Andromeda*'s Blog

HELLO ALL!Below you will find the ONLY sneak peak I am giving into my NEW book Awakened (The Divine Essence Chronicles #1)____________________________________________________________________ Celéste placed her pillow on the bed, then pulled away to look over what was her room now. This used to be Delphine’s room, this was the room she came too when she feared a thunderstorm, or was hiding from her governess who was chasing her for stealing cookies. Originally, she considered leaving it as it was, but she knew deep down that Delphine would want her to have it.She had officially moved into her grandmother’s manor, as she couldn’t think of anything else to do with it. Selling it was out of the question, there were so many fond memories here, so the only other option was to move in. Besides, this was a way she could honor her grandmother’s commemoration. Tucking her new Samsung into her back pocket, she decided to spoil herself just this once, Celéste left the main manor and began to explore. From what she could tell the seven guest houses were in top shape, but her eye was drawn to that one house, her grandmother was trying to drag her towards, before she was killed. The so called ‘safe-house’. Unlocking the door with the app on her phone, she entered the building, and was truthfully unimpressed at what she found. For the most part the house was empty, save for several large crates that lined the walls.Walking over to them, her hand reached out to open one. The moment she did, her back began to quiver, and she realized…it was her wings.She had truthfully forgotten about them, secretly she wished that she had dreamt up having them in the first place. But then remembered her grandmother was dead, and if that was true then having wings must be as well.Ignoring them was her best option, and bizarrely…it worked. They pressed up tightly against her back, almost shrinking. Putting on her clothes was easy, and there wasn’t any type of bulge at all. However, she had to begin to wear long sleeves, which was in season, as it was near autumn. She didn’t know what she would do in the seasons of spring and summer though.This was the first time, she had ever felt them move on her back, and when they moved a sense of foreboding washed over her. Yet at the same time, her curiosity got the better of her, and she reached for a crowbar that leaned against one of the crates.With ease, she broke one open and found…a large white box within. It had golden designs on the sides, though it wasn’t any kinds of designed she had ever see before. Looking hard at them, the closest they could be being maybe Hebrew, but it didn’t look all the way Hebrew.A twig snapped outside, and her head sharply looked up, it was only a deer, but still, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on in. Looking back to the box, anxiety and alarm rose in her throat, as she wondered what the hell her grandmother could have been in.Was she using voodoo? She thought to herself.Taking out her phone, she dialed the number of the only person she could think about, who could help her. ✵✵✵✵✵✵✵ Marcel and Samuel pulled up to the iron gates, and when they parted, began the drive up the winding driveway. The land was quite beautiful, and Marcel noticed how pristine everything was kept. The previous owner must had been a stickler for everything being perfect. He parked the Hummer in the front of the largest house, he and his mentor walked up to the large front door and knocked on the door.Celéste opened the door, and Marcel’s stomach did a small flip. He would never admit that his heart quickened, the moment he heard her voice on the phone, asking for her and his friend to come and help her with something. He had no idea what it was about, but genuinely, he did not care. Just hearing her voice brightened his mood.He was worried, when he had not heard from her for several weeks after her grandmother’s death, but he figured she was mourning. Today, she stood before them in an off-the-shoulder black sweater with a white tank top under it, ripped jean shorts and barefoot. Her thick hair was pulled back into two braids, with the ends curled into low buns that rested behind her ears.“You came,” she said, in a voice that sounded shocked. “I…I thought you wouldn’t.”Marcel tried to open his mouth to speak, but his lips were dry. So, he licked them, but when he opened his mouth nothing came out. That made him flushed in embarrassment. Samuel looked between the two, and fought to keep the smirk from curving his lips. He stopped forward, and held out his hand. “Samuel,” he said in greeting. “Samuel Wilson.”“Celéste,” Celéste said as she shook it. “Celéste de Chevalier.”“Pleasure to finally meet you Ms. de Chevalier.” Samuel said. “Marcel has told me so much about you.”Her gold eyes turned Marcel. “He did, did he?”“Oh yes,” Samuel said. “A lot.”Marcel grew redder. “Look, can we going to see this strange box? Or just stand out here in the heat?”Celéste nodded. “Yeah, come on, it’s in the living room.”Letting them inside, both men began to step further into the house but Celéste stopped them. “Shoes off please,” she said. “It’s…um…kind of a house rule.”The men looked at each other, then down to their shoes. They were heavily worn boots, with mud, grim and most likely blood from recent kills upon them. The carpet looked to be either white, or light grey, most likely expensive.Samuel began to take off his boots, and Marcel copied his movements. They put their boots on the meter-long-and-wide space, of hardwood, and in only their socks followed Celéste further into the house.Neither of them had ever seen a place this extravagant before, they defiantly had never stepped inside it. Hunters didn’t have uses for homes like this, as homes were a temperamental thing, their work was what drive them. Normally though, if a hunter group settled down in a certain place for a certain amount of time, they would set up a home; one for them and their children, and their children’s children to grow up and train in. Such things weren’t that uncommon. This however was a bit overkill. Everything glittered or shimmered, there wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere. For Marcel, it reminded him of the colorful pictures he saw of old plantation homes, from the books he read on the reservation back in Washington.That time seems so far away now…He thought to himself. Was I ever innocent? Did I ever have a childhood?They came to a stop in the massive living room, and sitting in the middle was a large white box. Both men’s eyes widened, as they looked at the box, and then they looked to Celéste. “I have no idea what the hell it is,” the young woman said as she shrugged. “It doesn’t may any sense to me, and I can’t open it.”Marcel approached it first, carefully running his hand over the smooth surface. From what he could well the box was about five-feet-tall, and five-feet-wide. There were golden designs painted on the sides and the lid, but they seemed to be carved into it.“You got a crowbar or something?” he asked Celéste, looking at her.“Tried that,” Celéste answered. “And it broke it. So, any other ideas?”“One,” Marcel said.Suddenly he pulled his fist back and punched it, as hard as he could. If it was wood, it would shatter instantly, if it was metal then it would dent. It dented, but when he pulled his fist back for another punch, the original fixed itself. All three’s jaws dropped.“Well…that’s something you don’t see every day,” Samuel said.“You could say that again,” Celéste sighed. “I’ll go make some food, I sense this is going to take a while…” ✵✵✵✵✵✵✵ One thing that Celéste noticed, was that Marcel could eat. She had made three BLT’s, as they worked on the box, but Samuel gave his to Marcel. When she asked why, Samuel explained that Marcel had a big appetite and burned through calories a lot faster than normal. So, she made a buffet for them, which considered of the following: a dozen BLT’s, a large bowl of kettle chips, a gallon of her grandmother’s famous sweet tea, and for desert a whole pound cake.When she brought in the rest of the food, and placed it on the side table, Marcel stopped pounding on the box and went to get something to eat. As he did, Celéste herself approached the box and looked it over. They had tried brute force several times to open the box, but maybe that wasn’t the way…maybe the way to open it, was with brains.“Hey, look over here,” Celéste said, as she looked closer to the designs on the top of the box. “These sigils, or whatever the hell they are in a line. Could they be an inscription?”Marcel walked over and stood close, so close she could smell his husky cologne. She could feel the heat from his skin, and see the muscles rippling under her flesh.“Yeah, it does look like that,” he said.As his hand slid up, his fingers gently brushed her own, and Celéste quickly moves them away, as if they burned her.“What…What do you think they mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.אתה יכול לראות אותי במים,אבל אני אף פעם לא רטוב. מה אניFrowning, Celéste took out her phone and snapped a picture of it with a translator app. Marcel leaned near, as they watched the wording slowly translated to English. Celéste was right, it was close to Hebrew but wasn’t an exact match, only about eighty-percent, but it was close enough for a rough translation: You can see me in the water, but I do not get wet. What am I?Marcel scowled and pulled away, as he began to pace the floor, trying to figure this out.“Oh, this is easy,” Celéste said suddenly. “It’s a reflection.”The men looked at each other. “What?”“Think about it,” Celéste explained. “What do you see before or after you’re in the water? A reflection. It never can get wet because it’s not really an object, but instead light bouncing off the water.”“Whoa,” Samuel said, as he scratched his head. “I never would have figured that out myself. Marcel, you never said she had brains as well as beauty.”“Sam…” Marcel growled.Samuel held up his hands and chuckled softly. “Alright, alright, Sorry.”Marcel glanced to Celéste, but she would not meet his eyes. No doubt she was trying her best to not grow red in the face like he was. Instead however, she had taken a marker and with the help of her app on her phone, began to draw the Hebrew inscription for ‘reflection’. בבואהThe second she did the box jolted, then the top began to shake. Slowly, it began to peel back, until it was open all the way and they could look inside it.At first the only things they pulled out were large leather-bound books, and strange objects. Placing them carefully on the table, as Marcel and Samuel looked over the books, something caught Celéste’s eye.At the bottom of the box was something shimmering. Reaching down, Celéste produced only what could be described as a sword! Pulling off the casing, a great light filled the room, as the lamps reflected off the gleaming blade she held in her hand.Her wings flittered and itched to be stretched out. Celéste knew that doing that inside was an ill-advised inkling, and genuinely she was curious about them. So, she left the two men inside the living room and walked out the side door, until she was outside.Carefully, she took off her long sleeve shirt and tossed it away. Almost immediately her wings spread out, twelve feet from tip to tip. For the first true time, she could see them, and saw the ‘feathers’ were metal, a metal that looks strikingly similar to the blade she held in her hand.Holding the sword tightly, the instant the natural sunlight stuck the silver blade, markings began to engrave themselves upon it. Her wings tensed themselves and pulled back, and before Celéste knew what was going on, she was launched into the air.

Hello to all my readers!This is my first post and I am so excited! I've been wanting to make a website for so very long, and now that I can and have; I can't wait to bond with all of you more!Until we meet again my friends!Andromeda :)

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