So some asked for an overall timeline... this is just to give those that wanted it a time frame for the whole series as of yet.

Chapter 46 – Burn (Faith Ashlynn POV) Pt.4

There were so many things in this world that I had less than stellar confidence in, but saying the name "Seraphima," the name just rolling off my tongue was the easiest and one of the most frightening things I experienced.

I could see it in Imogen's eyes as they widened, though the shock was fleeting, I caught it. I'm also not sure who was worse off after I said the name, Imogen or me.

"I-" she starts to say but I just take a step backwards shaking my head, too much time had passed for her to try and give me any type of excuse. "I don't-"

"Stop. Just," I hold up a hand, crossing over the threshold of the room, Luca and Imogen each taking a step towards me.

I start mumbling crazily now, "The Zedwood Six Angels..." and that only makes Imogen and Luca both rush into my room, closing the doors behind them.

"Rhys and Seraphima," I pant out going backwards until the bed stops me and I slowly sit down, needing too.

It's strange but in the chaos of my mind, the little girl inside me, that enjoyed hearing of the Angels, the soulmates that left Zedwood bravely to capture Jaxun. That little girl giggles inside me, awed that she was meeting two of the six souls. Curiosity bubbling ever more, "Did you get him?" I whisper.

Luca and Imogen frown, glancing at each other, before they turn to me slowly shaking their heads. "Really? Wyatt said you were sent hundred of years ago, and you still cannot catch him?" I frown feeling as though they'd wronged me terribly.

Maybe they weren't as powerful as Wyatt was saying.

"Six Angels and you cannot catch one?" I shake my head. I couldn't quite wrap my head around their failure. Luca takes a step away from us, going back to the door and locking it while Imogen comes to sit next to me on the bed, her face unreadable for a moment.

It's small, but she gazes at me in awe, "You... you know," I blink frowning.

How else would I just call her Seraphima, if I did not know?

"That you were sent here to capture Jaxun, but apparently failed even though it's been a long time since you've been here, yes," I nod. Gathering my thoughts, I stand looking around the room breathing shakily, if I could trust parts of the memory, I was going to trust it all.

"When you remember Fatima, you need to leave and go to the coordinates as soon as you can. Danger will quickly come after you've remembered," Wyatt's warning plays over in my mind on repeat. "Please, trust this memory Fatima, after you've remembered the coordinates, run."

"I do not understand, I mean – I knew there was something different about you but, the protection spell I witnessed," Imogen speaks while I worry about Wyatt's warning, heeding his words.

"Stop talking," I quiet her instantly unable to think, "we – we cannot stay here anymore," I whisper reaching for my black tote bag, taking out everything but my wallet and banking information.

"What?" Luca finally speaks frowning at me. "You will not remember but when you do, you do whatever you must Fatima, and you go to the coordination, but you must only take someone you trust." Wyatt in my mind takes over everything.

Someone I can trust, I think repeatedly. I trusted Imogen, when we were driving to get fabrics, I wanted to tell her more about myself but I held back. Even without knowing much, she still stuck around me, probably because I knew about her and Luca and I didn't care.

"How could you marry Giselle?" Luca grimaces, "It's the age difference, I was older, and I – the spells did not work as they should-"

"Wait have you always been in these bodies?" I ask matching up what they were telling me with the story from my memories. They should be able to transfer bodies, Wyatt said.

"Faith!" Imogen whisper shouts my name, eyes wide and wary, "what – you need to give us more information?"

I nod for a minute, finding the notes Samson had written me and putting them in my bag with the banking information I had. Immediately as I do though, I look at the clock, worriedly. Would I have enough time to get money so we could leave?

"We need to leave..." I whisper softly. "Why?" Luca asks.

Swallowing, I shrug. "I'm from Zedwood," Luca shakes his head, "no-"

"Wyatt is the one who casted the spell to send six Oracles, Angels, down to this realm. You were sent here to capture Jaxun, obviously, the other Angels put too much confidence in your ability to do so since you haven't gotten him yet," the little girl in me that thought for sure the Angels had gotten Jaxun because he was bad was sorely disappointed.

"Wyatt is a dark skinned man, with brown eyes, and he has a black birthmark right near his chin and another on his nose," I point to the places closing my eyes to pull up a clear picture of the man I was describing. "He's maybe six feet and a couple inches tall, he – he isn't the only person that knew about me in Zedwood," I open my eyes watching Imogen and Luca watch me in utter disbelief.

"I was there... I lived... honestly I cannot tell you where I lived but only what was around where I lived. I cannot remember much-"

"You were spelled to forget," Luca says slowly, his eyes examining my face, as Imogen just focuses on my eyes, "I only just remembered when Lydia attacked me," I reply.

I open my mouth to give them more information when a knock stops me from speaking altogether. Taking my bag and throwing it on the sofa, hidden from view, I walk to my door, unlocking it and opening it. Nervous, not sure what to expect or who or in what form the danger that Wyatt spoke of would be coming, I peek out, sighing easily when Samson is standing out there anxiously.

"Uhm, are you okay?" he asks, his eyes darting to look behind me, frowning before focusing on my eyes, my face, lips... my lips... like he did before in the car.

Nodding slowly, I stand aside to let him in the room, "you must only take someone you trust." Did Wyatt only mean one person? I think as Samson hesitantly takes a step into the room and I close and lock the door behind him though I realize that there are many supernatural beings in the house.

With excellent hearing.

Grabbing a notebook, I sigh loudly, looking at Samson awkwardly stand while Imogen and Luca seemed to be having a private conversation.

Going back to my original spot on the bed, pen and notebook in hand, I start writing.

I need to leave. I show it more to Samson than Luca and Imogen. Samson immediately shakes his head, but I hold my finger up for him to wait before I write more, my thoughts jumbled but I had an idea of what to do.

I cannot explain it to you in the house, but I'm getting more of my memory back. This part I show it to Luca and Imogen. The person that I spent all my time with before meeting Cynthia and Andy, he told me many things and I'm recollecting them now.

Samson nods.

He knew that this would happen I think, and he warned me. He said that, when I remembered a certain thing which I have I underline my words, that I need to run, that danger is on it's way when I remember. He was frantic and worried and told me that I won't understand, but I need to leave.

Imogen is the first to snap her head up and meet my eyes as she gnaws on her bottom lip to the point of breaking skin. She quickly just sucks it into her mouth, swallowing thickly.

Luca doesn't look to me first, his eyes find Imogen's as his hand reaches out and is laid on her knee. Focusing on my paper I write how I feel, this part not a direct order from Wyatt.

I think maybe you two NEED to come with me.

Once I've written it I turn it towards them, again the feeling I was having made no sense. I trusted Imogen but that urge to take her and Luca and run, was purely based on what I was remembering now. I hadn't recollected leaving Zedwood, or the different parts of my life, but I was recalling every little detail about the six Angels that left Zedwood.

Besides me, I feel Samson stiff, and when Imogen and Luca finish reading the sentence, having a private silent conversation with each other, I take the notebook back. Pen in my hand, I swallow before writing again.

I WANT you to come with me, please? I anxiously turn the notebook towards Samson. He had said that if I ran he would come with me. Now that his family thought I murdered Lydia, did that offer still stand?

Uneasily, I take in his shallow breathing, the way as his eyes look away from mine to the paper; he seems to hold his breath. The way his eyes widen just a bit and the air in his lungs, the breath he was holding comes whooshing out of him before he meets my eyes again, more relief in them than twenty seconds ago.

Luca taps my knee, forcing me to look away from Samson, before reaching for my pen. Handing it over to him, Samson scoops up my casted hand instantly, holding it with his.

Why do you think we need to come with you?

I frown, where did I begin?

I glance at Samson apologetically; needing my hand to write my response, wishing I were left handed in that moment.

Honestly? I don't trust Cynthia.

I also do not know who else knows the story that Wyatt has told me. I mean I wasn't with other children growing up – I think?

All I can remember now is Wyatt taking care of me. He would tell me stories and then there were meetings and the other people in the place I was, they just pretended I wasn't there.

I asked Wyatt once if you guys were successful? He said that I should ask you when I see you. He- I stop for a minute, when I hit more than one snag.

I was only half Fae and was in Zedwood something that's supposed to be impossible. Forbidden.

But, As far as you two know, has Wyatt ever traveled to this Realm before? I write my question my body full of apprehension.

Turning the notebook so they can read, again they glance at one another before me, before nodding. I take the notebook back but do not immediately write anything on it. "We will see one another again when it is time little one." How was that possible? From what Samson told me you could only Travel to this Realm once and go back, not twice. And Half-breeds like me weren't allowed in Zedwood. Was I going back? How... unless... did... I... if I died... and Wyatt was dead would we?

"Hey, you're shaking," Samson, whispers resting an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. Exhaling, I quickly turn my head, pushing my face against his body, taking in his scent, letting it ground and calm me down. When I've calmed, I avoid the question of my possible death, and focus on Imogen and Luca.

I enjoyed hearing of the Six Souls when I was little because, as Wyatt told me, not all the six wanted to go as they were. They wanted to be sent together, in Fae bodies but Wyatt and others believed that Jaxun would see them coming a mile away.

Three volunteered, stating it was their duty to capture Jaxun and as reward, their soul mates would be accompanying them.

They would get host bodies when they arrived here in this Realm. Hundreds of years ago? And Imogen was only eighteen. What have these Six Souls been doing for all those years?

You need to come with me because, I huff, shaking my head, I didn't bother calling Luca, Rhys, because you Imogen accidently called him that to me once. And I'm just going to say that if you've made that mistake with me, you've probably done it with someone else.

Second, YOU HAVEN'T FOUND JAXUN. DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHERE OR WHO THE OTHER FOUR SOULS ARE? I turn my book to them, frowning. They've just been failing for hundreds of years.

Heated, thoughts coming as erratic as my heartbeat, I only let them read, not respond before I'm writing again, though my hand feels tight and the ache is settling in. Though I wouldn't take any medications now, not when every fiber of my being was desperate to run.

Plus, and this was the hard part to explain, I know what I know but not how. Something bad is going to happen, Wyatt said I should run, but before the memories were evoked there were things I remembered.

As I write, the trepidation in my head and heart, down to my soul, blossoms to the point of suffocation.

I cannot explain it just yet, but if what I'm remembering Wyatt saying to me is real. If you are really Seraphima and Rhys, if ALL OF THAT IS TRUE, my hand shakes as I write and my print has never seemed so messy. If all that is true, then the Loyalist and Independents is real too.

Then the dread really hits home.

Except, I don't think there will be ANY Independents because the person that I was supposed to meet, she died around this time last year. I saw it on the news. My shoulders slump, and the lump in my throat builds impossibly. Maybe the Chosen One dying is why the danger is coming?

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Should she tell Andy?

And how many agree with Faith... she trusts Samson but should Imogen and Luca go with her?