Kyra was so overwhelmed by the events of the previous day. She had discovered her feelings for Drake had not been one sided... He had kept her safe and helped her to isolate herself from the outside world in their home on Earth. This was probably not necessary since the man who had attacked her was from another realm but she liked the life they had there. In an essence Drake was her whole world and she was happy with that? She had longed for them to be more, though she did not dare hope for it.
Four long years they had lived the simple life, carefree, everyday the same as the last.

Until yesterday that is? Her first kiss ever and it couldn?t have been more perfect. Laying there by the lake at dusk? But she had skipped out on him soon after they had both confessed the feelings between them. She had needed time to process this sudden change she had dreamed of but never believed possible. She hoped he did not take her abrupt departure the wrong way.

But she knew she had to do one thing to be completely mentally healed. She had to go back to Rhy?Din? And she had to do it alone. She remembered the man who had interrogated her and tortured her? There was just so many questions about what happened then. How did she get out of that burning box? How did she get from there to the city? Her injuries they said should have been fatal ? how did she not die? Maybe if she could find the place where it happened? She?d be able to remember.

She found her way to the portal and took a deep breath. She knew where she wanted to go and this machine was like any other instrument. It was supposed to bring her to somewhere near the marketplace, Drake had told her. But she wanted to go back to somewhere else and her will seem to alter its course. It brought her to that horrible place in her mind, leaving behind only this note for Drake to find.


Drake,

I know we talked about going back together but this is something I need to do on my own. I have to face this so that I can truly move forward with my life... so it can become our life.

Please don?t be mad, and don?t worry. You?ve taught me to be strong. Have no doubts. I love you ? I will return to you.

Yours always,
Kyra

The place she had wanted to go is where she found herself. For a moment she thought she was in one of her nightmares but this was so substantial. Her breath caught in her throat as she gazed across the setting of the most terrible event of her life. She closed her eyes. It?s just a dream, it?s just a dream, she told herself repeatedly.

With great effort she drew breath once more and that?s when she noticed the smell. That smell?. She remembered it now, though she hadn?t before. This place was real, it was happening, she was really here. She barely had time to realize that before she was struck over the head and fell to the floor unconscious.

Everything was fuzzy as she opened her eyes. Her head was killing her. She tried to move but she couldn?t. She was bound with silver chains to a chair. She was wet, that smell again, it was overpowering now. It was like cooking oil and rotting wood? No, not even that. It was nauseating - there was nothing else in the world like it.

Whatever it was, she was drenched with it. As her eyes focused she realized not only was she covered but the stone floor was wet with it in a circle about ten feet around. Then a familiar voice broke into her thoughts, a voice so cold and calm that it made her skin crawl. It was the voice of a killer.

?You?re awake.? Was stated simply by the Hunter. He walked along the outside of the circle as he looked at her with the interest one might have when staring at a dangerous beast when it was safely behind bars. As she followed his steps she then noticed the fire he had burning in a fireplace in the corner.

Tears came to her eyes as she remembered the pain of being burned alive. Fear had her in it?s grasp but she summoned all the bravery she could manage to try to speak to this man. ?Marcus, please don?t do this... What have I possibly done to you that you are so determined to make me suffer.?

Marcus smiled without a hint of amusement. ?Cute little ploy, wearing the disguise of an innocent girl. Playing ignorant so that no one catches on to what you are? But you must know what you are?? He paused then as she shook her head and whimpered. She knew there was no reasoning ? he must be insane.

Marcus would not be moved by her tears, he tilted his head as he contemplated her. ?What I don?t understand is knowing that, why you allow yourself to be so easily trapped. DO you wish to die? Have you found the evil within yourself and some misguided goodness inside you wishes for it to be snuffed out. Do you understand how wicked you are that you long for death??

The tears flowed from her freely now as she spoke, her voice rising with desperation. ?I don?t want to die. Please, don?t hurt me.?

The hunter went on as though she had said nothing. ?Could it be that you have chosen to serve the world through offering your own demise?? He wanted answers as much as she did, that was something she could work with.

?I have no idea what you are talking about. I came here for answers but nothing you say makes any sense. What is this stuff that smells like death? Why are you doing this to me?? Blue eyes pierced through him and a less determined hunter might have wavered.

?You can?t fool me. I know the truth ? I know what you are. It?s time to send you back to hell so you can tell your father that you have failed. ? He lifted a long torch in his hand and placed it to the fire. ?God is the light, and wherever he is there will be immense heat.? Every moment seemed to last a life time, each pounding heart beat that marked the passing of time took forever, as he moved with steady foot steps to the edge of the circle.

?Cast foul things out of the darkness and into the light. He who ever can stand in God?s light and be purified is worthy of life. By the power bestowed on to me by the host of heaven you?ll see the trial of the holy fire.?

Her thoughts turned to Drake as he moved the torch to the ring of oil. She had promised him she was coming home? It was the last clear thought she had. As Marcus touched the flames to the oil everything in the circle ignited in an instant. It happened so fast - the heat seared through her ? her mind desperately crying out across the worlds to Drake. The pain from the flames was not as bad as the pain of realizing she would never see him again.

Her screams filled the hunter?s ears and even with all his faith he could not bear witness to this deed. He may have killed a thousand monsters but? this was different. She didn?t have that same feeling of darkness that the others had.

He fled from the house, saying a silent prayer as he went. Dear Lord, if this is your will let it be done... If I am wrong - please save her! If she is innocent don?t let her die like this!

Kyra? The sweetest sound on this earth ? Drake calling her name. But he was too late. She knew he was too late. There was no escaping this fire ? it held her surer than any chains could. It was going to burn her until there was nothing left. She was going to die.

Purple beams brighter than the fire appeared from Kyra?s eyes. Purple ? the color of pure spirit. Something inside her broke free in the need to preserve it?s life. In this moment a million things would happen all at once ? too fast for most to understand. A wave of that purple light,which was her pure essence went out, causing those near to her to see as she saw.

Flashes of the beginning of everything, seen through the eyes of the angels. Images of heaven, of the creation of Earth, of man? Of Lilith. She saw the woman through the eyes of Lucifer. Willful, but beautiful, and passionate in a way that no other creature prior to her was. She felt the love and the hate that was born of it as the family of God was split to pieces.

She felt the rage as God exiled Lilith from paradise and replaced her. She knew what Lucifer felt as his Father tossed out his lover? not just her but something else precious to him. A spark of life she carried with her. His very own creation, the new life that made him like his Father, it made him like God. The child is what spurred Lucifer to action.

Why was his Father?s creation more important than his own? He had his own family and he had to protect it, even if it meant fighting God and every angel in heaven. The war in heaven? The first born son against the Father. Brother against brother? The anguish and death and grief that was brought new to this world on that day.

How Lucifer became twisted by the murder of not just his brothers but of his own goodness. He became the devil and he joined Lilith in time to see the birth of their child. Pure as any creature of light could ever be. Once his Father had called him his Morning Star? This child was his Evening Star. The last of the light in his new world of darkness. She even had the mark of a star on her.

Whatever good was left in him was still connected to this child and he loved it enough to let it go. To protect it from the future ? he was the one that had decided this war with God would go on until he had overthrown him and undone all his works. He was the one who branded her with those Enochian symbols that would be her protection from the so called beings of light that he knew would be just as vengeful as he.

She saw him strike his first blow to God when he brought about what would later be known as the Fall of Man. How he encouraged Cain to slay his brother and become a part of his cause. How him and Lilith created creatures of darkness to rival the forces of light. These monsters they created were her brothers and sisters? They all shared the same ancestry.

Her mind reached out to the giant web of life that connected all beings together, touching every single one as she moved through it like wading through the water of life that is. All of the thoughts and prayers of everything in the universe were there. As though it was like a constant ringing of voices, screams, whisper, pleas and joys. It resonated into a hum, there was so much of it, it drew into a song of never-ending complexity. Music ? something she had always felt and understood to her very core.

When she came into understanding of this song. Acceptance if you will. The wave of her essence passed and all these memories flew by? and then came back in on itself, bringing with it the music and density of all the corporeal universe.

A moment of impossible silence, oppressive, the quiet before the storm? As though she was so infinitely dense that even sound had been drawn into her.

Something inside of her calmed, peace became her, and Kyra tilted her head back and let out a scream. The well of souls that was created inside of her was unleashed with that scream. A torrent of purple energy was released from her. Creating a shock-wave similar to the percussion force of a nuclear explosion.

The hunter known as Marcus would see what no other mortal man had seen in these visions. This was the gift that he was given before he was vaporized by the explosion. The inescapable fire was burnt out. The building was turned to dust.

All that remained was the naked form of Kyra on the blacked earth. Her skin pure as a new born baby ? no callous nor scar to marred its perfection. Just that star on her hip remained. Her pale white skin covered only by the ashes as they drifted down upon her.

Not a single injury to her body ? but her mind was lost. She would not wake.

The music - it?s ear shattering but barely audible. It moves too fast to comprehend, yet slower than natural speech. It is all encompassing ? fills every pore of the body, every facet of the mind ? yet so small you can barely catch a thread of it. It goes on forever, yet is always at the cusp of ending. The most beautiful and frightening of songs. Screams, jubilation's, prayers, whispers, moans (both of pain and pleasure) braided and wound into a vastly complex yet simple sound.

All behind it is a drumbeat? deeper than the percussion of a black hole. It?s the beat of life? the steady rhythm of the heartbeat. The constant in and out of the breath of life. The waves crashing against the shores and racing back to sea. All this is inside the drumbeat.

This music is corporeal, it is fluid and solid. It can be touched. When you are inside it you can move your hand through it and change the pitch, like changing wind currents simply by putting your hand out the car window. You find that you can ride it? cast yourself out and be caught by it as if you were flying. Drifting through the currents of the music as you are pulled along yet you can alter them.

She began to understand that this is how she had always been able to do the things she did. The music was inside her and she had used it to create and to change the world around her. Now she was one with it but it was so vast she couldn?t find her own part in it.

You can use the drumbeat, as your footfalls, as your breath, as your heartbeat. Go inside of it, become it. Live through and in it.

It will take you anywhere, one step could go nowhere, or it could go between worlds. It all depends on the strength and pitch of the beat. She was inhuman now, part of the force of life. She started to forget herself. She knew there was something important but she struggled to hold it. She had made a promise? But could she keep it now?



It took the Doctor sometime to get in to see Kyra. As she wasn?t in a life threatening condition she wasn?t high on the priority list. But after looking her over and examining her stats and vitals he turned to Drake, looking solemn.

?I?m afraid she appears to be in a coma. The cause is unknown so I don?t know what we can do for her. There appears to be no injury? Yet her brain has no activity beyond the basic functions?? He seemed at a loss to explain anything else.

?Testing will be needed for me to be able to tell you anything more.? He declared this as a doctor would, trying to show no emotion. But it was clear that he didn?t have much hope of being able to do anything for her. Like he already knew that whatever caused such a condition was beyond his power to heal.

Being everywhere at the same time it was hard to focus entirely on any one thing. But the only thought of her conscious mind had been of a promise? Somehow through the web she did hear his voice. She remembered why it was so important to get home.

She felt as though her self were splitting in half though as she tried to go. A voice spoke to her but it was three toned. Like three voices speaking at one in different pitches. ?You can?t go back to him and be with him. Not as who you are now. To be able to survive inside this torrent, the music, you need to become it. You need to be with it and let it flow through you. In order to do that you have to lose yourself, you have to let go of being human. The process of letting go of yourself makes you more spirit than an individual.?

In this state she knew it was the collective consciousness. It was her ? but it was more than her. It was the whisper within every voice that ever was, is, or will be. ?You become more aware of the flow than of yourself. Thus turning you into a force of nature. You two can?t have a life together if that is how you live. You won?t be a person anymore ? you are a consciousness inside of the music. You can only create music and be a part of that music. All of the awareness of self would be gone ? you would lose complete touch with him.?

Kyra resisted this idea with determination. ?No, I need to be me. I need to be with Drake. I promised him? There is nothing more important to me.?

?This is who you are though. You can not be both at the same time.? Explained the three toned voice.

?That?s not true. I could be a part of the music before this flood gate was opened. There has to be a way.? Kyra insisted, refusing to give up hope.

?There is a way for you to maintain your identity - first you must find your way back to your body. You will never be able to completely ignore this place though. Once you come here and go back you will never stop seeing into it. But? You can work on ignoring it. Shutting it out and maintaining your focus on the physical realm. It will take some work and you will need a strong will to keep at it, all of your days.?

?Yes, Drake means more to me than anything. I can keep my focus with him.? Kyra knew it was true, he hold her there. She was starting to feel his connection even stronger as he reached out to her. She found his thread, so beautiful yet so strong. More like a cord than a thread - she could anchor to him.

?Then follow him home but take care? Every time you come here you risk not being able to find your human self again.? Warned the Spirit of All.

Kyra flowed along the thread, seeing every part that made up Drake?s soul. Seeing everything of his life and feelings all in flashes. Feeling and experiencing it as he did. Their souls were one at this moment.

Finding then as she came closer it was entwined with her own as they had grown together. Following the two brilliant life forces that were Kyra and Drake back she found her body. All this happened in a matter of moments in what we know as reality.


A deep breath was taken desperately as though she had been underwater. When her eyes opened they were purple with a soft glow that faded as her eyes cleared and focused on him. The physical Drake who was in contact with the physical her. But their energies we?re still connected, the parts of skin that were in contact felt electric.

?Drake? You came for me?? Almost breathless as she formed the words, her voice was filled with relief. Her eyes, still a little tinted with purple, filled with tears of happiness as she smiled.

Kyra was beyond exhausted from what she had gone through to get home to him. But seeing him, being one with him, had given her back some energy. When his lips touched hers she kissed him back with firm determination. As though she was afraid to let him part from her, she wrapped her arms around him to hold onto him. She didn?t want to let him go not now, not ever.

Breaking to kiss at last but not letting him go her gaze locked on to his. "I was so afraid... I thought I'd never see you again. There was nothing worse I can imagine than that. The fire can't compare to the possibility of separation from you. That was the real torture."

"The first time I was truly afraid was when I thought I would die? that I would break my promise to you. I will always come back to you. No matter what it takes.? It was a promise but it was also a realization, now she understood what she was and what she could do? She knew there was no force that could keep them apart. After having been witness to the days events he would understand the truth of her words.

?You are all that matters to me. And nothing and no one? Can stop us from being together.?