The Raven Saga Box Set

Chapter 12

It all made sense. What didn't make sense was the fact that I was one too. Could I really be? Could I really be able to change into a cat or into a raven? I felt as if I was dreaming. I even pinched myself to see if I would wake up. I didn't.

“What about the ravens? Which of you can change into a raven?”

“None of us here can, sweetheart. Your great-grand-father could though. He was a great man and a great raven,” said Meredith.

“What about my father... could he?” I asked suddenly thinking that perhaps that's what happened. He escaped Vivian by changing into a bird, but apparently, I was wrong because according to Gabriel, he was never able to either.

“We usually find out around the age of seventeen or eighteen. If it hasn't happened by the time we're twenty, it tends to mean that it's not going to,” said Wyatt.

I wondered if it had happened to Jo, but they told me she was still 'innocent' as they put it. However, she was fully aware that it could, and she has had some dreams to indicate that she may well have the raven 'gene'. And Cormac? At fourteen, he too was still too young, apparently.

“But we're practically the same age,” I stuttered.

“With you, dear, it just seems to be happening sooner rather than later,” said Rose.

“After all, you have already demonstrated an intelligence beyond your years, according to the high school that is,” smiled Gabriel.

“Does the rest of the family know about all of this?” I asked. The answer was yes, it was our family secret that had to remain a secret in order to protect us all.

“To protect us from what... or who?”

It was then that I found out about the predators and other creatures.

“In the past, the werecats and the ravens were enemies, but over the years they have formed a strong bond – mainly due to the friendship between Rose and me. However, elsewhere in the world, they continued to hold a strong dislike for one another,” said Gabriel.

This sounded quite natural to me.

“So what does this make me,” I thought aloud, “if I have the genes of both within me?” I asked as I struggled to understand what this could mean.

“Honestly, we don't know. You appear to be the first of your kind Lilly. Well... the second after Neleh but we don't believe she ever changed,” said Gabriel.

Sitting down, I took a deep breath before my imagination began to run riot.

“So what other predators do we have?”

It turned out that werewolves were not particularly fond of ravens or cats. Generally speaking, though, we didn't have a problem with the vampires as they tended to l**t after pure human blood. There have been times far in the past when we were the victims of the bloodsuckers, as Wyatt described them, but they were not too fond of the way we tasted, apparently. Well, that was positive, I supposed.

I laughed aloud as it sounded so ludicrous. The others laughed with me momentarily, but it didn't last long. Again there was silence as I tried to take in all these bizarre stories.

I took a moment again to think of my father and Vivian and, as if reading my mind, Meredith crouched down to the tin of photos and rummaged through them, clearly looking for something in particular. She found what she was looking for. It was a picture of Serena and me at the hospital and to one side, was Vivian.

“This is the only photograph we have of Vivian, and the only photo we have of you,” she said as she passed it to me.

Vivian looked much the same as the last time I'd seen her. The only real difference was that she had a long deep gash on her cheek. It looked fresh. I'd never noticed a scar, though.

Up until a few months ago, the last day I'd seen her, she had kept her hair the same way – a blunt bob in a deep red colour with never a single hair out of place. Her piercing blue eyes stood out menacingly, belying the innocent, sweet smile that curled from her lips. It was the only time I'd ever seen her smile.

It was the first time that I could see her for what she really was. Pure evil. If only I'd known before. Perhaps I could have done something. Perhaps I could have stopped the spell she maintained over my father.

As if reading my mind, Meredith spoke up, “There's no point in thinking about what could have been, Lilly.”

“How do you always seem to know what I'm thinking,” I asked, surprised.

“Just one of my special talents,” she said with a wink, before changing the subject to Vivian again.

“When Vivian first met your mother, she was the sweetest person. Obviously, we found out later that it had all been an act. She was after your father the whole time. She was weaving her way in. And when Serena died, it was her perfect opportunity to pounce, and that's exactly what she did. She needed to get to know your father before she could cast her spell. Sadly we weren't quick enough to prevent it from happening because we had no idea what she really was.”

“She was obviously a very good actress,” added Rose.

“But how did you know that she wasn't who she said she was?”

Vivian had managed to get a job as a nurse at the hospital, whether she was qualified or not wasn't clear. Not that it mattered... she was a witch, after all. My family believed that was where she first saw my father and there that she decided she must have him. She didn't care that he was madly in love with Serena and that his second daughter was about to come into the world. All she cared about was having him for herself.

“It was when your father acted like we were strangers, and then Vivian threatening us – and you – that we started to suspect that there was something darker going on, so we started to try to find out more about her. It took us a long time, but we managed to find out that she wasn't just a normal woman,” said Wyatt.

The real 'being' behind the 'perfect' Vivian was a far cry from the beautifully manicured and perfectly made-up woman I had thought I knew. An evil monster was a better way to describe her. Although her look said she was an attractive mother in her 30s, the truth was frightening.

Gabriel had tracked down a coven of white witches in north-western Canada who knew exactly who she was.

Vivian was just one of many aliases she had used over time. And she had existed in this world for many hundreds of years. In order for her to continue to be young and beautiful, she needed a man. But not just any man.

She needed a man who possessed unusual powers like werewolves, werecats, ravens, halflings, changelings, and so on. Which is why it was strange that she latched onto my father, apparently, because he had never shown to possess any such powers. He had never been able to change into a raven, so why choose him? It was a question neither Gabriel nor the witches could answer.

Could she have mistaken him for someone else? Could she have wrongly thought he had the powers? Could he really have had the powers but not told anyone? Not even his closest family members? Although unlikely, it was a possibility.

I tried to stifle a long yawn, but Meredith noticed and said, “It's getting very late. We should all get some sleep, especially you Lilly. We know this has been very hard for you to take in – especially all in one evening. Why don't you go to bed now and we'll continue our talk in the morning?”

The thought of my comfortable, warm bed was appealing, even though I had a feeling that my sleep would be particularly fitful that night. Now that I knew the truth about myself and my family, my subconscious would undoubtedly go into overdrive.

“Don't worry, Lilly, we'll be here for you all night. We'll know if the dreams start. Try and get some rest,” she added as if she had read my mind again.

All four of my family members gave me long, hard hugs before I headed to my room. I knew they would continue talking well into the night.

As I tried to sleep, things started dawning on me about Vivian. Now that I knew she was truly evil, so much more started making sense.

I remembered the many times that she had prevented me from being alone with my father. Come to think of it, as long as I could remember, I had never had any time with him at all. Vivian had always ensured that she was there... always. It had never occurred to me to be a problem because I honestly thought she was my mother.

For a long time, I'd thought all mothers treated their children the way she had treated me. Up until I had met December, I had nothing to compare it with. Of course now, when I see the way Meredith is with Cormac and the way Sonya is with Jo, I knew that she was about as far away from a real mother than anyone could possibly be.

She had not once praised me for doing anything right. She had scolded me for the slightest thing, and she would lock me away in that tiny little room called my bedroom for hours and hours on end. The real reason I had spent so many years with no friends, the real reason I never watched any television, the real reason for my lonely existence was entirely the fault of Vivian. How could I have not seen it before? I could have rebelled. Why didn't I rebel? I honestly didn't know. Maybe deep down I knew there was something evil about her. Perhaps deep down, I knew that either me or my father would end up getting hurt or worse.

There was something niggling me as I forced my eyes closed and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It was something about my father. I knew there was something hidden in my subconscious that might help me understand, but it just wouldn't come to the surface of my mind. As I eventually slept, my dreams were more like repressed childhood memories than real dreams, but they were obviously things that I needed to remember to help me move forward.

I was a little girl, perhaps six or seven, locked in my bedroom. I heard gentle footsteps outside the door... someone was tiptoeing. The handle turned slowly, and the door was pushed open before my father appeared silently as always. He was acting like he didn't want to be heard, and he kept looking behind him to make sure he was alone. He put his finger to his mouth to stop me from speaking and then he produced a large hardback book which he handed to me, again placing a finger on his lips. I knew he wanted me to keep it a secret, so I hid it immediately. I put it under the bed until later that night when I knew they would both be sleeping. When I looked up, he was gone.

I later remembered that this wasn't just a single memory. This had happened many times over the years. Each time, he crept in silently and stealthily, handed me a book and then disappeared. The books were always similar. They were all either fairy tales or books with supernatural themes.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

When I woke up the following morning, I knew what it was that had been niggling me.

My father had been trying to tell me that I was in the middle of my very own supernatural fairy tale. He was trying to say to me that he was trapped, that Vivian was the evil stepmother and that there was danger. Everything now fell into place. Everything I had been told by my family the previous night had been true. I had just needed my father to confirm it, and he had in a way by allowing all those memories to flood back in a dream.