Read From Origins (Descendant Prophecies Book 3) for Free Online

strength more than I do. I’ll be fine.”
    Having no choice, I got on the boat and scooted over next to Nick, to make room for Mason. Seeing not one, but two white mists escape from Mason’s mouth was horrifying to watch. It seemed as though his face became pale, almost ghost like, and looking at everyone else, they looked the same way. I wasn’t sure if it was caused by the darkness of the surroundings, being that there were only a couple of lamps that hung on the boat, or my imagination. I hoped it was just my imagination.
    “I gave you two. Let me enter.” Mason was waiting patiently for it to move its bony skeletal arm.
    “I asked for one, but you gave me two,” it harped. “It’s like collecting tokens, not more and not less.”
    “You’re kidding me. You said I could give you two.” Mason’s eyes were lighting up and his tone was on fire.
    “I didn’t ask for two.”
    “That’s it.” Mason’s light wrapped around its arm, the arm that prevented Mason from entering, and tore it off, then tossed it into the water. The arm sizzled from the contact with the acid water as the bubbles engulfed it, disintegrating it.
    The being never made a sound, nor did it even flinch.
    Mason hopped on aboard and turned to the being. “Next time you piss me off, it won’t be just your arm. We all cooperated and did what you asked. Now get us across.” Mason’s tone was demanding and he showed him who was in charge.
    Next thing I knew, the reaper was gone. He was like Houdini. A second ago he was standing in front, then as soon as Mason said his piece, the reaper vanished to appear at the other side of the boat. What the heck? Not only that, he was steering the wheel with two hands. Strange! Mason had just ripped one off.
    Mason held me close as the boat started to move. It felt like the boat was gliding on ice instead of floating on water. Not even a sound of the boat moving through the water could be heard. Though the boat was moving at a slow, steady speed, our bodies stood still like we were standing on land.
    “Whoosh. Whoosh,” Nick whispered.
    I turned to him and saw that everyone did too.
    “What?” Nick looked at us.
    “Shhh. You might disturb the water.” Aaron’s eyes threw daggers at Nick.
    Nick shrugged. “It’s the sound it should have been making anyway.”
    Leave it to Nick to lighten the mood. Mason shook his head with a grin. It was the second time I’d seen him smile since we got there; but then again, none of us had anything to smile about.
    “What happy memories did you give the reaper?” I whispered to Mason, not wanting others to hear. I knew he couldn’t give me the exact ones, but I knew he could tell me a little bit about them and what triggered those thoughts.
    Mason looked at me, surprised that I had asked such a question. “The first one was about my mom. It was during the time before Nick’s mom came into our lives. She was happy and so was I. We didn’t worry about the supernatural. We were living normal human lives.”
    “And the second?”
    “You, Sky, and my family. Remember when we had Thanksgiving dinner together at the cabin, right before you were taken by one of the vultures?”
    “I do. How can I forget that night?”
    “We were so happy, laughing, smiling, and talking about what normal people talked about and do. I hope we can get to that point one day.”
    I caressed his face, wishing I could give him reassurance, to say something he could hold onto, but I couldn’t. We were far from being normal. And if by some miracle, we were able to bring Zeus and Poseidon back from the dead, then just maybe we could have a chance. Zeus and Poseidon could rule what was once theirs, and the descendants of gods could just be that.
    “I like your happy memories, Mason. Maybe one day….” I had no words left to say. He knew as well as I did that it was nearly impossible, but we all could dream about it. There was still hope.
    Soon after, the boat anchored. Once again, the