THE ORB OF PLEIADIA

7. Sonia

The pleiadian gasped at the sight of Logan's transformation, and he raised his hand in a calming gesture.

“You have to control your emotions, or you'd get yourself killed.”

Logan's anger surged, and blue flame danced across his skin. “You're not answering my question.”

“Do not give in to rage.”

“Then, answer me!” The fire only grew more.

“Logan, listen to me. Do not let your rage take over. You'd kill us both. The fate of a lot depends on you. Think about Meridith, she still needs you!”

Hearing his mother's name, the flames died down, and Logan's fist unclenched; his body sagging as the energy drained from him. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, and he let out a loud cry.

The pleiadian approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “This power in you has to be forged properly, you need to find the main orb, and merge with it so you two can be one.”

Logan looked up, his eyes red-rimmed. “What do you mean?”

“There are things you need to find out for yourself, but you have to learn to trust to walk the path of your destiny.”

He handed Logan a necklace, his eyes locked on the young man's. “Wear it always, till you've merged with the orb and learned how to control it. Farewell… for now.”

Logan watched as the pleiadian disappeared into the shadows, leaving him alone in the tunnel. Lost.

He was still on his knees when his ears

picked up sounds of footsteps, light and rapid, approaching him. A figure dropped to her knees beside him, her eyes filled with concern.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice soft and melodious.

Logan stared at her blue dove eyes, thoughts flooding his mind. He had seen her before, in Blue-Sky, Sonia.

Sonia reached out to cup his cheek, and immediately he felt a jolt of electricity as her bare skin grazed on his. For a moment, it was like he was seeing her in his dreams. Her beauty was ethereal.

“Let's get you out of here,” she said, helping him to his feet.

As they walked, Logan caught a whiff of the sweet scent of lilies, and he felt a sense of calm wash over him. He was still trying to process everything but he didn't feel alone anymore.

……………

The city burned to the ground, people wailed and cried as they held their dead loved ones in their arms. It was total annihilation.

“Mom,” Logan muttered. “Mom!”

He bolted in search of his mother.

When he got to their home, it had already been leveled to ashes. His chest was a tight vice, and he dropped to his knees, short of breath.

“You did this.” A strange voice said in his

head as he continued crying. “This is your fate. This is the fate of everyone you love and everyone in this city if you're not ready. HE IS COMING!”

Logan's eyes snapped open, and he bolted upright, his heart racing from the nightmare. He had this same nightmare over and over again, but something changed this time. The voice was new.

It began to dawn on him. This nightmare that kept reoccurring might be a message for him, but he didn't know what to make of it, yet.

A tear slipped from his eye, wondering how

his mom was doing, and how lonely she would be right now. He hadn't seen her for almost two days.

His fist clenched.

There's more to Louis murder… that is, if he's truly dead. Kregor needs to know.

What was this monstrous power he felt taking over him? Unclenching his fist, he stared intently at his palms.

That was when he noticed he was in a new set of clothes, and his bruises were gone, leaving him in disbelief.

“You were mumbling in your sleep.” Sonia said, startling him. She stood beside the bed, a cup in her hand. Her blonde curls resting gracefully on both sides.

Logan rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. “It was just a dream,” he muttered, rolling to the other side and dropping his feet to the ground.

He turned to face Sonia. “How did I get here?” he asked. What he really wanted to know was how he got into the new clothes.

Sonia hesitated before speaking. “What happened to you last night? You should be grateful I was there to help you.”

Logan's eye locked onto hers. Sonia might not believe what he has to say. He lied instead.

“I don't remember,” he said, his voice low.

Sonia’s eyes widened in surprise, and she took a step forward. “Nothing?” she asked, her voice livened with curiosity

Logan shook his head, trying to keep his expression neutral. He's doing her a solid right now, she really don't want to get woven in the danger that comes with what he's hiding.

“Okay, let me know if there's anything else you want before I leave. I have to get to work.”

Logan's eye followed her as she moved, his mind racing with questions.

How did he get healed so fast? What's happening to him?

Sonia… how did she find him there, was she connected to all of this somehow? His face darkened. Is that even possible?

“I can drive you home if you don't want to stay here,” Sonia said, her voice breaking into his thoughts.

Logan's eyes snapped back to hers, and he shook his head. “Thank you for everything,” he said, standing on his feet. “I need to see someone.”

Maybe Christopher will know what's really happening to him.

Sonia nodded, a smile woven on her lips. “Okay, I'll take you.”

As they walked, Logan couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

He didn't know what to make of Sonia, or why he felt some kind of way around her. Was she someone he could trust?

He shrugged.

For now, he had to focus on finding some answers. And maybe, just maybe, Christopher would be able to help him uncover whatever the hell happened to him last night.