“That is the strangest house I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen quite a few houses over the centuries,” Michael stated as he brought the car to a halt in front of the house that Jessica indicated with a ‘stop here!’.
“It feels weird too, like it’s a corner house only it’s not on a corner.”
“Well, it is on a corner,” Michael told her, “only it doesn’t look like it was to start with. What the hell happened to this place?”
“If this is the captured Dreamer’s house I’d say it has something to do with the power of Reveille.”
“Most likely, it’s certainly nothing from my people.”
With Michael’s help she made it to the front door and rang the bell. Jessica realised her heart was beating really fast; what on earth was she doing here, the only reason why she was here at all was because of what she had Seen.
“Yes?”
The door cracked open, and Michael was taken aback by the handsome masculine face that peered out. He heard Jazzy gasp and found himself switching his vision to the Divine Sight. The stranger blazed with age-old energy that outdated Michael and his kin.
“You must be one of the Trojans,” Michael said.
The door opened revealing a handsome figure to follow the golden-hair-framed face.
“Greek, actually. You must be an Arc, and damn, you really are as pretty as they say. Which one are you?”
“My name is Michael.”
“Ah, the Sword. Charmed. I’m Achilles – Andreas in this time,” the old hero looked at Jessica and raised an eyebrow, “and the little lady?”
“Jessica Mirkhill,” Jazzy said before Michael could introduce her.
Achilles’ eyes narrowed.
“As in ‘Morgan Mirkhill’, you are the one who Sees?”
“I am.”
“Finally, maybe now we’ll get some answers, come in.”
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