Seirs, Soul Guardians Book 5 by Kim Richardson

what the
old man was saying could be true. It was all just crazy. Maybe
there was another angel with tainted essence. They couldn’t all be
pure-blood. Could they?
    The room was silent, as if everyone
was waiting to hear more about this prophecy, or just Kara’s
reaction to it.
    Though it was very unsettling, she met
his eyes again and tried to read his face. Could this elder know
about her elemental power? Did the legion share delicate
information with the Sensitives? Did all the Sensitives know who
she was?
    “ Yes, it is true,” he said,
as if reading her mind. “ You are the one—the angel of mixed
essence.”
    “ You know about
me?”
    “ Yes,” said Elder Otis.
“I’ve been following your progress. All the elders have. We are
kept informed about the latest otherworldly events. We share a bond
with the angel realm. It is the reason why we are here—to keep an
eye on the rest of the human population, and to help out as much as
we can. The Sensitives have been dealing with the legion for over
two millennia. After all, we have the same essence flowing in our
veins.”
    Kara glanced at the old man’s arms.
Bulging blue and purple veins stretched beneath his paper-thin
skin. Unconsciously, she pressed a hand against her own wrist. Her
skin was smooth and vein-less. It made sense to her that the legion
had created a unique kind of mortals who had teamed up with the
angels to keep the rest of the mortals safe. The legion couldn’t be
everywhere at once, and the Sensitives could take care of the Seirs
when the angels could not.
    Elder Otis studied Kara excitedly.
“Your actions speak for themselves, my dear Kara. You have already
destroyed the demon lord, Asmodeus.”
    Kara leaned forward. “I feel like an
open book. Is there anything you don’t know about me?”
    Elder Otis laughed and wheezed
painfully. He winced every time he coughed. Kara reached over to
the glass of water, and helped him with some.
    “ Thank you, my dear.” He
smiled at her. “I thought that was the end for a
moment.”
    Kara smiled, too, and placed the glass
back on the table. She folded her hands on her thighs and waited.
Already, she was beginning to form an attachment to the old man. He
reminded her of her grandpa, a very skinny version of
him.
    “ We know a great deal more
than you would think,” said the elder, and Kara thought she saw him
wink. “I’ve spent all my life studying the great books. Not all the
prophecies come true—but I am certain that you are the special angel from that
particular prophecy.” Elder Otis grinned confidently and nodded his
head.
    Kara pressed her lips together and
shook her head gently. “But how can you be so sure if you say that
not all prophecies come true? Maybe you’re wrong. Maybe this one
won’t come true either.”
    The elder’s face softened. He spoke
with absolute confidence. “It will. It has. You see, Kara—it has
already begun. You have put the prophecy in motion
already.”
    Kara leaned back. She had never
believed in prophecies.
    “ So...what else do the
prophecies say?” Kara watched him with great interest. Maybe he had
read some ancient scrolls that she had not seen? Maybe Lilith was
somewhere in there as well...
    Elder Otis’s lips quivered. “Well,
that depends. The old scrolls tell us that a young girl will
replace me when I’m gone—which is unheard of—all elders are over a
hundred years old.” He looked away for a moment, lost in thought.
“But that doesn’t concern you, my dear.”
    Kara was completely confused. Surely
everything Elder Otis had said should concern her. She leaned
forward and lowered her voice.
    “ Do you know anything about
the creature Morthdu?”
    Elder Otis raised an eyebrow and was
silent for a moment. “I’ve read about it. The keeper of the
netherworld, they say—a creature of the darkest and most evil
power. But I’m afraid that’s all I know. There wasn’t much about
Morthdu in the old books.” Elder Otis studied Kara’s