Marked

felt a jolt of electric shock. Whoa! There was a woman sitting cross-legged in front of the wall! She was wearing a white fringed dress that was beaded with the same symbols that were on the wall behind her. She was fantastically beautiful, with long straight hair so black it looked as if it had blue and purple highlights, like a raven's wing. Her full lips curved up as she spoke, filling the air between us with the silver power of her voice.
    Tsi-lu-gi U-we-tsi a-ge-hu-tsa. Welcome, Daughter. You have done well.
    She spoke in Cherokee, but even though I hadn't practiced the language much in the last couple years I understood the words.
    "You're not my grandma!" I blurted, feeling awkward and out of place as my purple words joined with hers, making incredible patterns of sparkling lavender in the air around us.
    Her smile was like the rising sun.
    No, Daughter, I am not, but I know Sylvia Redbird very well. I took a deep breath. "Am I dead?”
    I was afraid she would laugh at me, but she didn't. Instead her dark eyes were soft and concerned.
    No, U-we-tsi a-ge-hu-tsa. You are far from dead, though your spirit has been temporarily freed to wander the realm of the Nunne 'hi.
    "The spirit people!" I glanced around the tunnel, trying to see faces and forms within the shadows.
    Your grandmother has taught you well, u-s-ti Do-tsu-wa…little Redbird. You are a unique mixture of the Old Ways and the New World―of ancient tribal blood and the heartbeat of outsiders.
    Her words made me feel hot and cold at the same time. "Who are you?" I asked.
    I am known by many names…Changing Woman, Gaea, A'akuluujjusi, Kuan Yin, Grandmother Spider, and even Dawn…
    As she spoke each name her face was transformed so that I was dizzied by her power. She must have understood, because she paused and flashed her beautiful smile at me again, and her face settled back into the woman I had first seen.
    But you, Zoeybird, my Daughter, may call me by the name by which your world knows me today, Nyx.
    "Nyx," my voice was barely above a whisper. "The vampyre Goddess?”
    In truth, it was the ancient Greeks touched by the Change who first worshiped me as the mother they searched for within their endless Night. I have been pleased to call their descendents my children for many ages. And, yes, in your world those children are called vampyre. Accept the name, U-we-tsi a-ge-hu-tsa; in it you will find your destiny.
    I could feel my Mark burning on my forehead, and all of a sudden I wanted to cry. "I―I don't understand. Find my destiny? I just want to find a way to deal with my new life―to make this all okay. Goddess, I just want to fit in someplace. I don't think I'm up to finding my destiny.”
    The Goddess's face softened again, and when she spoke her voice was like my mother's, only more―as though she had somehow sprinkled the love of every mother in the world into her words.
    Believe in yourself Zoey Redbird. I have Marked you as my own. You will be my first true U-we-tsi a-ge-hu-tsa v-hna-i Sv-no-yi…Daughter of Night…in this age. You are special. Accept that about yourself and you will begin to understand there is true power in your uniqueness. Within you is combined the magic blood of ancient Wise Women and Elders, as well as insight into and understanding of the modern world.
    The Goddess stood up and walked gracefully toward me, her voice painting silver symbols of power in the air around us. When she reached me she wiped the tears from my cheeks before taking my face in her hands.
    Zoey Redbird, Daughter of Night, I name you my eyes and ears in the world today, a world where good and evil are struggling to find balance.
    "But I'm sixteen! I can't even parallel-park! How am I supposed to know how to be your eyes and ears?”
    She just smiled serenely. You are old beyond your years, Zoeybird. Believe in yourself and you will find a way. But remember, darkness does not always equate to evil, just as light does not always bring good.
    Then the Goddess Nyx, the ancient personification of Night, leaned forward and kissed me on my forehead. And for the third time that day I passed out.

CHAPTER SIX

    Beautiful, see the cloud, the cloud appear. Beautiful, see the rain, the rain draw near…
    The words of the ancient song floated through my mind. I must be dreaming about Grandma Redbird again. It made me feel warm and safe and happy, which was especially nice, since I'd felt so crappy lately…except I couldn't remember exactly why. Huh.