Why Fate

Over the course of the next hour or so, Nemia and Dorian explained everything that's happened the past few days to Lillian. Covering the details behind the ball, the explosion. Over Donovan's attempt to run and the information he could give before his inevitable demise. The discussion at the board meeting and Nemia's new placement there. Even the trashed apartment and Nemia's meeting with Bryson. As well as the revelation from Julia after they got back here. Though they did leave out last night's full excursion.

Which Lillian was furious to hear some of the gritty details, only learning them now. She had every right to feel offended that Dorian hadn't told her anything before now.

"And you wait till now to tell me all this has happened? Not even a 'hey by the way' on the phone or a simple hint that would let me know something serious was going on besides finding your mate?" Lillian shot at Dorian, a brow raised with her arms crossed flat over her chest. Though she glanced over to Nemia and softened her eyes a bit. "Not that I'm mad you told me about her, she's wonderful. But you could've thrown in that the world may end now too."

Dorian sighed and Nemia glanced up at him, his eyes not quite meeting his sisters. "You're right, I should have. But in my defense, it has only been, at most, three days since all this has started. Well, escalated rather." He glanced over at Nemia and smiled briefly before finally looking at Lillian. "I suppose it had started a long time ago, it just came to a small head at the formal."

Nemia's lips thinned, disappearing into one another. She knew so little of herself now, so much so she couldn't even find words to speak against what the other two were saying. How could she? Yeah, she was there. Witnesses just the same as Dorian. The difference, he and everyone else around her seemed to know what she was meant for upon seeing a mark on her chest. She on the other hand, was hopelessly flailing in the dark at any information she could obtain.

She was lost within herself, tormenting her mind with questions of how and why. The mark on her chest burned. Then, Dorian and Lillian's voices became a background noise, muffled and distorted. Before long, it went silent all together and the colors of the room faded from her vision.

She blinked hard, trying to disconcert the blinding white room that flooded her eyes. No Dorian, no Lillian. No couch, chair.. nothing but a blazing white box that's she stood in the center of.

What the hells? She thought, spinning around trying to find and exit or anything other than the bland surface. Then, on her second spin, a man appeared halfway through her turn.

She stopped, her eyes glueing to him. He was old, wise. Dressed in white robes that had a golden etch of the sun on the face of the long robes. His arms opened on either side, not directly outstretched to her but as if he was inviting her in.

Nemia stayed frozen, her mind racing through questions as studied the man. Moving her attention from the obvious robes, she settled on his face. His eyes, golden as they was, were sunken in slightly from time and the skin was wrinkled delicately, encircling them. His hair, white wispy strands brushed back. A widows peak in high prominence dominanted his hair line. His beard was just as long and white as his hair, coming down to just below his chest.

He felt familiar to her, as if she'd seen him before but was unable to place him anywhere in memory. But as her eyes drifted back to the golden emblem on his robes, she realized.

Her eyes snapped back to his. "Solis?" She questioned herself as she said it aloud. No, surely not...

He bowed his head softly and clasped his hands together at his chest. "It is I." His voice echoed in the room,. Booming as it was, Nemia didn't flinch.

"Why bring me here?" She asked, her chin lifted sternly.

"Bring you where?" His brows furrowed, as if not understanding Nemia's question.

Nemia's stretched her arms out and spun, signifying the room they were in. "This room, where ever this is. Why here?"

Solis shook his head firmly, once. "I brought you no where but where you felt lost, within yourself. We are in your mind, your body still lays with your fated mate. Unconscious, to them."

Nemia glanced around the room again. It was blank, devoid of herself. She looked back to Solis, her hand subconsciously rubbing the mark on her chest. He smiled, showing his perfect, bright white teeth.

"Yes, that is how I'm able to do this." He answered her unspoken question, pointing at her mark. His, mark.

"Why now, just... Why?" She slumped, wanting to just sit and as the thought passed, a chair emerged directly behind her. They really were in her mind and she was in control. She thought up another chair for Solis and offered it to him. To which he graciously accepted and as he sat, his eyes focused on Nemia's once more and a solemnness set in.

"I can't fully answer why you, when I spoke the prophecy though your ancestors, it was just whispers from the future that propelled me. Nothing more, I knew not when or who would finally bear the mark to free me again. I did know, that whoever it was would stop the sun from being ripped out of the sky." He stared at Nemia intently.

"I was supposed to know the minute you were born, but something blocked me from seeing you until you used The Hand of Justice on someone who deserves much more of a punishment than he'd been given." Nemia raised her hand to stop him for a moment, her brows knitted.

"You couldn't see me till I used what now?"

"The Hand of Justice. What causes the scorching bright hand and makes your eyes shine like the morning sun." He answered plainly, as if it was just a sentence one uses every day. Nemia scoffed but waved her hand to let him continue.

He nodded. "I was supposed to have more time to shape you into the warrior you need to be, your whole life I was supposed to walk you through by mind. But something blocked me, made me remain dormant until you used a shared power. But now the dragon is already loose and we have only just spoke. We needed years, but months is all that's been given due to these unforseen circumstances."

He sighed and stood back up, pacing the room. "I only know of everything that's happened since you used that power, finding a strength within myself to finally pull you into this portion of your mind so we could talk. Thankfully you have strong emotions and I can use that to my advantage. I draw on emotions for strength as well as actual sun which you seem to see very little of." He eyed her complexion, a flicker of disappointment running through his eyes.

She winced then, at the look and looked down at herself then back at him. "Well, your the one that 'blessed' a family of hybrids that both have more ties to the moon rather than the sun. Should've went a fairy route or something if you wanted a sun bound creature." She mused in a huff.

"Ah, but even the sun needs the power of the moon at its back to continue its cycle." Solis laughed, booming inside the walls of her mind. "Darkness and light needs each other to survive. You are both. What you need to decide now is... Which path do you travel? Fore I cannot make you choose. But I can tell you this, whatever you choose... Your brother will die by your hands, it is the only way forward and what you do after that is your choice. Wether you embrace the clutches of darkness or step into the basking rays of my light."

He walked over to Nemia then, and offered her a hand to stand. "My power is waning thin, you should get back to the others. They are worried about you. Trust your instincts, they've proved useful thus far." He stepped to the side and gently pushed her forward.

She still has questions, more of them now. He didn't really tell her much. She turned to try and stop him. "Wait!"

Her eyes went dark and then snapped open. Dorian's face was the first thing she seen, so much worry had set a crease in every line possible on his face.

"Oh Nemia, thank the gods. What happened?!" He rushed, helping her sit up as she attempted. Noticing she was laying on the couch now and Dorian was knelt beside it on the floor.

She glanced around, everyone was surrounding the couch. Surrounding her. She was mute as she looked at all of their faces. Lillian, Nik.. Julia and Milli. The children, all of them showed worry in their own ways.

"Nemia?" Dorian said her name questioningly, causing her to draw her eyes back to him.

She was still trying to wrap her mind around it, but opened her mouth to speak anyways.

"I met Solis..." She mumbled softly, not believing herself as she said it but knew it was the truth.

Dorian's brows creased and the room fell to complete silence. "You... Met Solis?" He questioned.

Nemia glanced around the room and placed her hand against the mark on her chest. It warmed up slightly at her touch, he was listening. He was there. She nodded her head and locked eyes with Dorian again. "I met Solis." She repeated, firmly this time.