December 22, 2008
Okay, I know it’s been approximately forever since my last entry — or, more accurately, six months. But since it was the summer solstice that changed my life irrevocably, is it any wonder that the winter solstice hit me with a bit of nostalgia?
Back in the summer, my life in Newport might not have been perfect, but it was on the right track. I was making steady money for my financial planning clients, I was dating a guy that even my most class-and-portfolio-conscious friends agreed was a catch, and things were fine between me and Izzy, who at the time I thought was my godmother. But then things got weird — I caught Aaron cheating, and when I went to hash it out with Izzy, she let rip with: “You know those stories I used to tell you about the Nightkeepers and how they’re destined to prevent the uprising of ancient Maya demons in the years leading up to 2012 doomsday? Well, the Nightkeepers are real, you’re one of them, and you’ve got four and a half years to save the world.”
Yeah, that was a very. Long. Day.
Izzy and I quickly relocated to a remote chunk of desert in New Mex, where the Nightkeepers’ training compound is located. Skywatch. There, the scant dozen surviving Nightkeepers and their support staffers met our king, Strike, and each other, and embarked on a crash course in Nightkeeper magic and the Maya prophecies ruling the last few years before the end-time war. That was when I met Nate Blackhawk, another of the magi. He’s slick, sexy, sure of himself, successful. . . the four Ss that have always been my downfall, especially when combined with the two Us: unavailable and uninterested in a long-term anything. Story of my life. In this case there was a third U, too: unwilling to let the gods dictate his life. Nate has got this Thing about destiny. As in, he can’t stand the idea.
Nate and I were lovers for those crazy, hormone-filled weeks between the bloodline ceremony that gave us our first taste of the magic, and the talent ceremony that confirmed us as magi. And like whoa and dang, the sex was amazing. But once the second ceremony was past and the hormones leveled off, though, he took a big step back. Okay, honestly? (And if I can’t be honest in my diary, where can I be?) He dumped me flat, gave me the whole, “It’s not you, it’s me” speech, which we all know really means, “It’s you.”
Well, fine. I can deal with that. It’s not the first time I’ve gotten the speech. And given that one of the main tenets of Nightkeeper philosophy is the cyclical nature of time, and that what has happened before will happen again, it seems likely that I’ll get the speech again in the future. If there is a future. Besides, that’s what I have to concentrate on now, isn’t it? Izzy reminded me of that the other day, in her inimitable Izzy fashion. The Nightkeepers might’ve gotten through the fall equinox, when the first of the demons tried to come to earth, but that’s just the first of many battles. We need to find a way to make ourselves into a team, improve our magic, and figure out what comes next.
Last night, during the winter solstice ceremony, Jade got a message from her ancestors, telling us to find the seven demon prophecies and reunite their artifacts. Nobody’s quite sure what that means yet, but it’s a starting point, right? And to be honest, I’m liking the idea of some fieldwork back out in the real world, tracking down these artifacts, whatever they are. I need to get away from Skywatch — and Nate — for a bit. It’s not that I’m pining for him or anything — hardly — but it’s not exactly easy to get over a relationship as intense as ours when you live in the same house with the guy.
Yeah. Some distance would be good. Because I’m starting to think that — Oh, wait. Izzy’s at the door, saying that Strike wants us in the main room in five. I guess he’s ready to hand out our assignments, telling us who is going to team up to go after which of the artifacts. Cool. I’m betting he’ll put me with Jade, or maybe Michael, though he makes me a little nervous. It’s the eyes, I think. Heck, maybe it’ll be back to me and Izzy — that’d work. It goes without saying that Strike wouldn’t partner me up with Nate “I work best alone” Blackhawk.