It was a week after her twelfth birthday when Sky felt it.
She had been lying in the grass in their backyard when she heard her neighbor’s voice. Turning her head towards the direction of the house, but no one was outside. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion but she returned to her solitude. However, her mother’s voice cut into her thoughts, adding on top of the neighbor’s voice. Sky stood to her feet, taking in her surroundings. Both her mother and the neighbor were inside so how in the earth did she hear them?
A shot of pain went through her head and she winced. Suddenly, as if that was a signal, a plethora of voices began to seep inside her head. So loud, so meshed together. A pang of both excitement and annoyance passed over her. It was here. It was finally here. But god, did it hurt… Was it supposed to hurt?
Daemon. She needed to find her brother. He would know what to do. Clutching her head, Sky rushed inside the house and up the stairs. Without knocking, she barged in on her brother, assuring herself that her problem was far bigger than whatever he was doing at the moment. “Dae.” Sky winced as she walked closer to her. Another pain shot through her head and the voices got louder and louder. “I-It’s here.”
Daemon had been laying in bed, using his powers to throw darts at the board on his ceiling. He’d finally learned how to control them, with help from Morgan and from his father. It was getting easier and easier the more he practiced. Sure, it seemed stupid that he was using them to throw darts…but even that took focus and effort. When his door burst open, Dae lost focus and the dart hovering above him dropped and landed in his leg. Wincing, he took it out and turned as his little sister burst into the room, hands on her head. Instantly Dae moved, getting up off the bed and heading over to her. Concern all over his face, he took her head between his hands and looked into her eyes.
Sky…Sky! Look at me…listen to my voice. Only my voice. Come on sis…focus…focus on my voice. Just my voice. Daemon said, using his own power to seep into his sister’s mind. That was how his father had taught Daemon to control the voices…that was how Dae was going to help Skylar. Their dad and Morgan were off on some hunting trip or whatever it was they did every month…so it fell to Dae to help her. Rubbing his thumbs across her cheekbones, Daemon looked into her eyes—concern still all over his features, as he kept speaking to her. Just listen to my voice, Sky…it’s going to be okay….just focus…on my voice. Focus…focus…