Hundreds of years ago, a race of supernatural beings called Mystics and humans went to war, almost resulting in the extinction of Mystic-kind. The Council, often seen as the Gods of all Mystics, created a rule that would prevent this from occurring again-Mystics must mask as human and can't interact with other Mystics to lessen the chance of exposure. Their existence is now only ever written as myth.

Are these stories of history, passed down from Mystic parent to Mystic child true? Or is there something deeper, darker going on?

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Michaela (Mika) Corey is an eighteen-year-old Druid who lives her life pretending to be human. She's loyal to the rule, but the seclusion puts her in a box she struggles to fit into. When she meets Iris Blake, her outlook on the human world and Mystic world shifts. Mika is presented with what's true and a task that she can't refuse because the future of Mystics are at stake. 

The Divide is created by Neradia, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

THE DIVIDE

The veil reminds me of ice when left out in the sun. Not the whole melting part, but the way it reflects the light. How it glows and sparkles despite its vulnerability to the heat. It still shows off its beauty. 


When the sun begins to fall, ice reveals its colors to the sky, acting as a mirror, until the rise of the moon. The colors fade. 


Upstairs in the cottage, I sit at Iris’ bedside, watching over her sleeping form for any changes. My hand rests on her forehead as I try to heal something that can’t be healed. I don’t care. I will tear out each and every one of my organs for her to be okay. Awake. Lively as she was. 


The bedroom door opens, and I don’t look away from her. 


“How’s she doing?” It’s Lucian. 


“Sleeping, but she’s fine. Right? She’s going to be fine? She needs to be.” 


Not five hours earlier, we gather at the front of the cottage, a wisp breeze catching the skin of our arms and leaving traces of goosebumps. 


Chapter 23: Ice