Echoes in Eternity (The Pella Series Book 1) by Emine Fougner Read Free Book Online

as if this would make any difference to me. Nothing would stop me from reacquainting myself with her. “And, no, I don’t doubt your judgment, sir. But, I have an oath as well to protect her, and there’s something different about her this time. Everything depends on her remembering, and she seems to...” he says pausing, “...not want to remember. Or maybe it’s simply not Miss Ellie. You have to consider the possibility,” urges Henry. 
                  It is Elissa! When I saw her running down the driftwood plank stairs to the beach, I felt a tremendous pull, an ineludible desire to be near her. It was unmistakable; everything ceased to exist. Like a magnet pulling mindlessly and I’m blinded to anything else, but to answer her call. I know that she felt the same, because when I closed into her vicinity she doubled over. That was what I would have done if I had not learned to control my body and reactions, perfected over hundreds of years.
                  “It’s been two hundred and fifteen years, Mr. Pella. By the changes in you, we know that she’s here, in this time, and alive. But even if she were to dream about her past and you, she’ll only be remembering the way you looked then, not the way you look now. And you must still consider the possibility that the barriers her father erected might click in place on this life cycle. Unfortunately, it will not work for you anymore, because you haven’t matriculated through time, but she has. First we have to make sure that, this is indeed Miss Ellie. Your Elissa!” Anthony says emphasizing.“ You know that more than her life depends on it, sir. You can never be too overcautious.” 
    I look at both Henry and Anthony with a glacial stare, and the tone of my voice tells them I’m not to be trifled with.
                  “I’ve seen her eyes. Everyone's eyes are the windows to their soul; those were Elissa’s eyes,” I growl and add in a low murmur only audible to me, “still blue as pale sapphires...” with longing.“ She may have matriculated through the tunnel of time one last time, but her soul is intact, and by the way she reacted to me; I know her conscience has some recollection.
    Her soul remembers! I just need to help it along.” 
                  When we were sitting atop the arch, she lifted her sunglasses, and I got to see her eyes, that blue still gives me the shivers! When she looked up at me, I wanted to hold her and never let go, kiss her until neither of us had any breath left in us! Aristotle always told me that our breaths carried our souls; although after all I’ve done during my tiringly long existence, I doubt if I still have mine intact. He said that when two lovers kissed, their souls would unite. I’ve known that to be true! Because she’s my twin soul. She’s always been the one who made me feel...whole. The only person who ever satisfied the never ending yearning for more of everything. Nothing I have ever tried since she has been gone ever assuaged the propensity for the reckoning in me. How could anyone fill a black hole? The depravity I have in me is a dark, menacing abyss. She’s the only one who has shone light to it, chasing away the darkness; the only one who quenched the insatiable beast in me. No other woman  ever  made me feel the way she made me feel. 
    “Alexander, you don't look the same!  If she'll be looking to find Alexander back then, and she'll never find  you . This is one of the last precautions against...” Henry says chasing away my visions of Elissa and looks at me with a carefully hidden commiseration, knowing that I don't care for anyone’s sympathy, or pity. “How would she remember you? It has to be her who does the remembering. It has to be her free will to choose,” Henry adds in a serious tone. 
                  'Remembering me... remembering us... ' I think to myself. She