The Temporal Stone (The Morgan Sisters) by Suzy Turner Read Free Book Online Page A

you'd better stay with Moira. Emma, come with us.'
    Once fire surrounded the car, the three of them hopped out and ran towards the entrance to the cathedral, the mesmerising flames moving along with them.
    Declan pushed open the heavy door and they rushed inside.
    'Is it safe? Are the trolls inside?' whispered Emma.
    Declan shook his head, 'I don't think they've entered any buildings so far. I see no reason why they'd be able to walk into a religious one now. I reckon we're okay, guys.'
    Elliott lowered his hands, the flames disappearing.
    Quite a few people stood around, admiring the ancient architecture, some had been in mid-conversation, others appeared to be sat quietly in prayer, reading bibles, or chatting to tour guides. An eerie silence surrounded them as they walked around, trying to find the mysterious girl.
    'Hello?' said Emma. 'We're not going to hurt you. We're here to help,' she added, but the girl was nowhere to be seen.
    'Let's split up,' Declan suggested as they walked their separate ways in the semi-darkness.
    Emma walked through the centre of the cathedral while Declan and Elliott walked down either side of it. Gazing upwards, her breath caught in her throat at the enormity and beauty of her surroundings. She'd always been fascinated by ancient buildings and this one certainly wasn't disappointing, with its vaulted ceilings and huge columns that supported it throughout.
    Stopping as she heard gentle sobbing, Emma turned towards the sound until she found a girl with long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair, hiding behind a tomb.
    'Hey,' she said with a smile as she squeezed through and sat down beside her.
    'It's okay, we're friends and we know what you're going through.'
    The girl looked up, her big blue eyes shining and watery. 'How can you? You've no idea what's happened to me. Who are you anyway?' she said, defensively.
    Emma smiled and nodded, 'Believe me, I know. I went through it myself just a few months ago. Is it your 16th birthday?'
    The girl looked shock, slowly nodding.
    'Did you get a tattoo today? Well, when I say get a tattoo, I mean grow a tattoo?'
    Her eyes widened and she gulped, 'h..h..how do...'
    'Like I said, it happened to me. You're special. There are quite a few of us. We can help you.'
    'But... but what's going on? Why has everyone... turned to stone?' she spluttered with a slight Irish accent, trying to hold back the tears.
    'It's kind of hard to explain, will you come with us? You'll be safe, don't worry. We'll explain everything in the car.'
    Declan and Elliott slowly appeared in front of the tomb. When the girl saw them, she flinched.
    'It's okay,' Emma reassured. 'They're the same as you and me. You'll be safer with us. This is Declan, he's our Mentor, and this is Elliott. Oh, and I'm Emma. My sister, Lana, is in the car with Moira.'
    The blonde girl slowly smiled as they stood up.
    'I'm Sammy. Sammy Prentiss,' she said. 'Where are we going?'
    'We're going somewhere you'll be safe, and be with others like you.'
    'But what about my family?'
    'Don't worry about them, everything will be sorted out in time,' Declan said as he gently led her to the main entrance.
    'Elliott, can you do the honours, please?' he said as Elliott flashed a grin and produced the flames from his fingertips.
    Sammy stumbled backwards, her hands covering her mouth.
    'It's okay, it's okay, Sammy. Please, just trust me. We all have special... abilities. You too. You'll find out what they are, soon enough. Just trust us. When we open the doors, Elliott's flames will protect us from what's outside. You need to run as fast as you can to the car, okay?'
    Sammy tentatively nodded as Emma took her hand and squeezed.
    'Ready?' she asked.
    Declan opened the door and, with the warmth of the flames surrounding them, the four of them headed for the car.
    Once they were bundled inside and Sammy, Lana, Emma and Moira were squeezed into the back seats, Lana spoke.
    'I'm afraid we've got a slight problem.'
    'What is it?' asked