Crossover 'The Chosen One Trilogy: Book One' by Mireille Chester

walked to the log I had pointed to
and sat facing the forest. “Like this?” He glanced back,
grinning.
    “Yes. Thank you.” I waited for him to
turn back around and then quickly stepped out of my clothes. I
walked to the edge of the water and dipped my foot in. It was warm.
I kept going until I had to swim and ducked my head
under.
    Where’s a shampoo bottle when you need
it?
    I started to swim back towards the
shore. When I looked up I was a little surprised to see Jasper
sitting exactly like he had been when I had gone in.
    I shook my head at myself. I can’t
believe you wanted him to peek!
    I used my sweater to dry off and pulled
my jeans and tank top on. I combed my hair with my fingers as best
as I could.
    “Ok. I’m done.”
    He turned and came back towards me.
“Ready to go back?”
    I shook my head. “No. This is
beautiful!” It was dark now and the moons were full. I blinked.
There were two moons. A normal sized one and a slightly smaller one
that was partially hidden behind the first. The reflection in the
lake was breathtaking and the blue tinged trees around the edge
looked more of a deep purple. I sat on the sand to admire the
view.
    Jasper sat down.
    “I have more questions.” I glanced at
him.
    He nodded and waited.
    “What is it exactly that I am supposed
to do? And none of this ‘I can’t tell you’ crap.”
    He grinned. “We’re not sure actually.
Legends had it that a baby girl would be found abandoned in the
Wedelven Woods. This girl would have powers beyond belief. It is
also said that the dark king Damian would use this girl to destroy
the good queen, but that it was possible to change the outcome of
this future. When the Wedelves found you, they sent you from this
world to keep you safe. It was told that when you were ready, you
would find your way back. The legends don’t specify much after
that. All we know is that you are important and I will do
everything in my power to keep you safe.”
    The change in his voice as he said
those last words made me look up in surprise. The pain was back in
his eyes.
    “You are a Namael.”
    “Yes.”
    “I am a....” It occurred to me that I
still didn’t know. “I guess we don’t know what I am, do
we?”
    “Well, after yesterday, I think it’s
safe to say you are a sorceress.”
    “I am a sorceress.” It sounded weird.
“Can there be a Namael that is a sorceress?
    He nodded.
    “Could I be a Namael?”
    “I suppose you could be. I could check
for the mark if you want.”
    “What mark?”
    “All Namaels are born with a mark. It
is a perfectly straight line, just behind your ear. Would you like
me to look?”
    I nodded.
    He moved behind me on his knees and
gently brushed the hair back from my neck and pulled my ear forward
a bit. Not finding anything there, he moved on to the other side.
My skin tingled at his touch.
    “Nope. Nothing. So you’re not a Maj,
either. They have a crescent mark.” He sat back down beside me.
“The dogs,” he explained. “My guess is you are human.”
    “Well, that’s no fun.”
    He laughed.
    “Ok. So back to my train of thought.
I’m not a Namael. Beings are only fated to their own
kind.”
    “Yes.”
    “And you know you are fated to someone
because you dream of them.”
    “Yes.” He was starting to look a bit
confused as he confirmed my statements.
    “I have never dreamed of you.” I took
his hands in mine. His eyes were so sad. “What I mean is, you can
stop being so upset. You don’t have to deny being with the one you
are fated with because I’m not her.”
    Understanding crept into his eyes. “It
doesn’t make sense,” he whispered. “Why have I been dreaming of
you?” He shifted so that he was kneeling in front of me, his hands
still in mine.
    “I don’t know why. But even you just
said it. There is no way that we can be fated.”
    He was quiet as he looked into my
eyes.
    I put my hands up on his chest. Goose
bumps appeared under my fingers and he jerked a little at