Born into a secrets society, Ilona discovers guarded secrets, finds love, accepts her birthright and alters her destiny
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Ilona is an emergency room doctor, born into an ancient Hun tribe which still exists hidden amongst us with its strict and fiercely enforced rules. She doesn't know much about her Hun heritage other than legends, customs, and rituals that she continues out of respect for her parents who died suddenly ten years ago. Her mother didn’t have a chance to explain her inherited powers, but after her twenty-ninth birthday, Ilona is considered as an adult by Hun standards and begins to remember forgotten instructions concealed as childhood rhymes. Ilona discovers that she can heal with her bare hands; she can rearrange the human body to its healthy state. This ability is exciting as well as frightening. She is conflicted between having confidence in her intelligence and inherited abilities while having no confidence as a woman. Her insecurity creates barriers which keep others out and her caged in. She’s in love with her unsuspecting best friend, but when a dashing stranger explodes into her life, the magnetic feelings frighten her. A dark, sinister man appears to be the connection to a series of mysterious deaths, and Ilona is now forced from her calm, steady life and is thrust into the unknown.
Finally, everything settled around me. I accepted my birthright, uncovered most of the secrets that were kept from me and sort of altered the destiny that was laid out for me. I could relax a little. I opened my diary and read the page when I discovered my so-called birthright and reached the stage in my life, called the “coming of age” by my people.
“Feeling stupid, I touched my toes with my fingertips, and concentrated on the pain—hoping it would go away as the rhyme had instructed. My fingers instantly became warm, then hot and then almost smoldering hot. The glow came as soon as the warmth began to rise in my fingers. I became frightened, and then felt something I couldn’t explain. My mind was in turmoil, and I felt a rushed and frantic searching inside me. I didn’t know what I was searching for—it was a dizzying sensation but not in a physical sense. Suddenly, I felt content and satisfied, as if I had found something that was lost.
You have to ask permission. Don’t forget to ask next time. I heard the voice in my mind, and the misty, angry face of an old woman swam before my inner eyes. Although I was scared, I tried to ignore it and didn’t release my toes until I felt my fingers cooling back to normal. The red glow disappeared soon enough. I lifted my hand and gaped at my fingers with increasing anxiety. There was no sign of burn or even redness on my skin. I looked back at my toe, noting with surprise that the pain was completely gone. Then I heard a sharp yell through the closed door and then loud cursing.
“Are you okay?” I called out.
“This fucking chair. I stubbed my toe. It hurts like hell.” I heard Lisa’s voice from the break room.
“I’ll be out in a second. I’ll take a look,” I shouted feeling confused.
“It’s okay, take your time. I’ll have Zoltan take a look,” she shouted back. The door slammed; it startled me, and I jumped.
My attention reverted to my toe. Alarmingly, it was ever so slowly aligning on its own. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as I watched the crooked toe’s small movements, which were out of my control. I heard tiny crunches as the broken bone edges rubbed together. To my utter surprise, I didn’t feel any pain. There was a small clicking and snapping sound, after which I felt a slight pull in the tendons and muscles. My toe seemed as straight and healthy as it was before it was broken. I had mixed feelings of shock and delight, but mainly I was frightened. This is totally wicked, I mused, wiggling my toes carefully. There was no pain at all.”
Sitting in the den with my diary on my lap, I recalled what had happened to us the past year or so. My life was ordinary and downright boring, until I began to understand the history and origin of my family and my people, the Huns. Everything turned upside down, almost overnight, and I had to learn about my heritage and the abilities bestowed upon me in order to save my family, friends, and the future of the Huns. It was a difficult journey for all of us. We’re part of an ancient race that dictates our every move and feeling, as well as mapping out our future. My life accelerated to high speed when the genetics kicked in and, because of the circumstances; I had to learn my birthright and destiny as a Hun at a very fast pace.
It all began on my birthday…In my diary, I used flowers and their meanings to separate events, and I asked Elza, Zoltan, Bela and Ema to share pages from their journals as well, in order to put things into perspective and to understand what happened to us.