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watched the tears fall from Amy’s eyes. I’m not of sound mind .
    ‘You will be,’ he said. ‘He will show you the way.’ He nodded to the Bright One, who faced her as the Decision Maker spoke, his glittery eyes full of concern.
    Yes , Nevaeh thought, turning to him and placing her wing back on the Omni-Pod. I’m sure he will . Nevaeh then turned to her Disk, feeling every ounce of her own old protective instinct for the Bright One, as well as the new, strange protective instinct that Amy had for Tom.
    ‘She’ll be all right, Bright One,’ the Decision Maker said to Tom’s soul.
    The Bright One nodded respectfully and turned, just like his mother, to carry on observing his own lower self.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 6
    THE IDEA
     
    Amy sat wide awake in her bed, twiddling the crystal between her thumb and forefinger, allowing the soothing sensations it mysteriously emitted to penetrate her skin. The diaphanous material, weightless and comfortable, sent stimulating waves down her spine as if making conscious attempts to calm her. The knot in her stomach, however, lay heavy. A burden had settled and wasn’t about to shift.
    Staring at Tom sound asleep in his wooden crib, she wondered how this beautiful yet unnerving enigma of a child could be destined for such trauma. Amy may not be stupid but she was still stubborn and headstrong; she would never let Tom fight such evil. All night her mind searched for a way out. She knew if she asked herself How? long enough, she’d find an answer.
    At seven a.m., she heard Luke ascending the stairs to get ready for work and sat up on full alert. He entered the bedroom, took one look at her necklace and froze.
    ‘What the hell is that?’ he asked, clearly startled.
    ‘This?’ She held up the crystal, which flashed as it caught the light. Luke stepped back, holding his hands over his eyes like he’d seen an eclipse of the sun. As he did, the pulses inside the crystal picked up the same rapid pace as her heart.
    ‘What’s wrong?’ Amy asked.
    ‘I…don’t know,’ he said, a mixture of terror and confusion across his face. He looked lost for a moment, pitiful even, and then his head spun to her, his face hard and threatening, his eyes darkening with his glare. He took a step forward as if to attack, then dropped violently to his knees, writhing in pain, like some force shoved him down.
    ‘Luke!’ Amy said, jumping out of bed.
    ‘No!’ he screamed, waking Tom. ‘Keep away!’ He stumbled to his feet and, with a terrified look, ran down the stairs and out the door. The door thudded loudly behind him and Amy was left, heart racing and perturbed.
    ‘Mummy!’ Tom said, which startled her even more. His hands stretched out, his face filled with desperation. She couldn’t believe he’d spoke. Shaking, she lifted him out, sat back on the bed and, after staring into his frightened eyes, burst into tears. Tom placed his tiny palm on top of her head, his expression full of concern, and began to concentrate on his palm. She knew he was looking for the light to heal her.
    ‘Mummy’s okay,’ she said, taking his hands away. ‘I’m going to find a way out of this, don’t worry.’ With Tom listening intently, like how a dog would look at its master when catching a word it recognised, she sensed he understood what she was saying.
    Suddenly, as if her mind was a transmitter receiving a signal, she remembered the new age shop on a side street in the northern quarter of town which had many mystical things in the window she’d often wanted to visit. She dressed herself and Tom and, before having breakfast, caught the bus. If anything could come close to helping, Amy thought, she would find it there.
    She stepped off the bus and placed Tom in his pram then marched down the main road, past the noisy fruit and vegetable stalls, to the side street just past the Buddhist centre where she had been to meditate on occasion.