tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56158031144706453362024-02-19T04:17:21.226-08:00LJ Andrews Author BlogAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02838064019693115209noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615803114470645336.post-1056301594233031042017-10-28T08:38:00.000-07:002017-10-28T08:38:00.712-07:00Book 5 snippet<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's almost Halloween...and that puts me in a good mood! I wanted to share a little snippet of The Djinn Kingdom Book 5 this morning! Set to release on....December 1.</div>
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Now, keep in mind this has not been edited, but I thought it would be fun because I'm having a blast wrapping up this series. This is the final book and it will have my own "battle of Hogwarts" so you know it's going to be epic.</div>
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P.S. This is a copyrighted work with the library of congress. Please don't steal it, copy it, or use it for anything other than a book review or social media share with proper site/author credit.</div>
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but she ignored his command pushing through the sea of people, the dark anger
for the brothers’ influence growing like a lead weight in her chest. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“Make ready your positions for
crossing,” came her father’s louder command. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Everyone on deck, ducked, or stood,
clutching onto corners, rails, rigging, or notches cut out in the deck
flooring.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“Kale,” Nova called, rushing toward him.
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He turned toward her, hanging tightly to
the back rail. His face was still stony and angry, until he saw her. “Nova!
Hang on!” He shouted, his expression filled with desperation as he tried to reach out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">But it was too late, with a strong pitch
the ship rolled onto its side as it flashed through the dark Unknown through a
vibrant white tunnel. Nova thought she screamed as she tumbled across the bow,
away from Kale. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The light was blinding, and the pressure
was suffocating. As if someone were stoking a blaring fire the wind blew hot
against her face as she grappled for anything to catch before she fell to her
death over the rail. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The dark wooden barrier came closer,
looming toward her like a silent reaper as her hands continually came up empty.
As she was about to topple over the edge into the pressurized, hot tunnel her
shoulder jolted with a painful lurch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Nova’s feet had slid through the rail
spokes and dangled precariously over the edge. Frantically she reached her
other hand up to grab onto what had stopped her. Her eyes met Kale’s as he was
stretched across the deck, one hand clutching her, while the other held tightly
to the back rail. His knuckles were white, and his face was twisted with
exertion. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“Hang on,” he shouted, as the pressure
seemed to be closing in tighter around the ship. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Nova grasped his hand with both of hers,
her throat tight from screaming, but the humid, hot air made it difficult to
breathe. “Don’t let go,” she begged desperately, as the strain pulled her
closer to the edge. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“I won’t,” he promised through clenched
teeth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“Kale, I’m slipping!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“I’ve got you,” he cried. “Don’t you
dare, Nova, you hang on.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“Kale!” she screamed as her fingers
began sliding from his sweaty palm. The ship tilted more, causing more people to
cry out as it became more difficult to hang on to the ship. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“Kale!” she cried again as her grip slid
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<span style="color: #7030a0; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">His terror-filled eyes were the last
thing she saw, as she slid down the bow’s deck, slamming hard against the rail
before tumbling over the side. Hitting the ground wasn’t what concerned her
most, it would be a quick death. It was the painful fall. The air burned her
skin. As the wind whipped around her, it seemed so heavy and thick, it was
practically solid. Tears spilled out of the corners of her eyes as she gained speed.
In her mind the dark power frantically burned through her blood, tingling every
inch of her skin. This was not her fate. This was not how it was supposed to
end.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02838064019693115209noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615803114470645336.post-21993277421913029532017-10-23T19:08:00.002-07:002017-10-23T19:08:38.496-07:00The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly of Self-publishing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hello, to new visitors, I'm LJ Andrews. Mom of four little kids by day, teen fantasy author by night (and super early morning).<br />
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I'm an Indie author. **audible gasp**<br />
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What does it<i> mean </i>to be an Indie author?<br />
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Does it mean my books actually suck because no "real" publisher is publishing them?<br />
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Does it mean I just threw a book together and published it on Amazon without a second thought?<br />
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Does it mean I'm rollin' in the dough because I cut out like ten middle men with my royalties?<br />
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Uh...well maybe I can answer a few of those questions and really talk about self-publishing.<br />
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Do my books suck?<br />
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No. Flat out no. Yes, I'm the author, but trust me I still would say they don't suck even if I was a reader. I don't mean that arrogantly, so bear with me. As I was writing them...I thought they sucked. When I finished them...I thought they sucked. <i>Because</i>, I wrote them.<br />
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I don't know an author who doesn't at some point go through some level of self-doubt. But we do our best to edit them, have a professional edit them, have early readers, and do a final read through. By the end of it all--no I don't believe my books suck. The reviews <u>tell me</u> my books don't suck.<br />
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Let me clear up this common misconception that people only self-publish because they "couldn't" get a traditional contract. I suppose it could be true for a few people, but most of the authors I know are either Hybrid authors (both indie and traditional), trying to buy their books back from their publishers, or they chose to self-publish because they want control of the books, marketing plan, and royalties.<br />
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I was one of the latter. I wouldn't turn down the right traditional contract, but I haven't found it yet. I was offered a contract by a company about 12 months ago. I stalked some of their books, and you know what, their books were ranked in the millions, while my first book had ranked out in the low 1000's. (that is good by the way, the lower the number the more you're selling). So, although they were a publisher, they obviously didn't put in the marketing I wanted.<br />
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Many Indie's prefer to be self-published. It doesn't mean they aren't good enough. <i>The Martian</i> was originally self-pubbed, as was <i>50 Shades</i>. Just some food for thought.<br />
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Again, if the right offer came around I wouldn't say no to a publisher, especially on subsidiary rights like audio books.<br />
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<b>Does self-publishing mean I just wrote something and threw it together? </b><br />
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Again, no. And again, perhaps some people do this and it's a shame. I write like a mad-woman to finish a book. I wake up early, write during nap time for the kiddos, and stay up at night writing. My first book took me four years. I'm now at the point I can write a book in about 6 weeks if I really push it.<br />
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Then what? Well, for me I have to format it (my absolute least favorite thing to do...one reason I'd take a publisher if they ever come along.) Then I self-edit. Then I send it to my professional editor. Then I read through those edits, and self-edit again. Then I add all the necessary links for the eBook. Then I format the print book. Of course this is after I've paid for the amazing cover design. Then I send it to my advanced reader team and sit anxiously as I await their reviews and feedback. Then I launch the dang thing. By this point I usually hate my book :)<br />
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All of this is out of my own pocket, and my own time. So after all is said and done, if everything goes according to plan I can release a book every 8-10 weeks. So, it takes a lot of work to release the books especially when I am in charge of building buzz and excitement so hopefully it doesn't flop on launch. I'm in charge of all the promotions and ads. A lot of thought goes into my books, and a lot of effort. And you know what...they still aren't perfect, but each book is absolutely my best work. Nothing less for my readers.<br />
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**I apologize to readers of books who have read someone who has thrown a book up there without a second thought. It gives hard-working Indie's a bad name.**<br />
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So since I work so stinking hard, and have neglected my laundry for so long I must be bringing in the money and cruising in a brand new Mercedes right? Well, I know some people who are and they are my inspiration.<br />
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I can't complain really. I've been at this gig for a little over a year and I'm making what I make at my day job. I use half my money for all those previously named expenses, but thank goodness I can break even and then some. Many indies struggle for years and make a few bucks a month, and more power to them for holding on.<br />
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It's a very difficult game to learn how to market. As an independent author you have to write fast, and spend money to make money. Some people hit it big with two or three books, I wasn't one of them. Thought, I am very fortunate I started making money right away.<br />
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My first month published I made $21. My second month I made $210. Now, over a year later I am hitting four figures. My goal is be high four figures in the coming months...and it is an uphill battle trying to get there.<br />
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It is still possible to make money as a self-published author, but there isn't a magic button. There is ample advice, and it's all different. So, I will say what I've learned is test different methods. Spend money on your covers, spend money on your editing. Take a few lessons in copy-writing for your ads to make them awesome. But most importantly is keep writing. Write series. Have confidence in your product. There are readers out there who will love it. And there are those who will hate it. You must have thick skin and keep going if you want to be a full-time author.<br />
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I am still learning, and I am so grateful for the support from readers. Without you I wouldn't be making a penny. I can't express how much it means to my family and I that you buy my books, and hopefully enjoy them.<br />
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It is awesome being an author and controlling my destiny. I can take it wherever I want to go, if I choose to work hard. But it can be ugly sometimes. It can be really ugly. But its worth it if people enjoy my stories and if I'm able to brighten someone's day a little bit more. <br />
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If you're thinking of self-publishing I would recommend some courses:<br />
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<b><u><a href="https://www.yourfirst10kreaders.com/">Your first 10K readers, by Nick Stephenson</a></u></b><br />
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<b><a href="https://kindlepreneur.com/">Kindlepreneur courses</a></b><br />
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I hope this was helpful and educational.<br />
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My goal is to get the idea self-published authors aren't real authors out of the minds of readers. Self-published authors work just as hard, if not a little harder because we do the work of the publisher too.<br />
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Live the life you want to live and dream big. That's what I think!<br />
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Keep reading,<br />
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LJ<br />
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wonderful adventures for eighteen year-old Nova. But when her father is kidnapped
by sky pirates, her carefree days are over. </span></div>
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seal, and a mysterious jeweled dagger found in the wall of her home, Nova sets
out disguised as a boy to find the legendary Captain Phoenix. Only a man such
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power overtakes her, or her father will be lost forever and she’ll become what
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<span style="color: black;">One more week! Then the entire book will be available for your reading pleasure. Here is chapter 2, when all the fun happens. I hope you enjoy!</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Nova whined, “I look ridiculous, Mother.” She
studied her reflection as she spun around in front of the double mirror in her
small bedroom.</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“You look beautiful,” Kamali insisted as she held
the purple fabric between her thumb and index finger. “It fits perfectly. Now
let’s do up your hair.”</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Nova rolled her eyes. “Mother, nothing you do with
it ever keeps. My hair will be undone by the afternoon.”</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Well, we might as well try.” Kamali smiled and
began pinning the wavy blonde pieces up on her head. </span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Nova watched her mother. Her eyes looked tired, but
she smiled as she worked on her hair. Kamali was going on as if she and Varick
hadn’t been up late talking. Nova wanted to ask what her father was afraid of,
but every time she tried, the words stuck in her throat.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: black;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">The morning had come and both of them greeted her
brightly with birthday wishes as if nothing was wrong, but Nova sensed the
mysterious tension building. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Do I really have to go out in this?” Nova
complained once her mother had finished. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“The Carters are very kind to offer their home for
your birthday celebration. The least we can do is dress our best,” Kamali
answered kindly. “Oh, Nova, don’t forget your tea.”</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Kamali placed the fine china cup in front of her and
Nova wrinkled her nose. “How about for my gift this year, I don’t drink the
tea?”</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Kamali narrowed her eyes and shook her head.
“Drink.”</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Nova sighed and sipped the brown tea her mother had
been insisting she drink for the last four years. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“This can’t be healthy,” Nova said grimacing as she
gulped the tea in one go.</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Your physician would disagree. Growing young women
need nutrients and this has them all.”</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Her father pushed through the door. He was dressed
in a white pressed shirt with fresh gray pants. His face was clean shaven, and
his thick muscles were accentuated in his fine clothes instead of hidden
beneath his heavy work suits. </span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Are you ladies primped and ready?” He chuckled,
winking at Nova.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Kamali curtsied playfully in her teal and gold gown.
Her dark hair was pinned in soft curls, with a blue pearl necklace resting
along her thin neck. Nova often found herself marveling at her mother’s beauty.
Kamali was a wonder, both on the outside and inside, despite forcing dresses upon
her.</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Unfortunately,” Nova answered, but smiled.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Kamali sighed. “Just once I’d love to have my
daughter behave like the beautiful young woman she is.”</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“I don’t think your wish will come true, Mother. I’m
sorry to be the bearer of bad news,” Nova answered, lifting her shoulders. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“I figured. Well, let’s be on our way,” Kamali said.
She linked arms with Varick and they made their way toward Dria’s manor. </span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">The Carters were plump and jovial people. Mr. Carter
was the foreman of a sun mango plantation. The rare fruit was difficult to grow
because their island bobbed closer to the sun than other islands and often
dried the crops, but Dria’s father had designed custom shades and created a way
to grow the succulent fruit. He had made a fortune trading to distant islands
that were much too cool to even dream of such a treat.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Welcome, welcome,” Mrs. Carter said once the
doorman had ushered them in. She shuffled toward them, and her red dress
rustled along the polished marble. Nova was immediately pulled into a tight hug
while Mrs. Carter squealed in excitement. “Oh, it’s so wonderful to have you
celebrate your birthday with us, my dear.”</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Thank you for welcoming us into your home,” Kamali
said, taking Mrs. Carter’s hand in hers. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Nova, dear, go join your friends in the dining hall.
Supper will be served shortly.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Nova bowed her head slightly and rushed away from
the two women until she found Dria and Jovany catapulting ice chips on their
spoons toward the manservant standing at attention against the wall. </span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Jovany muffled a laugh when one chip hit the servant
in the center of the forehead, earning him a steely glare, but the man didn’t
budge. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“You two are terrible,” Nova said, glancing at the
servant before plopping onto the seat next to Dria.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“There she is,” said Jovany, standing and bowing
dramatically at her feet. “Happiest of birthdays, milady”</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Dria snorted as she held her laugh behind her hand
and averted her eyes from her father’s disapproving stare.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Get up,” Nova insisted, feeling her face flush with
the heat of embarrassment. Jovany stood, chuckling until he sat next to Dria
again.</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Oh, my parents have turned your birthday into a
drab adult gathering,” Dria admitted. “We were just trying to have some fun.”</span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Nova spent several minutes laughing and joking with
her friends, until they again began catapulting chips at unsuspecting guests.
She scanned the room and saw her father and mother across the hall. They seemed
deep in discussion and Nova watched her mother’s beautiful face turn up with
worry. Her heart pranced with curiosity. Something was wrong, but she knew she’d
have to find out on her own. Her parents would never tell her the truth.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">The tinkling of silver on glass drew her attention
away from her parents. Purple-faced Mr. Carter smiled widely in the front of
the room, causing his skin to fold over his collar, creating the illusion he
didn’t have a neck. The room mumbled to a silence as the guests took their
seats at the long mahogany dining table. </span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“I would like to thank you all for joining us on this
special occasion to celebrate a remarkable young woman who has become like a
second daughter to my wife and me.” Nova blushed at the sentiment, but inside
she enjoyed the praise. “As is customary, before we begin our feast, we invite
Mr. Willock to come and say some short words about his daughter on this special
day.”</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">A small applause rippled along the dining room as
Nova watched her father stride to the front of the crowd.</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“He looks nervous,” Dria whispered. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“He hates being the center of attention. I’m sure
he’d rather do anything than this,” she answered back. </span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Varick cleared his throat and looked at the crowd.
“Well, first, thank you to the Carters for hosting Nova’s birthday celebration.
The tradition of friends celebrating other friends’ children is one of my
favorite on this island,” he began shakily. “It means there are good people
looking out for our children when we can’t always be there.” </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Varick turned and met Nova’s eye. His expression was
somber and serious, and Nova felt a shiver run up her spine from a sudden blast
of anxiety. “I want my daughter to know how proud I am of her abilities and
talents. I hope she never forgets the lessons she’s been taught and never
doubts her strengths. You have more power in you, Nova, than you know. And I
know everyone says this during these speeches, but I may not always be around.
So, I hope you know how valuable you are to me. You were one of my wishes that
came true, and no matter what happens, just know I love you. Happy Birthday, my
girl.”</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Nova pushed the sting of hot tears down before they
spilled over onto her cheeks. Her father raised a crystal glass filled with
burgundy wine and the other guests joined in the toast to her life. His eyes
never left hers, and something behind his pride and adoration frightened her,
as if he was trying to tell her something which couldn’t be said aloud.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">The party ended up being more fun and less drab than
Dria had anticipated. The Carters served Nova’s favorite dish of sun fish,
specially ordered from the wet island of Regen. By the time she stepped off the
enormous porch with her parents, the gigantic moon was high in the sky. </span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Brilliant light spread across the sky, casting eerie
shadows on the nearby islands as they floated amongst the numerous stars. Nova
never tired of the blanket of twinkling lights that brightened her world. Each
star was its own color, even if it was only a shade darker than a neighboring
star. But the result of such unique lights created a stunning, colorful
tapestry of twinkling diamonds above them. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Their house was quiet and warm when she stumbled
sleepily down the hallway toward her bedroom, removing the long pins her mother
had stuck in her curls. Unbuttoning her dress, she slipped into her cotton
nightdress without returning the birthday gown to its hook in her armoire. Her
ears perked when she heard her father bolting every door and window in their
home. </span></div>
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Odd,</span></i><span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">
she thought. Their island was humid and tropical and it was a common practice
to leave windows open at night to bring in cooler air. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: black;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Varick tapped on her bedroom door and stepped in
without waiting for her reply. “Forgive me, Nova, but I need to latch your
window,” he said as he snapped the lock in place. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Father, it’s hot. Can’t I crack it a bit?”</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Varick shook his head. “A storm is coming. All the
windows need to stay locked for the time being.”</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Nova rested her head again on her soft down pillow;
her exhausted brain accepted his explanation for confining them to a thick,
humid furnace for the night. She removed her quilt from her sticky legs and
slowly drifted away into a peaceful sleep. </span></div>
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">China crashed in the kitchen just a few feet from
her bedroom. Nova snapped up in bed, her wet hair sticking to her forehead from
beads of sweat. She looked around her dark room, wondering if she’d imagined
the commotion, until another loud crash caused her to leap out of bed and
snatch up her sword. </span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Carefully, Nova cracked her door and heard angry
voices shouting, but she couldn’t make out their words. She crept down the
hallway slowly, gripping the hilt of her sword. Nova gulped as more plates crashed
and the shouts grew louder. Peeking around the corner of their kitchen, she
gasped. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">The two frightening men from town were swinging
swords and knives as they toppled chairs and dishes. But it was her father
fighting them that surprised her more. He held a sword she’d never seen and she
watched as he furiously sliced through the air at the two men. </span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Nova gripped her sword, ready to help her father,
but the man with the silver tooth snuck behind him and struck his head with the
butt of his gun. Nova covered her mouth to stifle her scream as she watched her
father crumble to the floor. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: black;"></span><br /></span>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Unsheathing her small, rusty sword, she stepped
forward, but someone grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth. She kicked
and squirmed, but was held with great strength until she was pushed into the
dark living room. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Mother,” she gasped when Kamali finally released
her. “Mother, what’s happening? We have to help him.” Nova let her stinging tears
fall when she saw Kamali’s determined face.</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“They haven’t seen you, Nova. We cannot risk them
seeing you,” she insisted. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Great shuffling boots clomped along their wooden
floor as if they were searching for something. </span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Quick, follow me,” Kamali demanded, pulling Nova’s
arm hard. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Kamali pushed against their large standing clock
until it moved to the side. Nova’s eyes widened when her mother opened a narrow
door that had been hidden behind the clock.</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Get in,” Kamali whispered.</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Mother, we have to help him,” Nova cried again. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: black;">“</span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: black;">Get in</span></i><span style="color: black;">,”
Kamali whispered and shoved Nova’s head into the small room before joining her
and slamming the door shut. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"></span><br />
<div style="margin: 0px 0px 13px;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Nova covered her mouth to hold back the sobs trying
to erupt from her throat, and Kamali listened intently to the room outside
their hiding place. </span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Heavy feet paced the living room. Nova heard the
coffee table her father had built for her mother slam against the wall. The
small porcelain clock on the table next to the sitting chair broke as it went
through the window. Over and over, her heart broke with her possessions as she
listened to the hideous men search for something and grow more frustrated as
they kept coming up empty handed. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“There isn’t anyone here,” a man hissed. “Ye were
mistaken.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“I know he took her, the cap’n said so. We aren’t
leavin’ without her,” snarled the other.</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Nova looked curiously at her mother, who never
turned her attention from the room. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“C’mon. He’s comin’ to; we gotta get him to the
ship. He’s useless to us if I have to kill him. Now, grab a leg.”</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Nova heard the second man shout in frustration
before hearing something brush along the wooden floor as if they were carrying
a large sack of vegetables. Finally, the house fell under an eerie silence. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Nova and Kamali didn’t move for what seemed like
hours. Kamali kept her ear pressed to the doorway, listening for any signs of the
men returning. And Nova softly cried into her knees until all feeling in her
lower body was gone from sitting in the awkward position. </span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">As soft sunlight cast its happy glow over the
carpet, Kamali unlatched the door and they spilled out into the battered living
room. Nova stared at the destruction in disbelief. All around her, belongings
dear to her heart had been destroyed. Even the pillows she’d helped her mother
sew were slashed and unstuffed on the floor. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Kamali didn’t stop and look at her destroyed home; instead,
she rushed into her bedroom and Nova watched as she opened a loose floorboard
and removed a long box.</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Come on, Nova. We must leave now,” Kamali directed,
wrapping her shoulders in a blue cloak.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Mother…I…we have to get Father…they took him,” she
cried, feeling as if her feet had stones tied to them.</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Listen to me, Nova. We must leave immediately.”
Kamali paused and Nova saw the truth behind her blazing diamond eyes. Her
mother’s heart was broken, but somehow Nova knew she wasn’t going after her
father. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">“Mother, why can’t…why can’t we save him?” she
whispered.</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;">Kamali pursed her lips tight together, placed the
box on the floor, and held Nova’s face between her hands. “You must listen to
me Nova. We are leaving. This night never happened, and you must promise me you
will never try to find your father.”</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0px;"> </span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02838064019693115209noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615803114470645336.post-26876448389959434012017-03-06T09:30:00.001-08:002017-03-06T09:30:41.948-08:00Chapter 1: Pirate's Vengeance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Welcome to the first week of sneak peeks into the new series The Djinn Kingdom. Book one is titled Pirate's Vengeance. A little about why I wrote this series; I love pirates, I always have. My husband thought of the idea of having them be sky pirates, and from there the story developed. I wanted to have some kind of alternate culture involved in the story as well...that is to come as the series develops, but since it is called Djinn Kingdom you can imagine some crazy myths are going to come about.<br />
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I hope you enjoy the prologue and Chapter 1, next Monday I will be showing Chapter 2, and then on March 20th the book will be available! I can't wait. Enjoy:<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Pigmy darts whistled past
his ear, one nicking his cheek and drawing blood. The pearl white temple
glittered in the setting sun as Captain Phoenix darted through thick darkness blanketing
the cursed jungle. Swinging his ruby hilted sword, he batted the small darts
back toward the miniature temple guardians. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The stolen treasure
weighed heavy in his breast pocket, but the rush of the plunder filled his feet
with agility and speed as he ran toward his ship. Leaping over the final
ancient stone wall, Phoenix found himself on the coast with the <i>Scarlet Moon</i> just beyond the clouds. But
all along the white beach were the dark knights of the temple pointing burning
arrows at his heart, ready to set him aflame. Without hesitation Captain
Phoenix lifted his sword, signaling from the beach for the <i>Scarlet Moon</i> to set aim. And with a blast heard through the skies,
his forty guns swallowed the beach in a storm of fire… <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Then what happened,
Uncle Briggs?” Nova whispered as she listened to the exciting tale. She hugged
her thin legs against her chest and licked an apple-mango sweet stick. Her
curly pig-tails bounced over the peach dress her mother had forced her to wear.
Briggs tugged on one of the corn-silk curls and chuckled, plopping into a
creaky wooden chair next to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Well, just as the cap’n
was about to meet his maker, his loyal first mate sailed the <i>Scarlet Moon—</i>while she was still
shootin’, mind you—and the cap’n jumped, see. He jumped clean over them magic
guardians and caught hold of the rigging hanging from off the hull; then they
sailed away into the clouds, sacred temple treasure and all. And Cap’n Phoenix
went on to become the sneakiest pirate ye ever seen, always takin’ what he
wanted without killin’ a soul. See, the guns are aimed perfectly, never hittin’
a being, just puttin’ some fire in their feet. Makin’ ‘em jump around like
patsies waltzin’ a ballroom,” Briggs said, spinning around as if dancing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova sighed when he’d
finished and stared dreamily out his dirty window. She saw the distant islands
floating peacefully amongst the pillow-like clouds. “Captain Phoenix,” she
whispered. “Now that was a man who knew how to have an adventure. Is it true,
Uncle Briggs? Did you really see Captain Phoenix when you were a sailor?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Briggs shuffled his feet
across the grimy floor and added more leaves to his pipe. Taking in a heavy
breath, he blew out a thick cloud of smoke and joined her by the window. “I did,
lass. I seen him in the flesh, flying that magnificent ship, gatherin’ any treasure
he wanted. No one could stop him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Uncle Briggs, tell me
the stories again.” She ignored his comment and pouted her lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Now, ye know I’m not yer
uncle, kid,” he said, with a twinkle in his cloudy eyes as he rubbed his thick
gray mustache. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Father said I could call
you that.” Nova crossed her legs and folded her arms over her chest, never
dropping her eye from him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Briggs took in a big puff
of his pipe and coughed when she narrowed her eyes and put her hands on her
small hips. “Yer somethin’, girl, and stubborn to boot. Why ye so interested in
the Phoenix stories? Yer pap don’t like me fillin’ yer head with such tales.
And what ye wearin’ that dress fur?” he asked. “People are gonna think ye some
kinda girl.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova sighed again,
ignoring his blabber. “I’d love to meet Captain Phoenix. I can’t believe he
really did all that you say.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Well if ye don’t believe
me, then I’m done tellin’ such tales,” Briggs glanced at her playfully. “But
yes, lass, nothin’ could stop that cap’n and his crew.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Except the temple
treasure, right, Briggs?” a deep voice came from the front doorway. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova spun around and
smiled at her father. He winked, but kept his lips turned down in a
disappointed smile. Her father’s shoulders spanned the entire width of the
doorway and he had to turn slightly to enter the house. “Come on, man. Is it
necessary to fill my nine-year-old daughter’s head with such wild stories?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Oh, Papa, I love hearing
about them. And I believe they’re true. Uncle Briggs wrote them down, so they
can’t be made up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Her father laughed and
pulled her against his hip with one of his muscular arms. “I assure you little
miss, Captain Phoenix is a legend. You really believe, with that logical brain
of yours, that there was an invincible captain who scuttled his magical ship to
keep his mutinous crew from taking it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova nodded furiously,
making her pigtails whip her face over and over.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Now it’s not my fault,
Varick, what the young lassy hears when ye drop ‘er off. Besides I only get to
see ‘er a little longer before ye take her away to Mollem,” Briggs said. His
shoulders slumped and a bit of twinkle left his eye.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Varick smiled and shook
Briggs’s hand. “We’ll be back to visit, Briggsy. But I have to go where the
jobs are. Tough times, you know that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Briggs nodded, and then
looked down at Nova’s bright eyes. “Now ye listen, lass, take good care of yer
mother, and never stop fightin’ swords with yer pap, hear?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova wrapped her small
arms around Briggs’s thick waist and fought back the tears in her eyes. Slowly,
she turned out the doorway, followed closely by her father. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Oh, and Varick,” Briggs
shouted from his broken doorway. “Tell Kamali to keep that girl out of them
dresses.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> </span></b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Mollem
Island- seven years later<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Warm water splashed
across Nova’s cheeks and the slow rush of gravity pulling her downward filled
her with a sense of exhilaration. As she plummeted, she saw the edge of her
island bobbing amongst the peachy clouds. The floating island was surrounded
with waterfalls spilling over its coasts into the vast sky, and as she flowed
over the edge with the rest of the water, she imagined she actually had wings. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">As she fell through the
open sky, the neighboring rocky land of Felsig came into view behind the hazy
clouds. The underbelly of Felsig Island reminded her of a beet pulled from the
soil, with muddy roots dangling freely in the sky. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The setting sun glimmered
through the waterfalls and cast a glare across the shimmering, silver manu
carving long scars beneath Mollem and Felsig. The buoyant mineral shone
brightest at sunset, creating a mystical glow across the skies and forming a
rainbow of beautiful silver which connected the islands of Launi. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Through the waves of
clouds, ships floated amongst the world with bright manu nailed to their keels
keeping them afloat; some were big, some only small skiffs. Nova smiled at her
world, closed her eyes, and breathed in the humid, comforting air.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">As she fell faster, her
blonde curls billowed furiously behind her like a golden cape in the wind, and the
water droplets from the surrounding waterfalls whipped her smooth face. The
faint darkness of the stormy cloud line at the horizon came into view. The barrier
separating Launi Kingdom from the unknown darkness of the Below sent a
thrilling shiver down her spine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Nova, swing around quick!”
Dria laughed above. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Smiling, Nova braced her
shoulders, getting ready to end the free fall through the sky. The ropes dangled
off the sides of Mollem Island, placed there strategically by brave climbers.
If she missed the mark, the dark clouds of the Below would swallow her up and
she’d be lost forever, but the risk was part of the excitement. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">She reached out through
the current of the falling water until she grabbed the thick, scratchy rope.
The rope gave a little against her weight before ripping her backward and
swinging her up over the edge of the island like a bungee. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova landed in the fresh
pool of sapphire water and let her body float weightlessly as she reveled in
the adrenaline filtering through her veins. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“That was amazing,” Dria
said once she surfaced. Dria’s long brown hair was suctioned with water against
her heart-shaped face, but she didn’t seem to mind. Dria’s green eyes sparkled
as she bobbed up and down in the warm pool. “I’ve never seen you go so fast. It
was almost as if you were flying. She’s beaten your record I’d wager, Jovany.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Jovany brushed his black
hair from his dark eyes and shrugged. Jovany was lanky and the pool of water
only reached his mid-chest, while it splashed around Nova’s neck. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“I wouldn’t go that far,
Dria, but I did think you were going to fall right into the Below for a bit.
Didn’t you get the announcement of no more island jumping ever since that kid
from Rand Island missed the mark? Poor sap just fell right through the barrier
into the Below,” he said, spraying a stream of water at Nova. “I’m curious,
though—how did you soar so…flawlessly? It was like you weren’t even falling.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“As I said, like she was
flying,” Dria insisted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova wrung the cold water
from her hair and batted the droplets off her thick eyelashes. “Oh, the way you
two go on, you’d think we’ve never island jumped before. I feel for the kid on
Rand, but who’s to say he died? Maybe there’s some invisible net under the
barrier we can’t see.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Dria and Jovany laughed. “Right.
That’s why no one has ever returned after falling into the Below,” Dria
scoffed, peering into the distance of the gray line of clouds cutting along the
bright, happy sky.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Yes, just take our
praise, Nova. Your smooth jump today was probably just a fluke, I doubt you’ll
beat me next time.” Jovany narrowed his eyes as if to show his seriousness,
though the corners of his mouth quickly pulled up into a smile no matter how
hard he resisted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“If we can get away to
have a next time. When your father finds out you came out here again, he’s
going to lose his head,” Dria said nonchalantly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova rolled her eyes. “He
will not. He might behave as if he doesn’t want me doing such things, but the
man instilled adventure in me since I could walk. I think his reprimands are
more for show than in earnest.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Dria raised an eyebrow
and a playful twinkle passed across her green eyes. “If believing that helps
you justify disobeying, then good for you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova laughed and dunked
Dria’s head under the pool. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Hey, look, you two,”
Jovany said quietly as if his mind had drifted away. “Have you ever seen such a
ship before?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova peered curiously
through the cloud cover to where Jovany pointed his bony finger. Just off their
island, maybe two miles away, a dark ship bobbed between two swirling clouds.
The wood was a dreary gray with a chipped figurehead of a woman with chains
from her wrists to her neck on the bow. The ship’s sails were ashen gray and
stood out against the bright sky. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Jovany and Dria talked
hurriedly to one another about the vastness of the vessel, the enormity of its
hull, and expansive sails. But Nova’s eyes drifted upward toward the large
crow’s nest. A black flag fluttered in the wind as the ship bounced eerily
between Mollem and Felsig Islands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Her heart beat against
her chest like a taut drum. She didn’t see the definitive marking of the skull,
but the flag was black, the ship brought a strange anxiety to her soul, and the
way it sailed the sky seemed different. Her father had taught her about such
things, such dangers in their skies. She knew what kind of ship it was, and its
crew. Pirates.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“I…uh…I think we should
be getting back,” she said, backing to the edge of the pool nervously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Jovany and Dria stopped
their chattering and looked at her curiously. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Why, what’s wrong?” Dria
narrowed her eyes and raised an eyebrow as she followed Nova to the side.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Nothing.” Nova laughed
nervously, trying to distract them from her flushed cheeks and frightened
expression. “I should get back home before my father is done with his shift is
all.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Jovany glanced at the
hazy sun above them that cast the bright orange throughout their sky. “It’s
barely late afternoon, Nova. The shipyards don’t close until evening.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“I know, but he mentioned
he may be home early tonight, seeing how it’s my birthday tomorrow. He wanted
to help Mother…prepare…things,” she lied. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Dria and Jovany looked at
each other with skepticism, but to Nova’s relief chose not to question her
further. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova pulled herself from
the clear pool and wrung out her long blue tunic before strapping her leather
belt around her waist again. The brown pants that garnered many disapproving
looks from the respectable ladies in town clung to her thin legs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Dria frowned as she
slipped her periwinkle dress over her underclothes. “I wish my mother would see
things as yours does. I see no problem with a woman wearing trousers.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova laughed and adjusted
the small steel sword on her hip. Her father had given her the harmless weapon
for her twelfth birthday, although her mother disapproved. Nova wore it
everywhere she went, though compared to the real swords of the naval officers,
it was nothing but a toy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Dria, if my mother had
her way, I would go around wearing corsets and gowns, staying silent beneath a
parasol until a young, handsome man came and asked for my hand. <i>A nice, quiet life</i>, as she says.” Nova
batted her long eyelashes and rested her chin in her hands as she looked away
dreamily. She laughed when Dria nudged her out of her mocking position, but
Dria didn’t seem appeased.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">She stuck out her lip and
pouted as she scrunched her hair into long brown curls. “Still, you’re allowed
to wear them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Come off it, Dria,”
Jovany interjected. “Nova isn’t a regular girl. She’s more…well…like a…never
mind,” he said, clearing his throat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova didn’t hear Jovany
bumbling over his words. Her attention had returned to the eerie ship beyond
the peaceful cloud cover. The black flag was barely visible as it sailed closer
to Felsig. Nova felt a wave of relief pass over her as the frightening ship
left their humble island’s coast. Something quickened her heartbeat as if some
part of her knew the ship meant danger.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Jovany leapt off the tall
curb back in town and waved goodbye as he ran to his father’s blacksmith shop. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“I don’t think he’ll ever
notice me as a woman. I’ll always just be a friend,” Dria confided after he was
well inside the shop. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Have you ever thought of
telling him the truth?” Nova asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Dria shook her head
furiously, causing her wild curls to wrap around her head like a mane. “No, and
you promised you wouldn’t say anything.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova threw her hands in
the air in mock offense. “I have kept that promise, have I not?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Yes, well, be sure to
keep it. I don’t want anything to ever come between our friendship,” she
admitted. “Nothing is worth losing that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Well, you may just be
surprised if you actually told him,” Nova said rolling her eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The bright sky was
dimming and Nova saw the crown of the enormous light blue moon lifting from the
dark Below, pushing the white sun out of its hemisphere. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“What brings you lovely
ladies to the center of town this late in the evening?” a deep voice asked
behind them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova smiled, meeting her
father’s bright blue eyes. He stood tall, and his handsome face was smudged
from a hard day’s work. The sweat and grime concealed the long scar along his
cheek. Every time she asked how he’d gotten it, he would ramble on with
terrific tales of swashbuckling battles with sky pirates and forbidden temple
guardians; the tales changed every time she asked. Now he had stubble covering
his chin from several days without shaving, and his thick brown hair was
falling out of the thin leather strap tying most of it in a ponytail behind his
neck. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Hello, Mr. Willock,
wonderful to see you so early,” Dria said, curtsying slightly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Dria, I’ve told you
before you’re allowed to call me Varick. And yes my slave-driver foremen let me
off early today. Have you two been behaving?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Dria smiled. “Yes, sir.
I’ll see you tomorrow, Nova,” she said, waving and turning down the lane
leading to her parents’ large manor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Varick faced Nova and
raised an eyebrow. Nova felt herself shrink beneath his gaze. Her father’s face
was youthful, with only a few lines of age, but his eyes were those of an old
soul. He had a way of peering into her as if he could see inside her inner
thoughts. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Nova, have you had a
nice afternoon?” he asked knowingly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">She nodded. “Very
pleasant. Nothing of note to talk about.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">For a fleeting moment,
she wondered if she should mention the mysterious ship, but then she’d be
admitting to island jumping against his wishes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Ah, of course not,”
Varick said and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “I’m certain your mother
will love knowing you’re running around with a sword on your hip and men’s
trousers again.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“I can’t help it if I
have a father who taught me the joy of sword play,” she teased. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Varick rolled his eyes.
“I think it wise to teach a young woman to defend herself, but tomorrow your
mother may become more insistent on your wardrobe. It’s a big birthday for you
and she is right; you are a young woman now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Father, please—turning sixteen
does not justify the travesty of gowns and heels on my shoes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Varick laughed and hugged
her more tightly against him. “Perhaps not, but maybe you can give your mother
the satisfaction of wearing your birthday dress she’s commissioned for you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Just for tomorrow—that’s
as far as I can promise. And you must assure me we will still practice
together, no matter how womanly I am supposed to become,” she said patting her
sword on her hip.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“I wouldn’t have it any
other way,” Varick said. His eyes wandered to a small shop to the side of them.
Nova followed his gaze. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Two men watched them curiously.
One man had a silver front tooth that was visible as he picked at something in
the back of his mouth. His hair was dirty and matted, and it hung past his
shoulders. The man wore a greasy bandana around his head beneath a tattered
leather hat whose brim shaded most of his upper face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">The second man wore a
thick bluish-gray coat with brass buttons. Across his chest was a leather strap
with two flintlock pistols strapped beneath his coat. He appeared more clean-cut
than his counterpart, but his eyes were black with malice as he glared in their
direction. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Who are those men?” Nova
asked, suddenly worried. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Varick met her eye and
for a moment she imagined she saw a flicker of fear, but soon his bright eyes
sparkled again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">He shrugged and pulled
her closer to him once more. “I have no idea. Come on now, let’s hurry home. We
have a day of celebrating to prepare for.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Their home was modest and
nestled among a patch of shady palm trees. The stones making up the outer walls
were gray with pink and silver scars of minerals embedded within, creating
almost mystical glimmers when the bright sun hit the stone just right. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Kamali, look who I found
wandering the streets. What an urchin,” Varick called out when they stepped
into the small entryway. Nova shoved her father’s shoulder and chuckled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Kamali stepped around the
corner from the kitchen. Her diamond eyes sparkled with playfulness, though she
tried to keep her face puckered in frustration. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova often wondered how
her parents created someone like her. Her father had chestnut-colored hair that
was thick and straight. Her mother’s hair was black with a natural blue tint,
and her skin was a deep olive tone that sparkled with radiance. Varick was
broad and tall, towering over her mother who had a perfectly shaped hourglass
figure, which granted her numerous envious looks from other women. The only
thing she shared, were her mother’s eyes. They were nearly translucent, they
were so bright. Her mother’s eyes were the one trait Nova cherished about
herself. Her hair was too big for her petite head, and her torso was long and
lanky without a curve in sight. Her pale face made her appear five years
younger than she was. But she had her mother’s eyes, her beautiful diamond eyes,
and that was good enough for her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Nova, why must you wear
those atrocious things?” Kamali said disapprovingly, taking in her daughter’s
apparel. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Mother, they are
comfortable. You should try them sometime.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Kamali clicked her
tongue, but her lips tugged at the sides as if she wanted to smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Varick, did you get what
I asked for?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Varick swooped on his
wife and spun her around before planting a firm kiss on her lips. As Kamali
pushed him away laughing, he pulled out a box wrapped in thick brown paper from
his messenger bag. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“My wish, did you doubt
me?” Varick said, feigning surprise. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Kamali laughed and pushed
him against his chest, taking the box. “Of course not, love, but you have been
known to let things slip your mind before.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Kamali led Nova into the
small dining room and signaled for her to sit and eat the plate of food she’d
laid out. “Nova, why are your clothes wet?” she asked, inspecting Nova’s tunic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Uh, Dria pushed me into
the creek by the orchards. All in good fun.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Kamali raised an eyebrow
as if she knew the truth, but instead of forcing a confession, she turned back
to Varick before joining Nova at the table. “You were a little later than I
thought you’d be. I thought Johnathan was dismissing you early today. Is all
well at the shipyard?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Varick nodded, wiping his
hands on a soft towel before taking a large bite of his buttered roll. “Yes,
the day ran smoothly,” he paused and glanced at Kamali until she met his eye.
“The old clock stopped, which would account for my tardiness, I suppose.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova’s forehead
scrunched. Her father said the words dark and slow, never dropping his gaze
from her mother. She watched Kamali’s expression. For a moment, her mother
seemed frozen before scooping a bit of potato and eating as if nothing had
changed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Well, I suppose they
will have to fix it immediately or you’ll be eating cold suppers from now on.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova watched her parents,
but she saw the glance between them. Something was bothering them, and the
tension grew throughout the night but she held her tongue from asking. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Later that night, Nova
heard whispers in the dark from outside her bedroom. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“You know what to do if
anything happens,” she heard her father say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“We should go now,”
Kamali answered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“No, we have to keep you
both safe and if we leave, they’ll only follow. If anything should happen, take
the box and go to Briggs.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Nova’s stomach curled in
her soft bed as she tried to stay awake long enough to hear the rest of their
conversation. Her eyes were growing heavy and fatigue overcame her. Soon, she
drifted into a tumultuous sleep, dreaming of flintlock pistols and silver teeth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In the world of fiction writing, creating believable,
realistic worlds is crucial to strong stories. If you invent a world, but have
no infrastructure, no reasons why things are the way they are your readers will
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As daunting as it seems to create an imaginary world where
readers can escape and believe, there are some basic ideas to simplify this
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Why do people do things? How do they get around? What’s the
hierarchy of power? Perhaps you have a vicious king, who uses knights or
noblemen to control the working class/peasants with magic crystals tied around
their necks. If they rise up the crystals stop their hearts—for example. After
you establish the hierarchy determine why it is set up in such a way.
Oppression usually has a reason. Perhaps the world depends on a certain
mineral, but it is dangerous to mine. The evil King would use the peasants to
mine it, and ignite the crystals if they refuse. That way the people submit to
save their own lives. Think </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hunger Games</span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri;">,
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Make sure you don’t just create a society, but an economy.
In my book the Lost Relics, there are four realms. Each realm has certain items
and goods they cultivate and share with the other realm people. The realms are
kept in balance from the Ponderi, who has rules and regulations such as magic
bans in the realms. Because the Ponderi is in charge rogue groups have spurred
throughout the realms, which feel the Ponderi oppress the people and should
allow them to live naturally in their own environment. However, the Ponderi has
experienced dangerous magic in the past which killed many people. This is why
they instilled the magical ban and created a council over the realms which
provided the strict rules. The Ponderi isn’t trying to be dictators, however
from their past experience they feel the need to instill rules and regulations.
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">It is imperative you explain </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">why </span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri;">your story is taking place. If your world has existed for
hundreds of years, why are the events suddenly happening now? Is a new ruler in
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In The Lost Relics, the story begins because the dangerous
magic which caused the magical bans has returned. A dangerous secret-society is
looking to control powers that would prove deadly. These are the reasons that
particular story begins to change the world. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">One of the most exciting things about creating a world is
making it real. Explain what the food tastes like, explain what it smells like.
This helps the reader enter your world and it feels </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">real to them</span></i><span style="font-family: Calibri;">. The hardest part of this is if your world is fantasy
and doesn’t involve the real world in any way describing things can be a
challenge. For example, my upcoming series uses islands. One set of islands
looks like Hawaii in my mind, but if my characters described them like the
“Hawaiian Islands” it wouldn’t be consistent because the made up people in my
story have never seen the state of Hawaii. It is a blast to describe foods with
creative words, textures, and the appearance of people. Give a try; creating
all the little details is my favorite part of world-building. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A helpful exercise to practice when you’re world building,
is to become a reader. Ask any question you can think of that a reader may ask,
and find a way to answer it. Even if it’s something you don’t mention in the
story, the more solid your own understanding of your world the easier it will
be to write it. For example: What do they eat? Can they die like mortals? Is
there magic? How to the people reproduce? What is the common religion? Why is
the climate the way it is? How do the different genders get along? How are they
educated? What kind of clothes do they wear? What is the atmosphere like? Things
of this nature will help you create a solid world that will make sense to your
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The final tip is one of the most important. You have to have
a reason for the elements of your world. If you have a magical tree that glows
red and shoots purple pears at the people, what is its purpose? Why is it
there? What significance does it have? It seems strange to make fantasy
logical, but it will make or break a world. Make sure you have strong
understanding and reason behind the things you are doing in your world. You can’t
just make it so unbelievable without any order to it, or your story will be
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I mean something that you really HAD to do? That was how The Lost Relics began with me.<br />
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I'm so grateful to have readers, like you who have downloaded Rise of a Guardian. I hope you are finding it enjoyable.<br />
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I remember the day I decided to write a book. It had been something I'd always wanted to do, but kept using the curse word "someday". Do you ever find yourself doing that? Well, I remember sitting down in my big overstuffed brown recliner and I began writing my bestseller. It was about the Fountain of Youth. And guess what happened...nothing. I couldn't even write the first chapter, because it wasn't the right story.<br />
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I learned something after I'd spent about a month trying to force myself to write a story that just wasn't there. Sometimes you have to approach your dreams from a different direction, but you NEVER quit.<br />
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I was driving home one day from work, I was tired, discouraged and desperate to fulfill my goal. Then an image came to my mind. It was a person, a woman. She had silver eyes. Almost immediately a story began to form in my mind. A story about long forgotten realms, each with a different race of human. Each race had special talents that make up different characteristics of our minds--each using a different area of the brain.<br />
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The Lost Relics was born. Did I write it in a month--2--3--a year? No, the story took 3 1/2 years to smooth out and develop. I can't tell you how many drafts I went through, and how many beta readers saying it wasn't there yet.<br />
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The point is, what is your dream? What are you willing to do to achieve it? Would you work at it for 3 1/2 years? Five? A decade?<br />
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I hope so, because you never know what will become of it or how it will shape your life. I promise from experience fulfilling a goal you've always dreamed of is the most rewarding experience and journey, that's how I feel anyway.<br />
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People like you are making mine come true, you're like a dream master! So just some food for thought; even if writing a book isn't on your to-do list, I challenge you to stop swearing with the word "someday" and start working toward that thing, that golden nugget, you've always wanted!<br />
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I can't wait to hear about it! What is something you've always wanted to do? I love hearing the amazing things people set out do to. It just takes getting started!<br />
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All the Best,<br />
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First off, download amounts. As of this morning around 9:30 I have a total of 443 downloads of my free book for the last 8 days. <b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KRDXGQE#nav-subnav">Rise of a Guardian</a></b> is #2 in one of it's categories and #3 in the other. I'm very pleased with these numbers as I haven't done a ton of paid promotions. </div>
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I also emailed my small but growing mailing list, specifically for my writing. I asked these people as many of them have read the book to please leave a review. I didn't get much of a response on that honestly, but I do have a great review up there that makes me smile. My family, who has purchased the books, tried to leave a review, but Amazon has found they had a connection with me and would not allow their reviews. This is bummer, but at the same time I understand why Amazon has to monitor reviews (no one likes fake reviews)</div>
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-Today I participated in a huge mailing list promotion with other authors and my numbers are increasing by the hour. It cost $20 USD to participate and my book gets in front of hundreds of other author's mailing lists for a a period of time. I am only promoting Rise of a Guardian in this mailer. It is the free book. I am using this to hopefully get people interested in my books, not because I don't think it's worth money, but I wanted people to read the series. <b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KOUZRIA#nav-subnav">Trinity Rises</a></b> is currently listed at $3.99.</div>
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Paid sales: They have been very little, but I have made $20.00 USD in royalties at this point and have sold about 10 of my paid books. I hope to see an increase in sales as the hundreds of free downloads have time to read Rise of a Guardian, and the hope of any author is they want to continue the series and move on to the other books. </div>
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Tomorrow I am running a promotion with BKnights on Fiverr. I've heard excellent things about them and many of my author friends get a surge of downloads on their promotion day. This promotion cost me $10. </div>
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I am loving this so far, although I am not an overnight millionaire, it has been so satisfying to see people actually downloading my books and finding it interesting. I hope to gather more reviews as people finish the book because reviews help authors so much to be visible. </div>
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Here's to hoping the downloads continue and more and more people get lost in the adventure of the Lost Relics.</div>
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Can you believe this day is finally here? I can't either, because it has been YEARS of work. There were many days I felt like it would never happen. It takes a lot to put your book out there. What I mean by a lot is, a lot of overcoming self doubt. This is my heart on my sleeve for other people to either LOVE (that is what I foresee) or hate...hopefully not the latter. </div>
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I can't just sit on these books though, they need to be read by amazing readers. And now they can be!</div>
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Below I've listed every link where you can find the eBOOK links as well as a print book link for Rise of a Guardian. Trinity Rises is still in the proof stage for the print book, but it too will be available hopefully by next week in print form. </div>
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Enjoy Rise of a Guardian for Free! Yes, I said free (eBook version). I think you'll be happy to find a little surprise inside too with a little bit extra for you loyal readers.</div>
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All I can ask of you is to download the books and SPREAD THE WORD! That is how the best of books are found through reviews and word of mouth. I will always believe that. </div>
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The Title is <b>The Lost Relics: Trinity Rises</b> and it continues the wild adventure throughout the realms with Killian and the Ponderi. The only trouble is the danger of the Trinity society is peaking. People are being attacked, deadly secrets are being unveiled and enemies must become allies!</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Lavender
sunlight filtered through the thin cream colored shades and warmed Killian's
face. Stretching, he couldn't remember the last time he had slept so sound. He
sauntered into the bathroom and soaked for much too long in the multi faucet
shower. He peered at his tattered clothing from the day before. There were
still <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">deep</span>, burgundy stains from where
the wolves mauled him and the smell was rank. Sighing, although he knew the
drawers were <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">empty,</span> he pulled one open. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">To his <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">surprise,</span> there were several fresh gray
T-shirts, with matching gray sweat pants. Opening the enormous closet <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">door,</span> he found an array of tan, gray and white
shirts in various lengths with similar pants. There were even three different
pairs of shoes: tall, thin black boots that reminded him of riding boots, <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">thin</span> black sneaker looking shoes that looked so
light he wondered how they would protect his feet, and a pair of comfortable
looking black sandals. Jumping into the slip-on <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">sandals,</span>
he dressed, inspecting his faded scars from the day before. He was amazed; it
was almost as if mucous coated fangs had never torn his skin. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian looked
at the large stone clock on his wall. It was late morning and he needed to
speak with Nathaniel and Miller about his decision. Just as he was about to
step out his <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">door,</span> a pounding knock
caused him to jump back. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Timidly, Killian
opened the door. A large young man, about his age, stood in front of him. He
was dressed in similar gray clothing, but everything else on him was eccentric
and colorful, just like Fia had dressed. He had bright red hair with blue tips,
gold earrings in both ears, and a blue jeweled ring in his brow. But his eyes
were what stopped Killian, for just as Fia, he had deep brown eyes with bright,
jubilant orange flames behind the color.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Killian Thomas?"
he asked in a deep voice, hinted with a strange accent, much like Fia from the
day before. The burly young man crossed his fist along his chest. It appeared
to be a greeting. Killian would rather have the odd salute compared to the soft
kisses Fia gave.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Uh...yes."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Please
come with me." The young visitor turned on his heel and began to walk
away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Where? I'm
not sure I should go with someone apart from Connor or the Director. Who are
you and then maybe I'll come with you."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"My name is
Dax. And I don't appreciate your tone<span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">,</span>
Thomas. Ponderi recruits show respect, and you seem to have little of
that." The man's tan face literally appeared to let off steam.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Excuse me?
I don't know who you are and why you want me to follow you. Maybe it's just me
being new here, but most people give others a little more information to go
on."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The tan young
man huffed and tensed his shoulders, causing the muscles in his neck to bulge.
"That's what I'm here to do; I was given orders to escort you to the upper
floor. I follow my <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">orders</span> and I expect
you to follow yours."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian felt
angry. He could feel his face scrunching up in annoyance. "What orders? I
just woke up buddy, so don't come here all soldier-like telling me what to
do." Dax's expression changed slightly, he seemed to believe Killian <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">truly</span> didn't know who he was. After a small
awkward <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">pause,</span> a <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">cheery</span> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">ding</i> sounded from
Killian's room. Dax darted into the room with Killian shuffling behind. On the
bedside <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">table,</span> the wooden top had lit up
into a blue screen. Dax gulped and tapped the screen revealing a message.
Stepping back sheepishly, Dax nodded for Killian to read the odd tabletop
message. </span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian,</span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">One of our head recruits, Dax, will be coming to escort
you to my office so you can inform us of your decision. Please follow him to
the upper floors. Hope you slept well.</span></i></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Nathaniel</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian turned
around smugly. "So, want to try asking me to come with you again...Dax was
it?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Dax pursed his
lips before turning on his heel and marching out of the room. Killian chuckled,
pleased he'd brought the haughty recruit down a little bit. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The ride to the
upper floor with Dax was awkward, they didn't speak. The only words Dax said to
him was a reminder of which door was the office before he whizzed away in the
hidden elevator. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian knocked
hard on the thick <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">door</span> and was quickly
met by <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">Miller,</span> who ushered him into the
room. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Good morning,
my boy," Nathaniel bellowed in a cheerful voice. "Would you care for
a hot drink? There is tea, coffee, even hot cocoa over near the window
there," he said pointing to a small coffee cart. It was covered in small
baskets that held various assortments of garnishes for the drinks. Killian
waved a hand in refusal and sat in the same chair he had used the night before.
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He shifted
nervously in his seat as Nathaniel peered at him over his drink. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I trust
you slept well?" Killian nodded as the two older men sipped from their
mugs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Are there
any questions you <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">have</span> for us after our
conversation last night?" Miller asked with a kind smile. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He wanted to ask
him about the possibility of his parents being alive, but he didn't <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">want</span> to let on Connor had told him. Suddenly he
remembered another person. "Mercedes...have you heard anything else about
her. I...just want to make sure she's okay."</span></div>
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<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Mercedes
Forino is safe at home and one of our scientists has seen to it that she
believes the events of yesterday were all a dream."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"What? She
won't remember it was real? How?” Killian didn’t know if this was a bad thing
or good thing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Another serum.
It was given to her as she left yesterday. It’s better this way. Imagine how
Miss Forino would live her life, knowing <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">there
are horrific creatures roaming</span> the Hemisphere. She will go to her summer
classes on Terrene this morning, thinking she had a horrible nightmare. Of
course, as a precaution, we have two recruits keeping watch over her at a
distance. It’s standard <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">precaution</span> since
the Malumians picked up her scent as well during the attack. We are <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">certain</span> they won’t bother her again, however,
since it seemed they were programmed to attack you.” Killian nodded, but still
felt a twinge of sadness in his heart. He was grateful she was being protected,
but Mercedes had touched him somehow. She had saved him from the wolf. She was
the first person in a long while he felt could be trusted. Now he would simply
be a memory from a nightmare to her. </span></div>
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out loudly, allowing his body to relax into the metal chair. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Well, I
suppose we should cut to the chase. Are you going to stay with us here in the
Praetorium?" Nathaniel gazed over his silver mug at him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian
processed Connor's advice once more; he wouldn't be safe at home, there is a
small chance his parents were alive, and he had to learn if Merlin's Talisman
had affected him in some way by the odd power Connor's instructor had
mentioned.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I have
decided to stay." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Nathaniel
clapped his hands together and Miller beamed. He couldn't tell who was more
pleased with his decision. "Marvelous, I cannot begin to tell you what a
relief this is. You will be most valuable in the search for the Talisman, and
possibly other relics." Nathaniel exclaimed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I don't
know about that, but I'll try."</span></div>
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<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"No you
don't understand Killian, you are connected with the Talisman. It will be far
easier for you to find it than one of us."</span></div>
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<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Okay, I'll
go with that for now. What do I need to do?"</span></div>
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<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"I want to enroll you in Recruit
training."</span></div>
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<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"What does
that mean?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Oh, my,
you will be trained on everything. You'll learn weaponry, hand to hand combat,
proper realm etiquette, oh, and of course survival skills. The different <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">realms</span> each house their own dangers. I want you
to head down to the fifth floor, it's the training center floor. You need to go
through realm school first."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"What's
realm school?" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"It's just
a small class covering each <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">realm</span>. It
will explain what makes individual realms <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">special</span>—it’s
only a few days, but beneficial. Remember how we mentioned our young members
become Potentials?" Killian nodded. "You are going straight to realm
school and skipping the potential period altogether. In order to find your
relic you <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">will need</i> to be trained as
a recruit."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Nathaniel sat
back in his chair, noticeably tired. He held a small roll of papers in his hand
that he'd pulled from his drawer. "I wish I could give you the opportunity
to visit all the different departments, but you will need skills as a recruit
to find your relic. So, my boy, take these orders down to the fifth floor.
Forgive the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">paper</span>, some things I still
like to do 'old-school'. A least that's what the young people say.” Nathaniel
chuckled. “I will send them your file; the information of your background. When
you arrive, don't head <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">into</span> the recruit
training door, go to the classroom next to it. Your instructors will meet you
there. They will direct you on what to do after you complete the class."
Nathaniel powered up his computer built into the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">fine</span> marble top of his desk. The older man moved in such haste
Killian knew the conversation was over, but he wanted to make them aware of one
thing more.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Sir?"
Nathaniel looked up from his desk. "I...uh...well sometimes odd things
happen with me. I'm wondering if it could <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">be affects</span>
from wearing such a powerful relic for so long?" As he <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">spoke,</span> he had also caught Miller's undivided
attention. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"What kinds
of things Killian?" Miller asked. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He shifted his
eyes between the two older men. "Well, sometimes I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">feel</i> too much. I know it sounds strange, but it's like at times I
can feel what everyone else around me is feeling...it can be overwhelming and
make me feel physically sick." The two men stole a quick glance to one
another. Nathaniel appeared calm, but Miller looked worried. "And...and I
also have had a lot of strange dreams before. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Maybe I'm over thinking it, but it's been
almost like I physically go somewhere, like it's not just a dream. From what
you've described of me being separated from my grandmother as a kid, I'm pretty
sure I've dreamed of her and witnessed the moment I was taken." He didn't
expound that he believed he had also seen her the day he was attacked.
"Does she have red hair?" Miller's eyes widened and nodded slowly. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"It's been
years, but yes Rhetta had cinnamon colored hair." </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Nathaniel
cleared his throat, almost appearing reluctant to speak further about a strange
ability. "Killian, I'd like you to monitor and inform me if you experience
anything strange from here on out, but don't think too much <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">on</span> it. These things are most likely
coincidences and effects from emotional stress in your life. But I assure you
if anything continues, we will follow through with neurological testing and
mental simulations. Now don't worry, and please enjoy your time today with the
instructors. We are so glad to have you with us, my boy." </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He bristled at
the rushed conversation, but nodded and stood, making his way out the brilliant
doors to catch the elevator to the fifth floor.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The training
floor was much colder, with none of the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">charm </span>from
the upper floors. The walls and floor were made of shining steel similar to the
exterior of the building. Small, square windows high on the walls were the only
source of light along the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">cool</span> hallway.
Walking on the smooth steel, Killian saw an unmanned desk nestled against the
back wall in front of a large double door. Approaching the two doors, Killian
could make out the black, bold lettering "Recruit Training" directly
over the doorframe. Off to the side he noted the classroom. Opening the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">door,</span> he saw the room filled with three people
huddled in a circle speaking to one another. When the door creaked <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">open,</span> they all turned to face him. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">One woman had
long black hair and glowing silver eyes. She smiled at Killian revealing faint
lines in the corners of her lips. She must smile a lot. Another woman with
bluish-purple hair tipped red gazed at him. Her eyebrows were completely made
up of gold piercings, along with both nostrils. All the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">eccentric</span> piercings were shadowed by her flame-red lipstick that accentuated
her lips. The third was a pink-cheeked man. He wore a blue bandana on his head
that held his long white hair out of his face. It was easy to figure he had one
instructor from each of the main realms. Although each instructor was dressed
in bland, gray or brown <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">uniforms,</span> each
one had added something to differentiate themselves from the others. The
Cimmerian woman had a dark <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">ebony</span> necklace
filled with sparkling stones around her neck. The Ignisian woman had a colorful,
yet attractive, scarf tied fashionably around her neck, <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">and, of course,</span> the Glacien had a similar sash around his waist
just as ancient Cornelis had worn.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"<span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">Hello,</span> Killian. Nathaniel said you would be
attending realm school this afternoon. We're so pleased to have you join
us," the Cimmerian said. Her voice was whimsical and enchanting, like a
whispered song. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"You guys
get messages quick here," Killian chuckled. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The woman
nodded. "My name is Sasha, as you can see, I am from Cimmerian. This is
Serefina, she is from Ignisia.” The bright haired woman smiled excitedly at him
and waved as she took a few short steps toward him, planting a soft kiss on his
cheek. "And finally, this gentleman is Janus. He comes to us from
Glaciem." The kind faced man smiled at Killian and bent low at the waist.
The customs of the Ponderi were strange, though perhaps each realm had their
own cultural greetings. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Please
have a seat," Sasha said, ushering him with her hand. Killian followed her
direction and found a soft chair in the center of the room.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I suppose
I will begin the lesson. This class is to <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">simply</span>
give you an idea of each distinguishing factor in the three <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">main</span> realms. It will help you if you are a
Custodis to understand what is important and <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">special</span>
about each culture, does that make sense?" </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian shook
his head. “What’s a Custodis?”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The teachers
glanced at one another before Sasha spoke. “Nathaniel didn’t tell you what a
Custodis was?” Killian shook his head. “Strange. Your father was a Custodis.
Killian we assume you were told our society is full of different talents and
jobs right?”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Yes, Nathaniel
briefly mentioned something about young kids being Potentials in different
departments.”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“True,” Janus
said taking over dialogue. His voice was soft and calm, yet carried a brash
Scandinavian accent. “Ve have many areas of employment. To name a few ve have
engineers, medical staff, chefs, analysts and scientists, Bestians, recruits
and finally Custodis recruits. I’m sure you can figure out vat most of zose
departments control, but since you’ll be joining the recruits ve’ll discuss zat
department.”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“The recruits
are in charge of realm defense, and defense of the Praetorium. If there were
ever an unlikely combat situation our recruits would lead us. They are skilled
in many different areas,” Serefina explained.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Nathaniel told
me about weapons and combat training. It seems like a soldier.”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“In a way they
are. But Custodis recruits, those are the realm jumpers.”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian
scrunched his face and got lost in Serefina’s gold facial jewelry.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sasha cleared
her throat. “Custodis are the only recruits that travel through the track
systems to other realms. In your forms here,” she said looking at the rolled
paper, “it seems Nathaniel suspects you may be a Custodis too.”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“They want me to
travel to the other realms?” Killian was flabbergasted. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“If you are
able, not everyone can be a Custodis. Only certain blood types can link with
the track system. If everyone could jump the tracks would eventually use too
much energy and collapse.” Janus said simply. “Does our explanation answer your
question?” Killian nodded slowly, unsure if he understood anything that had
happened in the last twenty-four hours.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Alright,
let's begin." Sasha opened a case and pulled out what looked like a
fluorescent light tube. She pressed a small silver button and immediately the
walls in the room burst into enormous holographic screens. It was as if the
room had formed a bubble around him and every direction was allowing him to
experience a new realm. Killian gawked in awe as he saw two magnificent moons
above him as the ceiling transformed into a brilliant night sky. One burst <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">in</span> ghostly pink light, while the second, <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">smaller</span> moon was a peaceful blue. An earthy
smell filled his nose, the smell of twilight mixed with a fresh breeze.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Cimmerian—or the magic realm—is the last
Monarchy," Sasha began, waving her arms around the impressive screens.
"The Queen's name is Maurelle, and she leads the Cimmerian people today.
She comes from a grand line of <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">wonderful</span>
leaders." Killian saw a stunning woman walk the surrounding, black stone
streets. He could hear the bustle of the busy shops and the queen's steps. She
had flowing ebony hair and floated amongst her people with a regal grace. Every
sparkling diamond sewn into her impressive purple gown glimmered in the
moonlight and reflecting off her pale, flawless skin. She seemed so <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">real,</span> as if she were in the room with him.
Killian locked onto her silver eyes that swirled like brilliant stars. She was
truly one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Of course
it's not necessary for you to know her lineage, only that her father was
Claec."</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian tore his
gaze away from the beautiful queen. "Wait, Claec? The ancient ruler...he
lived like hundreds of years ago, how can his daughter still be alive?"</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sasha smiled.
"Killian not every realm ages the same. Cimmerian's have the longest
lifespan, and we count our years in seasons, three seasons make up one of your
years. We can live for thousands of seasons. Queen Maurelle has been alive for
nearly seven centuries according to Terrenian time." Killian didn't know
how to react; he didn't know if this was even possible. The Queen looked close
to his age, but she was seven-hundred- years-old! Sasha didn't wait for him to
process the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">astronomical</span> age difference,
she continued with her lesson. "Each realm has their own language, but
since the Ponderi's birth most have learned James Thomas's common
language."</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"English?"
Killian verified, understanding why everyone had unique accents. Sasha nodded,
smiling.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"You were
told Claec lost his position as Grand Master and the Ponderi was formed under
his rule, correct?" Killian nodded. Sasha smiled and continued.
"Cimmerian's are a proud people and treasure their magic. I admit
personally it's been hard for me not to summon my abilities. It is ingrained
within us, but it's for the better good we don't. There <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">is</i> <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">danger</span> with magic.
Remember these terms—Summoning, Binding, Extracting." </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The images
surrounding him altered to nothing more than the beautiful <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">Cimmerian</span> sky, glittered with pink, purple,
blue, and white stars.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"These are the three spells Cimmerian's
are experts at. Let me first explain summoning. A Cimmerian has the ability to
summon unprotected artifacts or objects. It is very helpful if you need to find
something and of <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">course,</span> it can make a
person rather lazy." Sasha chuckled as if she were referring to herself.
Killian smiled along with the other instructors. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“What do you
mean unprotected?” He asked.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Well, if
something is hidden by a spell or highly guarded in multiple ways, summoning
would not be able to access the object,” Sasha explained.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Killian thought of the relics. It would make
it much easier if a Cimmerian could <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">simply</span>
summon one of the artifacts, but he was <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">certain</span>
they all were heavily guarded. "Now for this class I've been given
permission to provide an example. I may be a little rusty, so bear with
me." </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sasha focused
hard at one of the desks in the back of the room, with a loud crack the desk
evaporated and reappeared in front of the room on its side. Sasha's lips turned
down into a frown.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Wow!"
Killian was astounded. "That was <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">amazing</span>.
Miller and Nathaniel said there was magic, but I...I never could imagine
something like that." Sasha waved a hand in front of her, blushing at his
praise.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"If I <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">was</span> <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">practicing
regularly</span>, the spell would be silent, I could summon from a different
room, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">and</i> it wouldn't land in an
atrocious way—you get the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">idea,</span>
though." She quickly corrected the desk and continued her lesson. "Do
you have any questions so far about Cimmerian?" Killian shook his head.
"Right. The other two charms are more dangerous and can unintentionally
cause <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">harm,</span> so I won't be demonstrating.
Binding," An image of a Cimmerian appeared in front of him. The person
crouched over another laying on a black tabletop, "is connecting another
ability with your own.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is often
used to keep unique traits within families. For example, as a family member
begins to pass away, the living relative may bind the dying's power with their
own. It adds upon one another. The Royal family is one of the longest in our
history, so Maurelle, in theory, would be the most <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">powerful</span> person in the Hemisphere if she had bound powers to herself
from her family. Binding is not public knowledge, we can only speculate whether
she has bound her loved <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">one's</span> powers to
her or not. A person may also <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">bind</span> their
energy and power to someone who is ill, or requires healing. It can greatly
help someone in a dire state of health. This form of binding takes great skill,
and I would wager Maurelle may be one of the few skilled enough to successfully
do it. Our queen <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">is</i> powerful. We are
blessed to have her—she generously uses her abilities to better Cimmerian and
other realms." The other two instructors nodded their agreement. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"She is
generous," Janus <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">said quietly</span>. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"The last
spell is Extracting," Sasha said as two more Cimmerians seemed to appear
in the room. "This is <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">tricky</span> and
caused a lot of problems during the Terrene Venture. The basic principle is: a
Cimmerian may forcibly extract another's powers, memories, illnesses, or even
their life. It can be performed on any race. During the Terrene <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">Venture</span> this power is what others experimented
with creating harmful, fatal mutations." Killian saw one of the projected
Cimmerians place their hand <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">upon</span> the
chest of the other. A brilliant, white light pierced the screen until the
second collapsed at the feet of the extractor. As the images faded, he imagined
the silver-eyed warriors stepping onto the battlefield. While the opponent
raised their sword, the Cimmerian <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">simply</span>
sucked their life away. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"But of
course," Sasha continued, interrupting his thoughts, "many of these
spells were corrupted during the venture. They are rarely used now." Sasha
seemed sad her <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">beloved</span> abilities had to
be so <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">closely</span> guarded. Killian felt <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">sad</span> for her. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She seemed like she would be someone who would
use them for the benefit of others. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"A few last
Cimmerian points I'll explain. To most, Cimmerian is also named the dark realm.
You see my gorgeous eyes," she teased. Killian smiled, "they are
accustomed to <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">see</span> in dim lighting.
Anything brighter than this room I would have to wear protective glasses. It
would feel as if my eyes were being burned." </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Why is it
so dark?" Killian asked. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Cimmerian
doesn't have <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">a sun</span>. We have two moons
instead, as you see above you." Sasha beckoned to the ceiling as the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">unique</span> <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">moons</span>
appeared again on the invisible screen. "We grow many plants that would
shrivel under sunlight. Emerald Fruit is our most valued crop. It has healing
properties.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">fact,</span> Connor's salve he put on your cuts when you arrived has
Emerald Fruit <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">extract</span>," she said
proudly. "Our largest moon is nicknamed the Pink Giant, or as Cimmerian's
call it, the sharing moon. As I said, Cimmerian is divided into three seasons: <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">light</span> season, harvest, and the dark season. In
Terrene measurements, I've been told you would say each season was four
moths."</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Do you
mean months?" Killian chuckled. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Oh, I
always miss that word." Sasha grimaced. "Anyway, during the dark
season the Pink Giant disappears from the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">Cimmerian</span>
sky and naturally offers more light to the other two main realms. This happens
to fall during <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">their growing seasons</i>.
The extra light from our moon creates healthy crops for Glaciem and Ignisia.
Everything is balanced." She finished.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"If it's so
balanced why did the ancient leaders want to create the Earth...I mean
Terrene?" The three instructors shifted slightly, thinking of how to
answer. Janus spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"There <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">is an</i> ancient balance of the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">realms. However,</span> <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">there were many difficulties negotiating</span> with the realm people.
Many needs were left unaddressed simply because of the distance <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">of</span> the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">realms</span>.
So the idea was to create a place where everyone could live. That is why the
Ponderi, in today’s world, have provided an added balance. They have provided
the solution to <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">ancient</span> problems without
joining Terrene. It is almost like a train system you would have on Terrene.
The Praetorium is the station. Anything that needs <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">addressing</span> is brought to the Praetorium, and sent to the needy realm
by way of the ‘track’, or portals Custodis pass through.” He said making
quotations with his fingers. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I guess that
makes sense,” Killian concluded. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“<span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">Well,</span> I suppose I may begin the Glaciem lesson,
of course unless you have further questions for Sasha?” Janus said motioning to
the Cimmerian. Killian shook his head. “Perfect. Killian, you may liken Glaciem’s
environment to your territory of Alaska, I’m told it is called, but in some
parts it may feel like the territory of<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>your arctic circle.” The holographic room shifted in a cold blast of
air. The earthy smell was replaced with the fresh, salty smell of an ocean.
Killian’s skin prickled against the breeze and he noticed how Serefina closed
her eyes, obviously uncomfortable in the cold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“The glaciers,”
Janus continued, “bring forth fierce winds that are violent and well below
freezing temperatures. If a Terrenian were to step into our coldest canyons
wearing their thickest protective gear, they would freeze to death in moments.”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“How could
anyone survive living there if it gets so cold?” Killian asked staring at Janus’s
wind burned cheeks. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Our bodies have
adapted over time. Our greatest evolutionary aspect is our hot-blood.”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You mean
warm-blood?”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Janus shook his
head slowly. “No, Glaciens are hot-blooded. It helps us maintain regular body
temperatures that other races cannot tolerate.” Killian's eyebrows scrunched
together in disbelief. Janus gave a soft laugh at his expression. “I understand
it is strange to you, but it's true. Even Terrenians have some remnant of
hot-blood. That is why some people on Terrene prefer the colder climates.”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Now, Glaciens
can adapt to any other realm too, except Ignisia,” He said giving Serefina a
quick nod. “Ignisia’s sun is too much for us. We could survive in <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">Cimmerian</span> though we would be blind as bats in
their dark areas, and Terrene, we would find comfortable.” Janus pressed the
button on the tube changing the holograph to an image of a beautiful glacier
dotted forest; Killian could feel the drip of freezing water rolling from the
trees. <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">It was amazing</span>, and so real—but so
impossible all at once. There were bright icy mountains, but they were littered
with tall pines. Below Killian recognized the green sea he’d seen in the
painting in the upper hallway. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I will describe
two points about Glacien culture. We have certain abilities that make us
beneficial during <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">unrest</span>.” As he spoke,
Killian felt himself slouching in his chair. His muscles seemed to relax—<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">this chair is so comfortable</i>, he thought
to himself. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His mind drifted
away from Janus’s soothing voice. Instinctively, he wanted to think about what
made him happy—what brought him peace. The green Glaciem sea filled his mind. It
was calm and the sound of small waves made him feel such serenity. A pair of
emerald eyes <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">were</span> next to him—Mercedes.
In his <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">mind,</span> she sat next to him,
laughing and throwing small shells into the peaceful water.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Killian—Mr.
Thomas," Janus's voice broke through his daydream. "How do you feel
at this moment?"</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian sat up
straight, he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He was mortified to have
dozed off, dreaming about Mercedes, whom he would most likely never see again. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I am so
sorry, sir. I don't know why I dozed so quickly, I—"</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Janus
interrupted Killian with a surprisingly loud laugh. The man's face was red when
he finally caught his breath. "Forgive <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">me,</span>
Mr. Thomas, I haven't put someone into such a relaxed state in such a long
while. I wasn't sure if the demonstration would work. It appears I still have
my touch."</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Demonstration?
What are you talking about?" Killian asked feeling more embarrassed. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Glaciens,
Mr. Thomas, are experts in meditation, relaxation and focus. In stressful
moments, we can actually place people in a relaxed state of mind. Of course, it
takes particular skills to reach that level of mental control. Glaciens who
choose this route, choose it as a profession. They must attend rigorous
training to reach their mastered calm state of mind. Not every personality is
suited <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">for</span> it. I went through the
training as a young adult—it filled five rotations, or years as you call them,
of my life. So that is the equivalent of fifteen years on Terrene."
Killian's mouth dropped at the length of study the man had accomplished.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"You're
like a Zen Master," he said.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I'm afraid
I'm not familiar with that term, but if it means peace and focus, then Zen
Master it is." Janus smiled as the room shifted to the salty waters of the
green sea. Killian felt the spray of waves on his face, each <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">restful</span> swell added to his yearning to travel
to this realm as soon as possible. Janus's voice broke through his relaxation
once more. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Now, the
other point I'd like to focus on is the Glaciem contribution. Glaciem has the
purest resources available in the Hemisphere. We provide healthy nutrition for
all varieties of plants; we work with all manner of animal life as well. In
simple terms, Glaciens provide the seeds for all realms. Even Emerald Fruit
seedlings are washed and tended in Glaciem before being transported to
Cimmerian. Our blue pebbles are sent to each <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">realm</span>
to place into their bodies of water. The <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">pebbles</span>
provide a cleansing reaction ensuring all water is fresh and pure for other
races to drink." Janus scooped his hand into the green water and scooped
up several holographic translucent blue stones. Though Killian knew they
weren’t really in his <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">hand,</span> they
glimmered like sapphires against the water.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"But how
can your realm be compatible with the other realms?" Killian asked. Janus
appeared confused by the question. "I mean, wouldn't Emerald Fruit only
grow in Cimmerian? Wouldn't your pebble things melt in Ignisia if it's so
hot?"</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"We don't
grow the plants, we <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">prepare </i>the
seedlings. Glaciens have a way with plants, we focus the seedlings on their
purpose so they provide suitable crops. We cleanse and protect the new seeds
from <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">infection</span> or poisons in the soils.
And yes, actually our blue pebbles do melt in Ignisia. But when they dissolve
they release the minerals needed to cleanse the dust and sand from the water.
It also gives Ignisia's water the most stunning blue color you've ever
seen." Janus finished proudly. "Any other questions before I turn the
time over to Serefina? Main take away points: Glaciem is the soul <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">behind</span> life in the realms, and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">we are </i>Zen Creatures." Killian
laughed as Janus finished.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Zen
Masters." Janus shrugged and chuckled before moving aside for Serefina to
step forward. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Killian
Thomas!” she shouted excitedly, “I am thrilled to teach you about my
realm!" The cold was instantly replaced by a dry, dessert heat. Killian
began feeling uncomfortable as each minute passed. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I gather
that," Killian said as Serefina brought her nose to almost touching his.
She beamed at him.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Ignisia is
a powerful, <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">proud</span> realm. We have provided
light and heat since the Hemisphere’s beginning. Though Ignisian’s can’t calm
or practice magic, we are skilled fighters." The walls filled with lines
of eccentric, colorful people shooting metal bows, clashing swords, and
throwing spears. "Our strength has made us masters of <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">battle</span> for millennia.” Serefina pulled out two
shimmering gold daggers from a thin leather belt around her waist. Killian
hadn’t even noticed the weapons during the entire class. Serefina suddenly spun
in a furious circle, spinning several times, before releasing the brilliant
weapons with a ferocious cry. The daggers sliced through the air at an amazing
speed, before slamming with such force into two leather squares tacked on the
wall, Killian heard the ding of the gold hitting the steel behind the patches. He
let out a long whistle at the impressive marksmanship. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“As I said,
Ignisians are a proud people Killian,” she continued. “We pride ourselves on
our ancient tribal bonds. We have one tribal leader for the entire realm. Young
Ignisians are schooled on battle strategies and fighting techniques before they
utter their first word.” Serefina smiled at Killian’s stunned expression.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Yes, Killian
it’s true. We are fierce warriors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Neighboring
realms avoid conflict with Ignisians <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">at
all cost</i>.”</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Ignisians are
also very humble if you can’t tell,” Sasha teased. Serefina laughed.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Ah, Sasha you
only tease because I have conquered you on the training field for ninety
seasons—three decades in Terrenian time Killian.” Serefina smiled while Sasha
scoffed in the corner. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“One main point
to remember about Ignisia is: the realm becomes uncomfortably warm to most
other races." The images shifted on the holographic walls to a beautiful
dessert dotted with brilliant blue ponds as Janus had promised. Killian could
smell fabulous scents from dessert flowers and <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">watched</span>
as a small blue lizard -like creature with two heads and large black eyes,
padded near his face on the wall.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"The realm is made from fine ruby sands
with beautiful oasis’, but it is a vast desert. Ignisian’s have adapted and
live quite comfortably. We are masters of heat and <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">are responsible for</span> the development of each realm’s sun, or moons
in Cimmerian’s case. We’ve helped shape the light so their <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">realms</span> flourish. If there is ever a problem
with their fires, <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">suns</span> or any light or
heat source, Ignisians can tolerate the extreme temperatures to repair the
issues."</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Light is our
life, Killian. We dress brightly to honor our source of existence— fire, light
and heat are beautiful and sacred to Ignisians. Without our expertise and
services the other realms would fall into cold and darkness—<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">the hemisphere would ultimately die</i>.”
Serefina finished with such fervor Killian pulled back from her intense flaming
eyes. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Well, I suppose
that’s a good reason to have some pride,” Killian teased. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I
wholeheartedly agree,” Serefina said. Her bright smile caused all her piercings
to glimmer in the overhead lighting—the gold jewelry cast a gilded hue over her
tan skin. Killian stared at each instructor. They were all so different, yet he
could see how they each made such valuable contributions. The more he observed
the different races, the more he saw traces of evidence on Earth that each
realm had once been a part of its creation. It felt like, for the first time, things
were beginning to make sense.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"So just so
I'm on the same page," he began, "Cimmerian is magic, dark, shares
their moon, and grows healing plants?" Sasha smiled and nodded.
"Glaciem is full of peace and Zen, and they purify all the plant and water
sources so things can grow and people have fresh water?"</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Correct,"
Janus answered.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Ignisia is
a dessert, that has <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">an awesome</span> control
over light and heat. <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">You guys</span> build suns
and are unbeatable fighters." Serfina bobbed her head up and down, causing
her jewelry to clang together. Her excitement was bubbling over making Killian
chuckle.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Killian, the
purpose of this course is to teach that each realm is crucial to the balance of
the Hemisphere. We contribute in our own unique ways and for centuries, with
the Ponderi’s help, have found peace with our roles,” Sasha said, repackaging
the light bar and the walls instantly faded from the beautiful dessert to the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">boring</span> steel walls. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“What about the
issue <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">with</span> Earth…I mean Terrene? What
will happen to the realms if Terrene is destroyed by the relics?” Killian asked
softly.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The instructors
glanced at each other for a moment before Janus spoke. “It is a real
problem—that is true. Since Terrene is still a part of the Hemisphere, if the
worst should happen, we don't know how it would affect the rest of us. You will
learn more in training, but our Custodis recruits, realm jumpers, are valuable
in assisting us to resolve that issue. Killian, if you are anything like your
relatives I believe you will be a valuable recruit.” Sasha and Serefina nodded
in agreement with Janus. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">wish I could</i> learn more about my
relatives,” he said sarcastically.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“All in good
time Killian. You will have many of your questions answered here in the
Praetorium.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“That’s what
they keep telling me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Serefina stepped
to the steel door leading out of the classroom. “Killian, it’s time for our
midday <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">meal.</span>” She informed him as she
headed <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">toward</span> the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">door</span>. "If you are hungry take the elevator to the third floor.
The entire floor is the dining area, we’re sure you’ll find something you enjoy
eating.” She smiled.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian nodded,
suddenly focusing on his wrenching stomach. He couldn’t remember the last time
he’d eaten. Because of oversleeping that morning, he’d missed breakfast, and
last night after he’d arrived he hadn’t even thought to eat. He thanked each
instructor. He was surprised to find how fascinated he was during each brief
lesson. The realms were mysterious and, in his opinion, each one was magical in
their own way. After the first realm school <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">lesson</span>
he admitted traveling to the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">realms</span>
sounded thrilling. He mentally stored a reminder to ask the instructors how you
learned if you were one of the Custodis recruits; the realm jumpers. He left
the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">cool</span> classroom with the <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">strange</span> hope that soon he’d be visiting each
one of the mystic realms. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Killian! <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">Finally,</span> I found you!” A familiar voice shook
him from his thoughts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Blake was running
toward him waving. His dirty blond hair was shorter, revealing the two-moon
tattoo even more on his neck. Killian’s eyes widened. Blake was wearing two
gold rings in each ear. He’d never seen earrings on him before. Forgetting
about the added accessories he smiled widely at his friend.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Blake! Man, I
feel like I haven’t seen you in forever, where have you been? You bring me to
this crazy place then disappear,” Killian teased, but also had a hint of
seriousness. </span></div>
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<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Sorry. I was
told to leave you to Miller and Nathaniel for a few days. I wanted to be there
the whole time, thinking that seeing a familiar face would help, but they said
they needed to help orient you.”</span></div>
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<div style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Well you were right,
it would’ve been nice.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I know, I'm sorry. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I've been dying to see how you've been
adjusting, but your here now. I'm starving and I'm ready to hear everything
you've been told. So, I’m heading up for the midday meal, let’s go. You’re
going to freak when you see the dining hall. No more prison food for <span style="mso-no-proof: yes;">you my</span> friend.” </span></div>
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his hand against the steel wall to signal the elevator. He was obviously
brimming with excitement at what Killian was going to experience.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The
Two Master's Tale<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Killian
Thomas! I cannot express how <i>thrilled,</i>
just <i>thrilled</i> we are to see you
here...and safely I might add." The man chuckled cheerfully. "We've
been looking forward to speaking with you for so long. My how you have grown."
The man seemed so excited he could scarcely contain himself as he fussed over Killian.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He helped Killian
sit in a small wooden chair. He swiftly clamored to an enormous wooden desk,
the top of which was covered in the same beautiful marble as the hallway. He
propped one thin knobby hip onto the corner of the remarkable desk, then simply
beamed across the room at Killian from atop the perch. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian met his
gaze for a moment. The man was incredibly dressed in an expensive- looking
burgundy vest, perfectly tailored for his
shape. He wore a crisp white button down shirt that boasted a pair of cufflinks
neatly shaped in the form of two stars. His black shoes were polished and reflected
the bright sunlight that had filled the magnificent room as it lowered into the
greenish-purple sky. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Behind the desk
and the enthusiastic man, an enormous glass window allowed the incredible
sunset to pour in across the carpeted floor. As Killian marveled at the room, a
large red office chair that was placed behind
the desk, swiveled around toward him. A man with a short, perfectly trimmed
black beard smiled at him. He looked familiar to Killian, but he knew he had
never met someone before who dressed so fine. He had dressed in a similar style
to his counterpart, albeit his vest and shirt were a smooth black, matching his
beard. The few streaks of gray in his short, dark hair stood out against the darkness
of his attire and added to his sophistication. He looked younger than the first
man, but his face showed signs of age and stress.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Killian!
Welcome, we are sure you have many questions for us," the man said in a
formal tone. Killian slowly nodded, glancing back and forth between the two
men. "Perhaps we should begin by telling you who we are, and I think you
will be most interested in learning how
important <i>you</i> are to...well all of us."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Killian,
you don't recognize us, but <i>we</i> have
known you since your infancy. We have kept you under watchful eye. I am Miller and this is Nathaniel." The man with
the mustache pointed, first to himself than to the second dark-haired man.
"Nathaniel is the Director, I am the Regent, or second in command here. We
knew we would see you once again, but we had no idea when. We're sorry for the
unfortunate circumstances that brought you here." Miller finished, rubbing
his fingers over his mustache.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian shifted
his eyes between the two men. He was unnerved that people had been somehow watching
him his entire life. Shifting his
thoughts, he had many questions for these strange men. Nothing made any sense
to him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"First,
we'd like to let you know your prison sentence has been eradicated,"
Miller said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"What?"
Killian choked out. "What do you mean eradicated?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"It's done.
You're not a fugitive. In fact, the prisons have no record of you ever
being there. Weren't you concerned there may be a warrant from your abrupt escape from your work crew?" Miller
raised his eyebrows. Killian's face blushed. So much had happened and Brooks' work crew was
the furthest thing from his mind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Honestly,
I hadn't even thought about it. I'm not sure how you could dissolve my charges
and sentence, though."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Ah, well
perhaps over time we may show you many unique aspects we house here in the
Praetorium," dark-haired Nathaniel said. "Now, do you have any
pressing questions you need answered?"
He smiled kindly at Killian from his handsome chair. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Where are we?”
he asked with a sigh. Exhaustion from the stressful experience was beginning to
seep through his body. All he wanted was truthful, straight answers and a place
to sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Nathaniel stood
and held a small silver rod toward the grand window. Immediately the brilliant
glass dimmed to a tinted black. “Killian, your earth, or Terrene as we call it
is not alone in the universe." Nathaniel began tracing the rod in the air.
As he moved his hand shapes and symbols formed on the tinted window. He pointed
to one large circle in the center. "The Praetorium is nestled directly in
the center of all realms. It’s not part of any realm,
but forms the balance between them. It is a neutral ground, so basically we are
in a limbo,” he explained. “In fact you can liken it to the Sun you see on
Terrene, just like your planets, the four realms orbit around the Praetorium.”
Nathaniel drew four lines from the Praetorium circle to four smaller circles.
He labeled them strange names before pocketing the small rod and turning toward
Killian. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Who are you?” he
finally asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"The
Ponderi is an organization that maintains order, upholds the laws of Cimmerian,
Glaciem, Ignisia and Terrene. The realms. We defend the safety, cultures and
freedoms of all the races. There are millions of people throughout the Hemisphere
you don't know about."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"You keep
saying Hemisphere? I thought this was called the Praetorium."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"The
Hemisphere is the grand universe each realm, including the Praetorium limbo, is
in. Each realm has their own small solar system, but the Hemisphere encompasses
everything."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian didn't
respond. His head was spinning. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Our
society is very similar to what you were raised in. People who live in the
Praetorium with us have employment according to their different skills. Our
children attend school much like the ones you attended until they are eight,
from then on they become Potentials in departments throughout the Praetorium.
Potentials will be trained and taught in various talents." Nathaniel
smiled kindly at him, bringing Killian to the realization he was subconsciously
shaking his head in disbelief. "Killian, you will find that things you once
thought fantasy are in fact real." Nathaniel looked at him, his eyes
blazing with truth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian stared
at the greenish orb through the magnificent window that had lost the tinted
color. He wondered to himself why the sun was so strange, if it even was a sun.
After several silent moments he pushed the irrelevant thought aside and mustered
up the nerve to ask the question plaguing his mind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"You said
you've known me since I was young, so you must know my family. Who are they...<i>where</i> are they?" Killian asked,
looking away from Miller and back to Nathaniel. Nathaniel leaned back into the
padded red chair and crossed his leg over his knee. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Killian, I
wonder if our tale may be better received if you could <i>see </i>what we are about to tell you."
He said it in a way that hinted he knew something Killian didn't. He promptly
stood from the chair and made three long strides to a small end table placed
cozily next to an overstuffed sofa. From the drawer, Nathaniel retrieved a
small, brown vile with a thick, clear liquid swirling inside. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> "What do you mean see?" Killian questioned as Nathaniel brought the small vile toward him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Killian,
the Ponderi have always been masters of design," Nathaniel said proudly.
"We have many amazing, and useful tools available to us. This is one of
them." Holding the vile out for Killian to see, he sat on a small stool
Miller had pulled next to Killian's chair. "This particular tool is called
Supraserum. It is a serum designed to share information across realms and
councils. You can imagine that passing information across such distances can, at times, blur the message. This beautiful serum
allows the message receiver to see the tale that is being recited to them. This
way nothing is left out."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"This will
allow you to see the events that we have seen,
people we have encountered, and tales we have been told. It's lovely and so
advanced in its technology. With the serum
you may look upon events that you may not have been able to remember otherwise."
Miller chimed in, giving Killian a melancholy glance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I don't
understand how that's possible. I can see things from the past?" Killian
asked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Yes. The
serum connects with the neurotransmitters of the story teller," Nathaniel
said pointing to himself, "then it connects to the one listening. The
information will play out right before your eyes like a video. There is a great history before our time that is
valuable to helping you understand our world." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Would you
like to give it a go?" Miller asked, excitedly. Killian shrugged, then
giving a nod of consent, he turned to speak to Nathaniel. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Is this
like time travel?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Oh my dear
boy, not at all," Nathaniel chuckled, a light European accent coming
through his voice. "You will not leave this room. Perhaps you will
understand as we begin." Nathaniel silenced any further questions from Killian.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He watched as Nathaniel unscrewed the top of
the vile. The lid revealed a dropper that was coated in the liquid. First,
Nathaniel tilted his own head back, holding the dropper over his eye. He gave
it a slight shake causing several drops of the serum to fall. He blinked
several times while the thick serum
spread over the surface of his eye. Satisfied the serum was adequately coated,
he turned toward Killian.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Nathaniel tilted Killian's forehead back and
held the sticky tube over his eye. He shook the small dropper causing a cascade
of falling drops to gush in. He repeated the same steps in the other eye before
twisting the top back onto the vile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The serum was not a pleasant feeling. It crept
from uncomfortable warmth to a frigid frost coating his eyes. His brain hurt
from the chilly temperature and it seemed to be seeping into the crevices of
his mind. After several moments, the thick potion absorbed into his eyes and
the discomfort subsided. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"You will
know that what we say is true," Nathaniel stated. "This serum was
designed with a defense mechanism to distinguish liars and traitors among us.
If the images dim and fade, you can be certain the tale being told is untrue. Are you
ready?" Killian nodded, looking at the faces of the two men. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"First I
would like to tell you of the four realms
and the beginning days of the Ponderi." Killian saw Nathaniel in front of him, but was astonished to see in the corner of
the room other images coming into focus. Before him he saw a group of men,
dressed in old fashioned clothing—some were dressed in very strange clothing—standing
in line in front of a pale man. The man
had long black hair, with shimmering silver streaks throughout. His hair was
pulled back tightly in a low ponytail. His eyes were like nothing Killian
had ever seen. They gleamed in a shocking silver color, almost glowing in their
paleness. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The walls of the
office seemed to fade into the background, and Killian found himself completely
immersed in the scene where the
mysterious people were. The group of men stood on bright green grass, fresh after a rainstorm. The atmosphere was
cloudy and damp and Killian could feel the chill in the air as if he were with
the men. The circle of huddled men was surrounded with large structural stones
placed strategically in a circle. The stones were thick and rectangular; some
were bridged together by other large stones. Sitting on a pile of throne-like
boulders, the silver-eyed man glared out among the crowd.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Wait...isn't
that...what is it called...in England?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Nathaniel
nodded. "You'll learn the Stonehenge structure served a great purpose for
the realms— watch." He directed Killian's attention back to the ghostly
images in the room. The unique silver
eyes glared at the men in front of him menacingly as one man stepped forward to
address him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Terrene is
the youngest realm. This story takes place when the other three realms were
under the rule of a Grand Master named Claec. He was from Cimmerian, a mystical
land full of magic. They live in shadows and darkness, but it is a land of
beauty and is very valuable to the
balance of our world. You’ll learn the specifics of each realm at a later date.
The man with silver eyes is Claec." Nathaniel explained obviously
connecting to Killian's visual experience. "Thousands of years ago, the
realm people desired to create one realm
where they could live in a united group. Ancient leaders in Cimmerian developed
the idea of a realm with all different climates for each unique person to live."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The people
called it the Terrene Venture. They wanted a unified community where resources
were available to all, without traveling through three different solar systems
to address problems. Cimmerian was placed at the helm of the project. It was their leader's suggestion, but also
they were the only ones with the magical abilities to begin the world
formation."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Magic,
different realms? Seriously, it sounds like I've stepped into the Twilight
Zone," Killian said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Nathaniel
chuckled. "In a way you have, my boy. At this moment you are seeing, the
Terrene Venture was almost complete, the only step that remained was to merge
Terrene into the Hemisphere. For several years prior to this setting, however,
there had been corruption."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> As we've explained, Cimmerians are magical. They
are strong in their spells so naturally they were the leaders. But it went to
the extreme. Claec had placed Cimmerians
above everyone and kept valuable
resources from the other people. Other races besides Cimmerians lived in
squalor during the final years of the venture."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The people were
afraid to question Cimmerian authority, though there had been challengers. A
rumor had formed—a man from the realm of Glaciem had developed a formula to
create a power that could rival the magic of Cimmerians. He used science to
battle magic."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Well, what
happened?" Killian asked after Nathaniel paused.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"From what
we know, the formula was successful...for a while. The man disappeared, but the
damage was done. His successful formula convinced people from other realms that
magic had become a means to enslave the people to the will of the Cimmerians.
They also had been given a way to combat the rule of Cimmerian magic—by using science and their own designs. So of
course, there were contentions that were quickly becoming violent.” Killian
watched as the projected images ignited into vicious
altercations, each unique race against another. The smell of the room had a
dingy metallic smell of fresh blood. “James Thomas, founder of the Ponderi, introduced the idea that the realms were
designed to govern themselves and their own people, and together the realms would work to bring balance to the
Hemisphere. They would each add value through their own governments,"
Miller said smiling at Killian's furrowed brow. "Due to the uprisings,
Thomas was suggesting returning the realms to their original systems, but also
to create a society to be the mediator between
the realms. He hoped the mediating society would extinguish previous problems
with distribution and help meet the needs of all the people." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Wait, James <i>Thomas</i>?” Killian asked. Miller smiled and nodded confirming the
relation of their last names. “Connor mentioned the Thomas family founded the
Ponderi.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“It’s true. Now,
at this great council meeting with the
people on the Terrene Venture, James Thomas provided testimony from realm
leaders from Ignisia, Glaciem, even Cimmerian.” Killian observed as the three
projections floated mysteriously in front of him. One was a burly, tanned man
with vibrant orange hair and a matching beard. He was bare chested and looked
angry. A peaceful looking man stood next to him with billowing white hair, but
a young face. His long white robes looked angelic with a brilliant blue and
gold sash fastening them around his body. The third man had long black hair and
fascinating silver eyes, just like the leader, Claec. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Killian the man
you see with the orange hair was chief of Ignisia. The man in the white robe is
Emperor of Glaciem. Both testified of Claec’s greed. They explained no
resources were being sent to the people remaining on Glaciem and Ignisia
preparing to move to Terrene. Their people were dying because Claec was sending all resources to Cimmerian. Claec was
turning into a dictator; he was going against everything the Terrene Venture
stood for, unity and peace.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“What about the
silver-eyed man, he looks like Claec.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Ah, yes. He is
most important to our story. You may
recognize his name, Merlin of Cimmerian.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Merlin?
You don't expect me to believe he's the wizard from the King Arthur legends do
you?" he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"The one
and the same! After this council meeting, he fled the Venture for his life for
betraying Claec." Nathaniel smiled.
“The legends of Merlin come from reports of his oddities during the
venture. He was a powerful Cimmerian. He
performed works people on Terrene had never witnessed before. He is the
foundation for all Terrene's ideas and legends of magic.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian rolled
his eyes. This was beginning to drift between absurd and delusional. He watched
Merlin square his shoulders and face Claec. Behind the image of Claec, a dark
man seethed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You see Claec’s
brother now, Rowan. He is the one behind him,” Nathaniel continued. “Merlin was
the master of distributions on the venture. He was in charge of seeing that all
the resources were distributed to the distant realms for all the people."
The image of Merlin bowed low to the two Cimmerian
leaders. Killian could see his pleading eyes as he silently spoke to the men.
He wished the Serum allowed him to actually hear what was said. "His testimony sealed the destruction of
the venture. He told the people how Rowan and Claec had altered the amount of
resources, especially materials to build weapons and food, to the different
realms, and how everything was sent to Cimmerian.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Around him,
Killian saw the images of the crowd huddled in the boulders of Stonehenge rise
into an uproar. It seemed to be an impressive
conflict, with no one knowing what to do. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“The testimony
of Merlin was a great betrayal to Rowan and Claec. He was threatened and had to
go into hiding from the brothers,” Nathaniel said. “The Terrene Venture was
abolished after this council; Claec was
overthrown.” As he finished the tale, the
projected images disappeared as well as the film over his eyes from the serum.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“What happened
then? How do people still live on Earth…or Terrene…or whatever?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Stonehenge was
the gateway. As I said, the landmark is more than meets the eye. The gateway
was where people from the distant realms traveled to help build the new realm, as well as passing resources back to
the other three main realms. When the Venture was abandoned, the gateway sealed
itself, trapping the remaining people on unfinished Terrene. These people lived
and populated the realm, forming their own histories to the formation of their
world. As time passed the truth blurred, since Terrene is not fully joined into
the Hemisphere, knowledge of other realms faded from their memories. Limited
amounts of people on Terrene truly know
of the other realms existence. Earth is
diverse because of the different races mixing together.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Killian,” Miller chimed in, “three groups
evolved from the end of the venture, the Ponderi, the Deshuits, and the
Trinity. You know <i>we</i> are the Ponderi,
the creation of your ancestor. Deshuits are rebels, people who run wild
throughout the Hemisphere believing no one should belong to any realm. They
fight against us with extreme violence.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Why do they fight you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“They believe we rule the realms and
force the different races to never be truly free,
when in reality we are simply a mediation
group. We help realms work through issues
as well as provide the track system for resources to pass fairly to the realms. We also protect people
from threats. I suppose you could name us the guardians of the realms.” Miller smiled. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Well, if that is true, why haven’t you
tried to form a truce with them and explain your reasons?” Killian asked
skeptically. He didn't know these two men. For all he knew the Deshuit group
could be right, maybe the Ponderi did try to rule the realms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“We have tried for centuries. The
Deshuits aren’t easy to speak with. Many
Ponderi recruits have been lost to their violence. For the sake of our members now, we try to avoid them,” Nathaniel answered.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Okay, well what about the third group?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Yes, the Trinity. This is why <i>you are</i> of great importance my boy,”
Nathaniel said. “The Trinity is a brotherhood that despises what the venture
did to the realms. They feel the venture
divided a people that wished to be unified, and they hate Terrene still. They are
hunters of certain artifacts that will be able to once and for all destroy
Terrene. Killian, they want to obliterate
the entire realm. Billions of people will fall from existence if they have
their way.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“How could they even have the power to
do this and what does it have to do with me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Merlin has much to do with this. The
Venture created unbalanced power. People
had learned it was possible to create abnormal abilities like the rogue Glacien man.
This created awful conflicts and power struggles. Merlin, being highly skilled in his magic,
created a relic individual to each realm so the races would each be able to have
a weapon with equal power. They were to be used as defense against those
seeking to dominate the Hemisphere. Each relic is infused with unique, strong
forces specialized to every realm. But the downside to having such powerful
relics is if they are ever joined together, they could obliterate worlds,
races...anything! The owner of all four relics would be unstoppable." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"So I'm assuming this Trinity
society is after these relics then they will used them against Ear...I mean
Terrene, right?" Nathaniel nodded. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Which is why we brought you
here...your family was tasked with guarding the Cimmerian relic."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian's eyes widened. "What? I
don't know what that means?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Your parents, Killian, were
appointed relic guardians." Nathaniel bit his lip as he paused and Miller
looked at the ground. Killian's heart beat in his chest. He wasn't sure he was
ready to hear what Nathaniel was going to tell him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"You parents surprised us by asking
for permission to bequeath the relic to you temporarily. They assured us it was
temporary. The relic could only have been passed to you from your father. The
relics can only be passed down a line, never up or to a different family. Even
for temporary guardianship. You were the only choice. Temporary guardianship can
be awarded and returned back to the original guardian if there is an
emergency."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> We felt assured your parents had good reason or they wouldn't have asked, so we
authorized the temporary guardianship—you were only two-years-old."
Nathaniel paused allowing Killian time to absorb the information.
"Killian, a week later...your...parents were killed. It appeared to be an
accident, but we aren't sure since they had passed on the guardianship. It
seemed strange after the guardianship transfer, they were killed so quickly.
Your mother was a brilliant analyst and scientist, and one of the electrical
lines in her lab caught fire and both your parents..." He looked away from
Killian's disappointed eyes.
"Anyway, I'm sorry to tell you this story, but you have to know about the
relic. It was stolen from you recently."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian gasped and instinctively grabbed
his neck. "My necklace...with...with the gold charm on it?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Miller nodded and picked up where
Nathaniel left off. "Yes, that charm was the Cimmerian relic. It was bonded to you, which is why you never
wanted to part with it...am I right?" Killian gave a quick nod. "When
it was stolen, it gave us reason to believe the Trinity had found you and taken
the relic. The attack from the wolves sealed this in our minds. They want you
out of the picture, most likely to destroy the Thomas bloodline."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"You say I have grandparents, then
where are they. And if the relic was so important, why did you send me away?
Wouldn't I have been safer here?" Killian frantically replied. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Miller and Nathaniel glanced carefully
at one another. "Killian, several weeks after your parents died, your
grandfather passed as well,” Miller explained in a somber whisper. “You have a
grandmother, your father's mother, named Rhetta. Rhetta panicked and fled with
you. She believed it would keep you safer. It took us nearly three years to
find you both, but with such a valuable relic, we couldn't let you be lost to
us in the Hemisphere. Rhetta spoke with us. She believed her identity had been
compromised. She also made valid points about not knowing who to trust at the
Praetorium, so we all decided you would be safer on Terrene without her, under
watchful eyes. When we learned from Blake the relic was stolen, we were
preparing to extract you anyway. Then you were attacked; you were no longer
safe there either."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian closed his eyes and dropped his
head in his hands. "So you sent me away as a little boy from the only
family I had left." Slowly he lifted his head and glared at the two men. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Killian, please. The Trinity is a <i>secret society</i>. It was difficult to
determine who to trust at the time. We promised Rhetta we would never lose
sight of you—"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"You watched how I grew up
then," he interrupted, his voice dripping with bitterness. "You saw
how miserable I was, but when it benefits <i>you</i>,
that is when you bring me here." Killian felt the same pin-pricks along
the back of his neck and scalp. “Everyone here seems to have an ulterior
motive. That’s why you brought me here isn’t it? You need help finding the
charm?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Yes, my boy," Nathaniel
answered in a firm, truthful declaration. "We hated learning you were
mistreated, and perhaps we should have handled things differently looking back,
but we can't go back. And now there is a greater cause. We must find the
relic—Terrene depends on it."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Killian, try to understand. We
thought you would be safer on Terrene, but we were wrong," Miller said
with emotion. "Now, you may be the most qualified to help us retrieve the
relic since, as its guardian, <i>it is</i> bonded with you. You may be able
to sense it along the way." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A long silence ensued—Killian felt awkward as Nathaniel and Miller gazed at him,
waiting for his answer. Finally after several minutes he spoke. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I will have to think about it.
Everything I know is back home. I have to be honest, I don't know if I care to
involve myself in this fight. I don't mean to add to your guilt, but if I'd
been aware of the significance of the charm, maybe I would have cared for it
more. I was the one who was in the dark, it's not on my shoulders." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The two men both dropped their heads.
Nathaniel nodded slightly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"We understand my boy. Take the
night and think it over. You can come to
us tomorrow with your decision." He turned to his desk and pressed a small
white button. "Connor will take you to the room we've arranged for
you." He sat down and pulled out a small blue tablet and began working on
it. Killian gave a curt nod and turned toward the door. He could see the severe
disappointment in the men’s countenances, but he didn't believe he could help
them find these relics. Killian opened the grand door and made his way to the
hall. Instantly, the elevator doors slid open with Connor smiling at him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Ready to head to your room?"
he asked cheerily.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Sure."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The ride down was silent for only a
moment before Connor began jabbering to Killian. "You are really going to
fit in great here, Killian, I have a feeling. The food is to die for and there are
so many things to learn and do...trust me it isn't all work, work, work. We
have an entire outer arena dedicated to
amusement—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I don't think I'm staying,"
Killian said abruptly. Connor stopped mid breath and scrunched his eyebrows.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"What do you mean? Did they explain
to you the significance of your charm?" Connor stepped out into a
magnificent carpeted hallway, keeping his bewildered expression on his face.
Killian followed and stayed shoulder to shoulder with Connor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"They explained everything — how my
parents were the guardians, how they died, how I was thrown into a world with no family! I know you think I can
help, but I can't. There isn't really enough reason to stay. You guys have
dealt with the realms for a long time now. I'm sure you'll manage just fine
without me." They both stopped at a fine, ornately carved door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Killian,
would you mind placing your hand on the door?
Please hold it for about ten seconds or so." Connor directed in a flat
voice, ignoring his excuse. As Killian held his hand against the wood, Connor
typed something into a small tablet he carried in his pocket. The screen was a deep blue translucent color that flashed red
fingerprint shapes every few seconds. Finally,
the device beeped. "Thank you. That should do it," Connor said as
Killian lowered his hand."No one will have access to your room but you.
Just make sure you place your hand against the door and it will open. Well, I
hope you will enjoy your room. We pride ourselves in making sure all members
are provided the highest quality comforts." Killian nodded his
understanding. Killian felt at ease with Connor, though he knew by his
expression he was disappointed. Connor stepped back as Killian opened his door.
He didn't turn to leave, he just stood looking
thoughtful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Well thanks, Connor, for everything," he said, slowly closing the
door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Wait Killian." Connor
shuffled his feet a bit before stepping to
the doorway. "You have to stay. There are a few things I think you should
know...you can't tell anyone I told you
though, understand?" Killian was taken aback by the sharp tone in his voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I understand."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Your parents...I was a certified
potential, or an intern as you would say on Terrene, in the labs when they were
here...I remember them, especially your mother. I...well, I don't think a fire
would have taken them out. They were special
recruits. They went on the most dangerous missions you can imagine trying to
bring down the Trinity."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"What are you saying?"Killian
asked, feeling his blood pressure rise. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I don't want to give you false
hope. They may be gone, but we never saw their bodies. I just find it odd they
passed ownership to you right before they died, almost as if they knew they
were going to leave." Killian held his breath remembering Nathaniel’s
insinuation the timing of their death seemed strange too. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Killian," Connor continued,
"if you help us find Merlin's talisman, your relic, we might be able to
find out what happened to your parents. I have a feeling the people who stole
the relic are involved in the disappearance of your mom and dad."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Why do you think that? They died
here, right? The accident was here. So how could the Trinity be involved."
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Connor continued to gnaw on his lip.
"That's why we need your help. No one, I mean no one except some Ponderi
members and your grandmother knew where you were on Terrene, <i>no one</i> but the Ponderi knew about your
relic before it was stolen and you were almost killed." Connor hesitated
and shifted his eyes up and down the empty hall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Connor," Killian whispered,
"are you thinking there is a member
of the Trinity in the Ponderi?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Connor shrugged. "How else would
they know where to send the wolves and what the relic looked like? I think
since your parent’s accident was here, if there is still a spy; if you help us find
the relic, you'll get answers to what happened to your family. There's more
Killian. Your mother was working on something...something big. When you were given
the talisman, my instructor had the opportunity to assist in the transfer of
guardianship. He said there was something different about the charm, something
more powerful. He even brought in a second opinion from Cimmerian. The woman
was a supposed expert on the relics and she agreed with my instructor."
Connor paused, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You've had strange dreams and have
experienced anomalies in your emotions, true?" Killian was breathless but nodded. "Well, if something
was odd about the charm and it affected you, I'd say there is another mystery
that needs to be solved too."
Killian leaned against the wall, his mind was whirling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Can I still take tonight and
process this?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Of course, just think hard Killian. If you go back to Terrene without
Ponderi protection, how long do you think it'll be before the Trinity finds
you? The way they go about stealing relics
is destroying the bloodline of every guardian family. You're the last Thomas,
so even if there is a spy, you are probably safer here where you can learn to
defend yourself." Connor turned and began walking away. "Sleep well
Killian, I promise you'll be safe in the room." He smiled and headed for
the wall, leaving Killian alone to his thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">After a long while, Killian turned into the grand room he'd been assigned. It
was immaculate, with a towering cherry-wood
dresser with at least a dozen empty drawers. The closet next to the bed was as
big as his dingy cell had been. It had
more space to hang clothing than a department store. Killian didn't know what
they expected. He had about two shirts and two pairs of pants to his name and
they weren’t even with him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He saw a
bathroom next to the massive closet. Inside was a beautiful old-fashioned tub
that looked like a small swimming pool to him. The shower was magnificent with
glamorous hand cut tile mosaics covering the floor and walls. Killian turned
the bronze handle and watched as sprays of warm water flowed from every
direction as well as waterfall spouts pouring in along the bottom, making sure
his feet would constantly be covered in water. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian smiled
thinking he could definitely get used to this way of living. Before leaving the
bathroom, he glanced at his reflection in
a gilded mirror. His tanned skin was scratched and torn from his fall down the
ravine. The reddish-brown whiskers looked thick on his chin, and irritated his face. The brown color in his short,
military style haircut looked darker from the dirt and debris coating his
scalp. Warden Brooks had insisted on clean cuts, so his once thick head of hair
was cut down to the bare minimum. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">After criticizing
his gaunt face for several moments, the mirror fogged from the steamy shower.
Turning off the water, he left the bathroom and sat down on the cloud-like bed.
He lay back on the mattress planning to just relax for a moment before getting
ready for bed. His thoughts drifted to Mercedes, he hoped she was all right.
Part of him wished she could've stayed, he would have liked to get to know her
more. But he knew her place was at home. He assumed she had a loving family
waiting for her. He wanted to go home and
find her again, but inside Connor's theory was haunting him. He knew if he left
he would wonder for the rest of his life what had truly happened to his family.
If he wanted answers, this was the place he would find them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The
Ponderi<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Blake stood at
the top of the hill, unraveling a spool of thin wire. Thrusting a three pronged
hook deep into the ground, he heaved the wire over the side of the hill, making
sure it landed just above Killian's head. Killian eyed the thin piece of metal
that was connected to the wire, it formed a makeshift seat that he wagered he
would be asked to sit on<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Killian turned around his body trembling.
“That’s Blake,” he said more to himself than Mercedes. “He has a crossbow. Why
does he have a cross bow?” Shaking the questions from his he acted. Killian
urged Mercedes to position herself on the metal seat through panicked protests.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"No, no you
have to stay with me, I can't go up that hill—what if they are up there!"
Mercedes ranted hysterically, grappling for Killian's hand. He sensed her body
was going into a state of shock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Mercedes,
I'm going to be right behind you okay! I promise. You have to hang on tight
with your good arm, I know that guy up there, trust him," he tried to
softly reassure her. Her emerald eyes glistened with tears, but she nodded her
head. She clamored onto the thin metal rod attached to the wire, never breaking
eye contact with him. The rope began to ascend slow and, oddly smooth up the
ravine, carrying Mercedes to the top where Killian saw Blake help her over the
ledge. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Blake!
There's no way you can lift me out. My leg is torn up, I can't use it to help
climb up! You have to go and get help!" Killian shouted up the side of the
ravine as the rope came back down to him. Blake was not a large guy, he knew
there was no way he could get him to the top alone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Don't
worry about it Killian! Now get on as best you can and hang on tight!"
Blake shouted back to him. Hesitating for a moment, Killian finally maneuvered
himself onto the uncomfortable rod. He
clutched the wire rope with all his strength,
while his leg throbbed as it hung lifeless beneath him. He clenched his eyes
shut anticipating the moment when Blake could no longer hold onto him and he
plummeted back down the ravine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian was
surprised at how quickly he found himself at the top of the ravine after a jerky ride from the wire rope. Blake
was bending over the edge of the ravine
holding his hand out. Grasping it tight, Blake pulled Killian safely onto the
forest floor. The remaining creatures that had pursued them lay bleeding from
their bald heads, dead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian's mouth
hung open in disbelief as he glanced down at the wire rope. Blake had not
pulled it at all, a soft motor hummed as
it reeled in the remaining wire. The motor was so small, buried within the
three-pronged hook, Killian would hardly know it was there had it not been for
the noise. Killian turned to look at Blake, opening his mouth to inquire about
the situation, but Blake put a hand up to silence him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"There isn't
any time to explain," he said.
"I need you to trust me Killian. You
need to come with me now. These animals attacked for a reason and there could
be more coming." Glancing over at Mercedes, Blake went on, "she needs
to come to—the shock of the attack will be too much for her. We can get her into the clinic to help her process all
this." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Clinic?
What is happening..." His voice drifted away. Blake had already moved toward
a large tree growing near the steep cliff. Opening a small device, he pressed a
button; the device emitted small barbs similar to the fence that had maimed
Mercedes. Amazingly the device unfolded into a small square with a translucent
screen. As Blake secured the barbs into the trunk of the tree, a number pad
powered up on the screen—almost as if the tree was its energy source. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">As Blake typed
in a numerical code, Killian made his way
over to Mercedes, who was sitting on a
jagged rock holding her arm. He wrapped an arm around her. She instantly hid
her face against his chest and let out the emotion she kept bottled inside her.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"It's
okay...hey look—" Killian started, but was interrupted by Blake calling to
them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Get ready Killian,
get the girl...tell her to get it together... this will only stay open for ten
seconds!" As he finished shouting at them the core of the tree began to
glow a brilliant red, a slight windy
force emanated from the ruby-colored trunk. The color slowly changed to a fiery
orange, with an ever increasing force pulling them toward the tree as the power magnified. Suddenly the trunk of the tree
burst open in furious power, knocking Killian and Mercedes from the jagged
boulder. Killian felt the pull of the powerful force tugging him toward the
trunk of the tree. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The tree pulsed in an electrifying white
color. They both looked up from the ground, dumbfounded, at the gaping opening
in the center of the tree. The tree itself seemed untouched. It didn't sway, the
leaves didn't even rustle from the powerful wind that came from its core. It
seemed as if only the three of them were in on the secret of the unknown portal that lit up their small area of
the forest. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"COME ON!
WE HAVE ONE SHOT! WE HAVE TO GO NOW!" Blake shouted back to them against the
noise of the windy portal. Killian reacted, wrapping his arm around Mercedes'
shoulder once again, the two of them limped and staggered as quickly as they
could, taking the leap of faith into the mysterious hole that challenged any
law of physics he had ever understood.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Instantly, as
they passed through the opening, the air around them felt thick and humid. Killian
could feel Mercedes' body move closer into his as the matter around them seemed
to threaten their air supply. The
unpleasant feeling was coming to a point that was hard to bear. Coming from
behind them they heard the powerful force of the portal suctioning them back
toward the opening. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Suddenly the
world around them fell silent. The powerful suction ceased and calm surrounded
them. Killian and Mercedes seemed to stay airborne for a small moment before
falling; their feet crunching onto a steel walkway. Killian groaned as his leg
seared in pain. Mercedes cried out when
the shining steel splattered with her
blood from landing on her injured arm. The fall was only two feet at most, but Killian
had been sure he was plummeting to his death. Releasing the breath he had held
in the entire time through the portal, he looked around, trying to take in
their surroundings. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The sky was
different. It was full of brilliant blues, dazzling reds, and radiant greens. All the colors swirled together
against a back drop of an ebony universe littered with stars. In the center of
the magnificent sky was a glowing orb. It shone brightly and warmed their
faces. The same hues of the sky swirled in beautiful patterns in the large,
gaseous sun emitting a soft lavender hue. All around them were plants and
bright foliage. The flowers that stood out amongst the green plants were tall
and brilliant with rainbow patterns along their petals. The plants didn't seem
to fit any botanical design he had ever imagined; they seemed to be a cross between tropical and woodland shrubs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The colorful sky
reflected off an enormous building directly in front of them. Killian marveled
at the unbelievable structure towering in
the center of the magnificent garden. It was one of the strangest buildings he
had ever seen, made of glass and beautiful, smooth steel. Huge beams jutted out at unique angles with
enormous glass windows randomly scattered between the steel. The building
reminded Killian of a block game he had played as a child with the objective to
leave the tower standing as long as possible while removing blocks and
re-stacking them on top. The large windows created translucent openings between the steel beams causing some concern
inside whether the building would topple as the blocks had. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Blake had landed
softly behind them, a content smile painted on his face. "You guys okay?
It's pretty intense the first time through." Blake smiled, ignoring the
contemptuous glares from the other two. "Come on inside. You both should
get to the clinic. I'll make sure you get there. We can take care of those
nasty cuts for you." He stated the words simply. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"We...who
is we, Blake?" asked Killian fiercely, as he pushed himself off the ground
with difficulty. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Stopping, Blake
slowly turned and looked Killian in the eye. "Killian, I know you have no
idea what is happening right now, but I really need you to trust me. Everything
is going to be explained to you." He smiled and punched his arm like he used
to do. "Have I ever given you cause to mistrust me?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Killian just stared back at him. “What about
your grandparents, do they know about any of this?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Blake gave him a sympathetic look. “Kill, I’ll
tell you about them later, I promise.” He then turned around. He opened a
numbered key pad that was next to a set of giant wooden doors with steel bars
covering them. After the code had been entered the huge steel hinges groaned as the doors swung open letting them enter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"There
better be some explaining," Mercedes' shaky voice broke with frustrated
emotion, "you expect us just to follow you when we...we just...jumped
through a tree!" Killian glanced over at her, the pitch of her voice
increased as well as the color of her cheeks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Blake turned
around again, a flash of annoyance was present in his eyes. "I promise, before you know it you'll be home and
comfortable; this will all be a bad memory." He turned briskly, leading
them into the odd building, silencing further protests.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The room inside
the door resembled a typical office entryway, with potted plants and a desk in
the center of the room. A woman sat
behind the desk. Killian stared at her; she was not the typical secretary he
was used to seeing. Her hair was fire red, with the tips burning in bright orange.
Her hair hung over her shoulders, blending in with the brilliant orange and fitted blue dress that revealed much of her
legs. Her tan skin was covered in intricate, orange
tattoos of fire. Both eyebrows had piercings that were connected by a gold
chain, the glass charm from the chain dangled so it set in the center of her
forehead. Her red lips curled into a big smile when she saw Blake make his way
in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Blake! Oh my,
I wondered when I would <i>ever</i> see you
again," She said in an airy voice and a slight hint of an accent Killian
couldn't place. The woman placed a gentle kiss on Blake's sweat covered
forehead. The sweet sign of affection was strange to see between Blake, who
typically viewed women as a prize.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Fia! My
love! It has been so long since I've seen your beautiful face," Blake
teased, stroking a strand of her bright hair. Killian almost smiled, that was
the Blake he knew. Even in this strange place Blake still was a relentless
flirt. The woman slapped him playfully, releasing all the sweet, soft affection
she'd given earlier. "Fia, these friends of mine need to be taken to the
clinic, would you mind calling Connor or Shannon to come and get them." He said pointing at Killian and
Mercedes before bending in and nibbling her ear. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Giving a squeal of
delight, Fia pushed Blake back away from her. Turning her attention to Killian,
her eyes widened. Killian couldn't help but stare into them. Her brown eyes were beautiful yes, but he could have
sworn that he saw a faint flicker of flames moving behind her pupils.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Blake...oh
my I can't believe<i> he's</i> here."
Her eyes looked worried as she kept staring at Killian, speaking as if he
wasn't there, "times can't be good if he has come home." Blake shook
his head when her gaze shifted back to him. She picked up a phone on the desk,
typing in an extension, she asked for someone named Shannon. Killian raised his
eyebrows. Home? What was this woman talking about? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Shannon—file
two, eight, zero, eight. Yes...<i>yes</i> Shannon he's here. He was brought in
with a young woman. They will both need some medical attention." That was
all she said before she hung up the
phone. Killian felt overwhelmed, this strange, eccentric woman seemed to know
him. Killian was unnerved that she implied she knew something dangerous was
happening that involved him, something he didn't know.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Fia walked toward
Killian, staring at him with her glowing fire eyes; the flames grew brighter as
she stared deep into his blue eyes. Biting her lip, she took his free hand,
that wasn't around Mercedes' shoulders,
and clasped it in her ring covered fingers, holding it close against her chest. Killian could hear Mercedes clear her throat loudly from the side of him.
Fia ignored her, squeezing his hand tighter against her tan skin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"You are
what we have been waiting for. We're so thankful you've come to help us with
the search." She leaned in and kissed his cheek with the same softness
she'd bestowed to Blake. Holding his
face between her hands, she looked like she was about to kiss his lips when
Blake interrupted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Okay Fia,
take it easy. Killian's been through a rough day. Why don't we let him unwind a bit?" Blake
winked at Killian, as he grabbed Fia's hand and played with her hair again.
Losing the intensity she had had moments before, she began teasing and flirting
with Blake. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Taking a deep breath, Killian glanced at Mercedes, whose eyes
looked directly into his. She was looking at him with suspicious eyes.
"What is this?" she whispered sounding flustered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Mercedes,
I have no idea. I promise." He shrugged and whispered back, exasperated.
He wasn't sure if she was upset for being drug into a new world, or that Fia
had kissed him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Well, they seem to know <i>you</i> pretty well." She nodded toward Fia, obviously she didn't believe him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Mercedes,
I promise I don’t know what is going on. You act like I've been here before—I
haven't.” He stated firmly. The hurt from Laura crept into his heart. How long
would the pain and anger at her betrayal stay? How often would it rear its ugly
head whenever he opened his heart up to someone else?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Mercedes bit her
bottom lip as her face softened. Her eyes scanned the blood stained shirt
wrapped around her injured arm; she seemed to accept the answer and actually
believe him. Silently she moved closer to his body, squeezing his hand that she
held around her shoulders. The familiar twist in his stomach came as he squeezed her fingers tight and gave her a small smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> A woman with strawberry blonde hair arrived
shortly after, wearing large outdated
glasses. She stepped out of an elevator they hadn't noticed had been there. The
doors closed and the wall looked the same as it had before. The woman's hair
bobbed up and down as she walked briskly toward them pushing a sleek silver
wheelchair. The lab coat she wore was billowing behind her; it was much too big
for her small frame. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Hello, I'm
Shannon. I'm going to take you to the clinic downstairs and make sure you both
are cleared medically." She said, shaking both of their hands.
"Please, Killian you really shouldn’t be walking on that leg,” she said
gesturing to the chair. Killian glanced back and forth between Mercedes and
Shannon, his leg was throbbing with each breath now that adrenaline was fleeing
his body. Reluctantly he listened to her and plopped down into the surprisingly
comfortable chair. “Right, now young lady if you would follow me." Shannon
began to wheel Killian toward the empty wall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Wait,”
Mercedes’ voice trembled. “I…I don’t feel good going…anywhere away… from him.”
She pointed at Blake, who couldn’t help but smile boldly. Mercedes’ anxiety fed
into Killian, like everything she felt he experienced in sync with her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Blake stepped
toward her and placed his hand on the small of her back, gently urging her
forward. “Shannon is going to help you. You can trust her, but you need her to
check you out okay.” Mercedes’ emerald eyes glazed with fresh tears but she
nodded feebly before joining Shannon and Killian by the wall. Killian didn’t
want to admit it, but he needed Mercedes to stay by him. She was helping calm
his nerves, and feeling much like an invalid he needed her to help him just as
much as she needed support.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Fia ran ahead of
them and stepped between them and the steel wall. He couldn't see what she did,
but moments later the elevator doors dinged open once again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> They witnessed the entry of the building fade
as the doors closed on them. Shannon typed a six-digit number onto a
translucent numbered touch screen. The interior of the elevator was not like
typical elevators, the list of floor numbers was absent on the wall and the
walls and floor were completely made of glass. After she had typed in the number
the elevator lurched and sped downward, much faster than a normal elevator.
Killian's stomach rose into his throat as the car plummeted downward. Shannon
stood still, obviously she had made the
trip several times before and was quite accustomed to the sensation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Just for your
information so you can move freely around, since we have no staircases, to
summon the elevator you simply put your
hand on the wall. The elevators run on a neuro-sensor system. A keypad should
open up shortly after your touch. Each area has its own six digit number; we
will provide a list for you soon so you can use the elevator at will, but even
if you forget the floor number the car usually understands where you want to go.”
The woman said without a hint of jest in her tone. Killian stared at her
incredulously. She spoke about the elevator car
like it was a living thing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"What is
this place?” Mercedes asked quietly to Shannon. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"This is
the Praetorium." She said, assuming
they should just know what that meant. Mercedes looked at Killian, her face
scrunched in confusion. Catching the exchange out of the corner of her eye,
Shannon turned her face toward them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"This is
our headquarters," she said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Whose
headquarters? Who are you people?" Mercedes asked louder than before. The
pitch in her voice gave way to the anxiety she was feeling. Killian felt his
pulse pound in his neck as his pressure rose as the small car plummeted
downward, seeming to increase speed each moment they were trapped inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"We are all
members of the Ponderi." Seeing that this cleared nothing up for the two
younger people, Shannon sighed and continued, "Look, I'm not the one who
should or can explain it all to you. I'm in charge of making sure you are fine
physically and mentally. Someone will answer your questions after we're done, I
promise." She said facing the doors again as the elevator dinged to a
stop. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian and
Mercedes both seemed to accept this vague, partial answer. Killian calmed his
breathing from the impending panic attack
and reached out bravely to give Mercedes' hand a reassuring squeeze. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Shannon wheeled
Killian out of the elevator when the car suddenly stopped. Mercedes hobbled
behind them as they found themselves in a room with glass walls and steel
floors. There were hospital beds that lined three separate treatment rooms. It was
a typical clinic. In the corner, typing on a computer, a man with thinning
brown hair stood up. He wore similar glasses like Shannon, although his were
significantly thicker. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"This is
Connor, my colleague," Shannon said.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Colleague?
Pfft...Try <i>amazing, attractive</i>
husband!" Connor teased, giving Shannon a friendly swat on her behind. She
glared at him, but the sparkle in her eye gave her true feelings away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Excuse me,
meet Connor, my husband and very <i>unprofessional</i>
colleague." He nodded toward her, accepting her new introduction of him. "Killian, Connor will be checking
you, we need to do a full physical so I assumed this young lady might feel more
comfortable with a woman." Mercedes' eyes opened wide as Shannon wheeled
Killian toward Connor, then led her to a separate room and pulled the curtain
over the glass wall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Wait can’t I
stay with him?” he heard Mercedes frantically ask. Shannon closed the glass
door to their room before he could make out her mumbled assurances. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Connor turned toward
Killian. Smiling he slapped some rubber
exam gloves on his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Well...
let's begin." Connor helped Killian up to a paper lined exam table and
proceeded to poke and prod his body. He checked joints and bones, looking for
possible fractures from the fall. Connor cleaned and disinfected the gashes in Killian's
leg and stuffed a small piece of gauze inside his bottom lip. The gashes on his
leg were enormous gaping wounds that made Killian's stomach queasy, the smell
of necrotic tissue didn't help. Connor opened up an aluminum tube and applied a
white sticky salve across his entire lower leg. The salve soothed the aching and throbbing he had felt earlier. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">After a moment
his skin was numb where the white paste was, then Connor laid across each open
wound a thin strip of bristled, scratchy material. He held a long fluorescent
bulb. Grabbing onto a metal end of the
bulb, Connor brought the light toward Killian's leg. The bulb radiated uncomfortable heat, almost steaming
as it inched closer to his skin. Killian quickly jerked it away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"What are
you doing?" he shouted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Hold
still, trust me it doesn't hurt. It looks strange, but I promise these will be
the quickest set of sutures you've ever gotten!" Connor smiled and pulled Killian's
leg toward him again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Sweeping the hot
light just above the ugly material, the
uncomfortable heat ceased and a warm sensation flowed up and down his leg. He
watched as Connor moved the light back and forth along the material until it
shriveled and sputtered against the heat. As the material crackled, Killian could
feel his skin tugging and pulling
together. Connor lifted the light away from his leg after a moment or two; tiny
charred pieces of material were left that quickly fell to the ground. The long,
ugly gashes were now long thin lines of shiny skin; they were the only
indication there had even been a gaping, bleeding cut. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Once he had
impressively closed the gashes in his leg, Connor proceeded to apply a small
piece of the scratchy, burlap type material to his lower lip. Connor's face
looked disgusted as he inspected the gash his teeth had cut. Within a minute, the heated
light had sutured the cut in his lip. He then checked Killian's blood pressure
explaining that the type of stress he had just been under could cause his body
to go into a period of shock. Killian scoffed. "I think I'm coming out of
the shock period, my mind is clearing up a bit." Connor took his glasses
off and rubbed his nose where they had rested. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Well, now
I just want to ask you a few questions, then I'll send you up to Miller and
Nathaniel."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I'm not
answering any questions until I get some answers first!" Killian blurted
out. "I'm not going to be sent to two different people after we're done,
have them examine me in some way, avoid all my questions, and send me to
someone else promising I'll get answers very soon." He finished
sarcastically. Connor curled his lip up into a half smile while he grabbed a thin,
translucent tablet and laid it on his
lap. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Those two
will be the ones to answer your questions." Killian closed his mouth,
feeling a little sheepish for getting so short with Connor. "But I would
be happy to try and answer any question you have first."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian pondered
for a moment. His mind was swimming with questions, but he blurted out the
first thing that came to the forefront, “What kind of doctor are you exactly?
Medical or a mental kind of doctor? How
is it that I've never seen any of this equipment before? " <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Connor chuckled.
“Okay, I'll answer more than one. The answer to your first question, I am
neither actually. I'm a Bioengineer to be exact, but Shannon is an M.D. with a
secondary degree in Psychology. She taught me a thing or two," Connor
answered simply. Killian was sure he was
joking, but he didn't smile. "And the reason you haven't seen these things
in other doctor's offices is because I invented them. Anything I have invented
I have given to the Ponderi for the use of helping its members. So do you have
any other questions?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Yes. I
have tons of questions, but I'm pretty sure you're not the guy who's going to
answer them right?" Connor nodded his head, giving Killian a sympathetic
smile that he was getting quite tired of.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Okay, are you ready to get started?" Killian
just shrugged. Connor opened a screen on his device and quickly scanned through
an open file. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"So,
Killian Thomas, Blake has entered his report from earlier today. I'm aware you
don't understand what has happened to you or your young lady friend,"
Connor smiled kindly, "I want to explain what the creatures are that you, unfortunately, met this afternoon." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian leaned
forward in his chair anxious to hear what Connor had to say. He knew the
creatures were not of his world. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"They are
called Malumian Wolves. They roam
independently throughout the four realms. They are very vicious and attack in
an almost obsessive manner until they get their assigned prey." Connor's
eyebrows furrowed. "The strange thing about your attack though is...well
Malumian Wolves don't just attack by themselves. It's almost like they are animal versions of assassins. Do you know what
I mean?" Killian stared back at him with his mouth slightly open. How
could he possibly know what he had meant?
His blood pressure pulsed again. He fought against the frustration that came so
easily since he'd been sent to prison. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Connor seemed to
grasp the ridiculousness of his question and waving his hand to erase his last
statement he continued. "No, of course
you wouldn't. The wolves...they have to be <i>sent
by someone</i>. Someone programs the creatures to kill another and they do it
with no reward it's just their nature. The wolves are placed onto another's
scent and they won't stop until they are found, almost robotic. That's the
problem we have, you see. We have no idea who would have sought out the wolves
and sent them after you. You haven't been in the Praetorium since you were
five-years-old." Connor sat back in his chair, tapping a pencil against
his knee.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"What? I
have never been here before. I was in the foster system since I was five. You
are wrong. I have no idea where I am." He shifted nervously in the chair.
"The only people I know are Blake, the work crew, and some CPS workers. Not counting my foster families." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Killian, what do you remember about your life
as a young child? Where were you before you went to your first family, before
the Petersons, it was the Tubbs' right?" Killian nodded, confused how
Connor would know that, and quickly answered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Well..."
He began, trying to think back before the plump Tubbs family, "I guess I
was with another family, or a home, or something. I was so little it's hard to
remember. Why? What does that have to do with anything?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I think
you'd be interested to know that there is more to your very young years than
you may have thought." Connor glanced back down to his glowing screen and scanned the document in front of him
again. “You have a greater connection to
the Praetorium than you know. In fact, you were born here.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“What? How…how
do you know that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Killian
Thomas…the Thomas family is the founder of the Ponderi, but as I said you will
hear more—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Upstairs,”
Killian interrupted, “I know, that’s what everyone keeps telling me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I know it’s
frustrating for you, but it’s true.” Connor smiled sympathetically. “I will tell you this attack from the wolves has me
worried Killian. We have to get to the bottom of it, and we must assume you
were attacked because of your connection to the Ponderi. Can you think of
anyone that may wish you dead, or has connections to this place?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His blue eyes
widened as he looked back at Connor, registering what he'd suggested. "You
think someone really wants me dead?” Connor shrugged. “I never knew this place
existed so how would I know if anyone had a connection here?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“It’s worth
asking,” Connor said, a light tinge of frustration in his voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian thought
for a moment. “The only person I know who hates me that much is Richard...and
Laura it would seem," he said bitterly, "but the person who has any
connection to this place is Blake. You aren't suggesting Blake could be a part
of this are you? Because he saved us." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"No Blake
was assigned to you by Nathaniel and Miller. He has been checked and rechecked
for his loyalty and commitment to the Ponderi. Richard and Laura are out of the
picture, they have no connection to anything.
We checked," he eyed Killian warily, deciphering how he would
handle the information. "We'll have to check on others throughout your history," Connor said quickly. Killian
nodded. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"You said
something about the wolves roaming the realms. What do you mean, like outer
space or something?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"No. There
are three main realms in our Celestial Hemisphere. I'm sure Nathaniel and
Miller will explain it more. Ignisia, you met Fia, that's where she is from,
Glaciem and Cimmerian. Earth is a half realm, we call it Terrene. It’s a half realm since it never fully joined into our
Hemisphere. Each realm has a specific
atmosphere and climate and each has their own specific duties to help keep our
Hemisphere in balance." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian couldn't
wrap his head around what was happening. His jaw clenched. He rubbed a hand over his
face, scraping along prickly whiskers of
his unshaved chin. He glanced down at the shiny, thin scars on his leg, the
only evidence that disgusting creatures<i>
had</i> attacked him! Standing up from the chair he was sitting on, and
surprised by the lack of pain in his leg, he began to pace back and forth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Killian, I know
this is so much to process, but I really need to ask you a few more questions,
okay.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“How do I know
that I can trust you?” Killian shouted. “What does <i>any</i> of this have to <i>DO WITH
ME</i>?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Connor stood up
next to a pacing Killian. He put both hands on his arms, trying to stop him
from moving. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Killian, please
sit down,” he said softly. “I am going to try and help you understand. I promise after
I get some answers I will take you to Nathaniel and Miller myself, where you
can ask all the questions you want. I know since...your incident—" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"You mean
since the only mother I knew sent me to prison...you can say it," he
retorted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Connor nodded
nervously. "I comprehend it must be difficult to trust people. I can't
imagine how unbelievable this is to you, but may we continue?” Reluctantly Killian
obliged and plopped down into the steel chair. His heart was pounding. He
believed there was more that Connor knew, and he wanted to see the report Blake
had written. His patience was wearing thin with the secrecy and lack of
explanation he had received since arriving at this
strange place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Whew...okay,
that got a little intense didn't it?" Connor smiled trying to lighten the
mood. Killian gave him a quick smirk as he sat again in his
chair."Killian, I think you are medically fine.
How are you feeling otherwise, I mean emotionally?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I don't
know how to answer that. How would you feel if you had all this laid on
you?" Killian bit; he took a deep breath trying to bury the frustration
inside. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Connor's smile
faded. He nodded, then stood and placed his tablet on the desk next to his
chair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Well, I
think considering the circumstances, I can say you're ready to move on. I'll
take you up and I promise I won't pester you with silly questions."
Killian stood as Connor pushed his chair back under his desk. They headed out
into the cold hallway outside the clinic doors. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I think maybe I
should wait for Mercedes,” he told Connor looking back into the clinic hoping
to catch a glimpse of her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“She’s going to
be just fine. It’s not just my biased because Shannon is my wife; she really is
the most brilliant physician I’ve ever seen. Please, Miller and Nathaniel are
very anxious to meet you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian had a
weight in the pit of his stomach, but he couldn’t muster the energy go argue
though he wanted to. Connor placed a hand quickly on the wall, then just stood,
staring at the empty steel. Suddenly Killian saw a small screen appear on the
wall. The screen showed a series of numbers which Connor quickly typed in the
six-digit number to open the doors. Connor stepped inside the doors. Killian slowly followed staring at the
elevator car in bewilderment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Inside the glass box, Connor typed in the tenth floor code and the doors closed.
They rode the fast moving elevator in silence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The elevator
accelerated upward. Killian could feel them traveling up to a high floor when suddenly
the doors dinged open. Connor stepped out of the elevator with him. The hallway
they entered was exquisite, with marble floors and pillars lining the hall. Killian
saw flecks of gold leaf shimmering in the marble. It was so masterfully
polished that he could see his reflection almost perfectly in the shining
floor. Hanging on the walls there were huge portraits that had different
landscapes framed in what appeared to be solid gold. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"The office
is down the hall, second door on your left. They'll be waiting for you."
Connor gave Killian a big smile and held out his hand. "I hope you get the
answers you’re searching for." He stepped back into the open elevator
after a brief handshake and typed in his
floor number. Killian nodded, then suddenly turned around back toward Connor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Wait!
Where is Mercedes?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Don't
worry, Shannon will take good care of her. She'll make sure she gets home
safely," was all Connor had time to say before the elevator closed,
completely disappearing behind the wall. The only hint that it was even behind
the wall was the whoosh behind the painting that had split in half when the
doors opened.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Alone, Killian
began to make his way down the majestic
hallway, feeling a little unnerved by the silence. He found it strange that the
enormous building was filled with the constant eerie quiet. For a building so
large, there certainly weren't a lot of people in the hallways.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He examined the paintings as he walked. One painting showed a beautiful land full of snow
covered mountains that lined a great green lake. Another looked like a desert,
a very lovely desert. It had large flowering cacti, and beautiful red-rock
mountains, with rolling sand hills along the base of the rocks. The last
painting that rested next to the second door on the left was a painting of a
scene at night. Killian could see shadows of a forest and rolling hills. It
could have been a painting of anywhere had it not been for the two moons
painted in the sky, which guaranteed it was an exotic unearthly location. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Turning away
from the impressive paintings he knocked
rapidly on the door, wringing his hands as he nervously waited to meet the
mysterious men. After several moments,
the brilliant gold knob creaked as
someone turned it from the inside. As the door swung open, Killian was met by a man with a thick ashen mustache and twinkling gray eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The
Attack<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">One Year Later<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian sat
upright on his hard, rickety cot gasping for breath. Instinctively, he reached
for the comfort of his gold charm, but his hands came up empty. He cursed
remembering the small trinket had been missing for the last two days. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Laura, after his
sentencing, had made a special deal with the judge, explaining his troubled
childhood. She expressed the charm was a keepsake from his biological family.
Eventually, he was allowed to keep the charm with him. He scowled as the
memories from the trial cursed his mind. Brushing his hand through his hair he
shook Laura’s painful ghost from his mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> His hands brushed against his sweat drenched T-shirt,
as he rehashed images from his dream.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The little boy
needed help! Killian had experienced the cold breeze and the smell of ash in
the cramped, dark room where the child held
his small knees against his chest. It had been so real. The red-headed woman had
tried to keep him, to protect him; but the haunting, dark figures had taken the
small boy from her. His brain wildly recounted the dream that had been
recurring for the last month. He remembered the dream, like a ghost from his
past. The same dream had come to him many times when he'd lived with Richard
and Laura, but since coming to the prison, most of his dreams repeated the
horrible night that had landed him in jail. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian flipped
his legs over the side of his makeshift bed and slowly took several deep
breaths. His feet crushed the shoebox that had once been filled with smutty
pictures and cookies Blake had sent. He smiled remembering what Blake had told
him at his sentencing hearing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"As long as you're locked up, just think of me
as your mistress, waiting to greet you on the outside! You'll get so many care
packages you won't even know you're in a cage—it'll be a vacation!"<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The latest
package had been intercepted by Killian's rough cellmate, Nicco. He staked his
claim on the pictures and passed the cookies to Alex in the cell over. Alex had,
in turn, given them to Brooks, the vicious work release guard. Killian scoffed.
Alex was the biggest brown nose in the prison
but it often paid off. He received less degrading comments from the cantankerous guard and lighter workloads. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"If I have
to listen to your insane ramblings one more night, I promise you<i>, sin valor, </i>you will regret it!"
Nicco said after several moments glaring at Killian as he stared absently at
the package. His face was coated with numerous tattoos and scars. The
appearance was used as a scare tactic for other inmates, although Nicco had
never acted upon his threats. Killian had long ago outgrown his strategy and simply blocked him out. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"GET UP
MORONS!" a voice shouted down the long corridor. Killian's skin crawled
hearing Brooks' voice. "I don't have time to waste getting you trash to
the worksite!" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">For the last
month, Killian had been involved in the work release program and was able to
leave the prison three days out of the week to work his way into society before
his upcoming release. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Seven inmates were
selected to go to Central Oregon Community College for landscaping duty. They
filed out of their cells and lined up against the bars. Nicco stood next to
Killian smirking at Alex who stood straight and tall, intently listening to
what Brooks had to say. Brooks paced back and forth looking each of the seven
men up and down with contempt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"You are
all a waste of my time; I'm amazed the prison board believes you will make
useful members of society. If I had my way, none of you would ever get out
there on <i>my</i> streets. Unfortunately,
until then I have to babysit you losers,"
Brooks spat out each word, until a string of saliva dangled from his chin. Alex
was nodding, vigilant in his attention of the guard's tirade. "I want all
of you to get out to the van in a single file line. Do <i>not</i> raise a hand or say a word.
If you do, you'll wish you never were assigned to my crew! MOVE
OUT!" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian couldn't
help but laugh inwardly at the ridiculous speeches the guard shouted as often
as possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The ride to the
campus was uneventful; none of the men spoke to one another. The few guards
assigned to their small crew sat at the front of the van at strong attention, awaiting Brooks' orders. As
Killian waited for the other crew members and group
of guards to pile out the door, upon arrival, he looked out the window at the bright campus across the street. The college
was clean and busy, surrounded by beautiful wooded areas full of trails and
picnic spots. Students and staff shuffled by the neatly hedged bushes next to
the college marquee. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He observed the
bowed heads of the student, pouring over their books, mimicked the bowed heads
of the inmates. The blaring difference was the students didn’t wear metal cuffs
around their wrists. Killian rubbed the red grooves on his skin as he bitterly
turned his attention away from the free students. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Before he left
his seat in the van, Killian's hair on the back of his neck stood on end as the
eerie sense of someone watching him prickled over him. The vehicle was empty,
but turning his head toward the campus once again, his blood drained from his face
as he locked eyes with the red-haired woman from his dream only hours ago. Her
face was outlined with worry and anxiety as her sad eyes bore into his. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"THOMAS!
Don't make me drag you off this van," Brooks' voice sounded in Killian's
ears, making him break eye contact from the mystery woman. When he looked back
through the window again, she was gone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian
anxiously joined the crew outside the van. His head reeled with curiosity—he
also wondered if he might be losing his mind. The anxiety he felt about
spotting the woman was soon buried under a slew of harsh words from Brooks. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Alright,
we are starting here by the athletic
field. We also will cover the campus center and fitness building. There will be
no interacting with students or staff. Fall semester is about to begin and I
will not have us falling behind the <i>schedule
I </i>set for the college, is that understood? I don't expect any of you nobodies
to get it, but if any of the rules are
not followed, you'll be back in front of the judge with another year on your sentence." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Most of the
young men gave a mumbled acknowledgment that they understood; Nicco had already
turned his attention to a group of girls laying on the grass by the field, laughing over open text books and
Diet Cokes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Well, <i>el
idiotas</i> have a great day, I'm heading to the field," he said licking
his lips and lopping toward the girls after they’d had their cuffs removed and
guard assigned. Killian thought he was disgusting,
but reluctantly followed him to begin work as quickly as he could.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Thomas!
Where do you think you're going?" Killian turned around slowly to face the
cantankerous man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Sir, I
thought we were just told to begin at the
athletic field." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Thomas I
don’t know how you are going to make it without this place. You have as much brains as the roach I stepped on this
morning," Brooks said, pleased at his own beastliness. Killian did not
have the patience for this today.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Sir, with
all due respect I can go faster if you would just tell me <i>where</i> you want me to go." Brooks grabbed Killian by the scruff
of his shirt and pinned him against the van. Killian was nearly the same height
as the man, and his toned biceps tensed against
the van. Though it was probable he would be able to physically defend himself
against Brooks confrontation only brought trouble. For a year he’d tried
desperately to avoid such situations, even if it left him with a black eye or a
few bruises. He listened as the guard shouted a slew of obscenities describing
how worthless Killian would be to society before finally shoving him hard
toward the campus center with hedging duty. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian gave Brooks
a menacing scowl, and bit out the words, “Yes, sir,” to his back as he watched
the large man stomp toward the athletic field. He never would admit it out
loud, but after a year of hearing such degrading words it was hard not to
believe it. He reached down, grabbed the hedge shears, a required walkie-talkie,
a water bottle, and grumbled toward the campus center. He sighed in relief at
the meager crowds of students. It was still summer semester and the campus was
lacking its usual crowds. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">On campus
students and staff often offered a variety of expressions toward him. Some had
looks of pity—some looks of wonder; he was sure they were trying to figure out
what he had done to earn him a spot on the crew. But most looks—most were looks
of disgust. Many students, who were in fact
his peers, looked at him like he was a waste of time and space as he worked day
after day beautifying their campus. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Scowling at the
bitter thoughts he followed the cement walkway that was connected to a large
circle in the center of the campus. Walkways extended from the circle like a
star, leading students down different paths to the buildings. The center was
lined with benches and picnic tables where students could enjoy the sun between
classes or catch up on some studying outdoors before the weather turned them
into recluses avoiding the cold.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">As Killian moved
off to the side he scanned the circle of hedges that decorated the area.
Groaning he examined the work the shapeless, overgrown shrubs demanded. He
glanced back at the single guard who'd accompanied him as he disappeared behind
the hedges. Thankfully it was Warner. Killian remembered Warner as a bailiff
present at the hearing. Warner had transferred to the work crew when Killian’s
turn was up. Only days into the work crew Warner had admitted to Killian he’d
found it unfair to be given such a harsh sentence with no prior convictions. He
allowed Killian to do his work peacefully and since Killian never caused any
trouble he often took time to listen to
his strange science-fiction books he stored on his phone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Bending down, Killian placed the water and
walkie-talkie behind the first section of hedges. As he came around to the
front, his shoulder bumped up against another, causing him to stumble slightly.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Oh, I'm
sorry," a female voice said. Killian looked up and met a pair of emerald
eyes. A girl with beautiful bronze skin was bending down to pick up the
notebook she had dropped in the collision. Killian bent down and grabbed the
notebook first, handing it back to her he noticed her long chestnut hair was
pulled back into a straight ponytail. Despite being pulled up, her hair still
reached to the center of her back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Thanks,
again sorry for running into you. Hey,
don't I know you?" She smiled up at him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Uh, no I
don't think so," Killian said. Suddenly, a memory filled his mind. The
bright smile and gorgeous eyes brought him back to the roaring bonfire, and the
drunk boy planting sloppy kisses all over her neck. Killian met her brilliant
green eyes and shook his head again. “Sorry, I really don’t think we’ve met.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I could’ve
sworn we’d met before and I usually have
a good memory—wait," her eyes widened, Killian saw a delightful twinkle behind
their striking green color. "Killian, from the beach.” She laughed
remembering their short intrigue months ago. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Oh, right.
Now I remember." He tried to turn away, but she adjusted her position to
stand in front of him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"So how
have you been?" she continued. Her face fell when she finally focused on
the words littering his vest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian pursed
his lips and turned toward the hedge. Inside he wanted to disappear in a hole
and never lay eyes on her perfect face again. “It’s been an interesting year.”
His voice was gruff and uninviting. He didn’t want to talk anymore, he didn’t
want her pity looks, or worse—disgust. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian scowled
bitterly at the hedge as an image of how life might have been spanned his mind.
She seemed to take notice of his cold body language and clutched her books
tighter against her chest. Her voice was flat when she spoke again. "Oh. Well,
I'm going to go study. It's good to see you again, Killian."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Killian gave a sad smile toward her back as
she walked away. She didn’t leave the circle, instead she found a place at the
small picnic table, she turned and gave him a quick glance before immersing
herself in an exceptionally thick book. Killian cleared his throat, and walked back toward the hedge. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">After an hour,
he'd hedged the first ten feet of greenery. Stepping back, he critiqued his work making
sure they were perfectly even. He bent down and grabbed a water bottle from his
bag and wiped the dripping sweat from his forehead. In the heat he was grateful Brooks demanded short
military haircuts on the crew. If he still sported his thick, longer style he'd
had at the Petersons, it would be miserable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Drinking half the bottle in one sitting he
decided it was safe to move on to the next set of shrubs. Before moving to the
plants, he peeked up at the emerald-eyed girl, who studiously remained at the
table. To his surprise she glanced up at
him from her textbook at the same moment. Killian's stomach doubled up again
and he quickly turned back to the plants. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">After several moments a tall, dark haired, pale man walked up
to her table. Killian snorted in disgust. Kevin. The creep from the beach was
still hanging around. Pretending to be focused on the hedges he found himself
straining to hear the conversation between the two. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">After catching
bits and pieces of the conversation, the dialogue began to make his blood rise
to his head as memories flooded back from only a year earlier. Killian choked
as a familiar feeling weighed down in his chest, he had the strongest desire to
protect the girl. Quickly he dissolved the feeling—those types of thoughts led
to trouble.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Come on Dez
don't make me force you! You'll have a blast tonight, just say yes." the
man said as he twisted a piece of her chestnut hair around his finger. Killian
heard her respond in an annoyed, but firm tone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"For the
last time Kevin, we're done and <i>I don't
want to go</i>!" she said looking right into his face. She began to pile
her books into her bag. Kevin, suddenly grabbed firm to her wrist, forcing her
to stop what she was doing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Don't do
that—let me go!" She shouted at him, trying to tug her arm away. Killian
dropped his shears and had already started to make his way toward them on the
opposite side of the circle. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Listen, if
I ask you to go with me to a party, I expect you to go," Kevin hissed,
pulling her arm so their faces were inches apart. The girl pushed against him,
trying to free herself. The struggle was useless; he was quickly overpowering
her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"You're hurting
my arm," she snarled. "Let go now!"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Not until
you—"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"HEY!"
Killian shouted, interrupting Kevin. He couldn't stop himself, the girl was in
trouble. He inwardly vowed he wouldn't let the confrontation go as far as he
had with Richard. "Let her go." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Kevin straightened
up, releasing his grip on the girl. Killian noticed she moved a few feet away,
but she stayed close by. Kevin scoffed at Killian and folded his arms across
his chest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Huh—I
don't know if <i>you're</i> in a place to be
talking to me," he laughed, pointing to Killian's jeans plastered in the
same label as his shirt. "Why don't you just get back to your yard work,
or I might have to let someone know a <i>criminal</i>
is harassing this young lady." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian glared
at him, but he had stopped a few feet away from the man. The billowing weight
that frothed against his heart, had built
up again; yet his own self-doubt shadowed the strength of the protective
instinct. He'd learned that even the innocent can be punished for good deeds. Killian
felt a flicker of fear at his threat, if
he was involved in a form of violence he could easily add another six months to
his sentence. The image of walking out the prison doors, free, kept him still.
It was so close to being his reality. Killian’s muscles relaxed and his
shoulders slumped in defeat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The taller man laughed and made his way over
to the girl, wrapping his hand around her arm. He gripped her tight as she
struggled against him. His other tentacle-like arm wrapped around her
shoulders, pressing her close into his
body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"That's right scum bag, just walk away—she'll be taken
care of I promise," he said as he tilted his head giving the girl an
unwelcome kiss on her brow. She swung a wild hand, but missed his face and twisted in his grip. Kevin laughed
wickedly as if he enjoyed her struggle. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The anger inside
Killian boiled over, past the point of him caring about another six months. Killian felt a strange prickle of pain
shoot up his back, all the way to his head. Slimy, sick desired filled his
heart as if he could hear every shameful thought in Kevin’s mind. Kevin flashed
him a confused look as if he saw something unusual. Taking advantage of his
brief loss of focus Killian’s fist connected with his smirking jaw, causing him
to release his grip on the girl. Before the stranger had time to recover,
Killian dropped his shoulder, thrust it into Kevin's stomach tackling him to
the ground.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> A
loud smack filled the circle as Kevin's head connected with the concrete. Kevin
let out a loud groan and, Killian, straddled him and gave him one last solid
punch in the nose before standing up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Be careful
who you call a scum bag," he snarled. Kevin quickly scrambled to his feet
holding his bleeding nose.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“What kind of
freak are you?” He cried out and ran away from Killian, shooting him an angry
glance before disappearing beyond the hedges. Killian rushed to the tall hedge
and peered over. Breathing a sigh of relief that Warren was too lost in his
latest Mars adventure series he hadn’t even noticed the commotion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> His heart raced, his toned shoulders heaved
from the exertion. The strange sensation he’d felt, and the look Kevin had
given him unsettled him. He hadn't protected the girl, he'd only attacked Kevin
because of his own swirling anger he'd allowed to overpower him. Pushing the
anxiety aside he knew he had to check on
the girl he had tried to defend.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian turned
and looked at the girl a few feet away from him. She had her hands over her mouth and her books scattered on the
ground. Slowly, he made his way over to her. When he got closer he could see she had tears glistening in
her eyes. She stiffened, but didn't back
away from him when he came up to her. He bent down and picked up the same
notebook he had earlier as well as a thick Biology textbook that had fallen
next to it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Sorry
about that. It’s Dez, right?" he asked holding the books out to her. She
lowered her hands and accepted the books, but said nothing. Killian gave an
awkward smile, his eyes glancing around as he slowly backed away from her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Alright,
well...glad you're okay. I was just trying to help." he said clenching his
jaw and turning stiffly back toward his hedge. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Wait...” He
heard the girl behind him, his stomach clenched as he met her eyes, she stared
at him for a few moments before continuing. “Thank you.” She said quickly, dropping her eyes to the ground. He gave
her a shy smile and moved closer to her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“It’s no
problem,” he said, teasing he continued, “you should stay away from jerks like
that.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Tell me about
it,” she said, her shoulders relaxed as a smile spread across her face. “and
it’s Mercedes, Kevin calls me Dez, and I hate it.” Shifting the books to one
hand, she stuck out the other toward Killian. Taking it, his stomach twisted
even more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"It's good
to finally learn your name, it's been what a year now?" he tried to make
light of the situation, but he kept feeling like he was going to double over
from stomach pains. Mercedes smiled at him,
and slowly let go of his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I really
appreciate what you did." she
restated. She glanced up at Killian, pausing. Apparently deciding it was fine
to continue, she began to speak. "Kevin isn't a nice guy, I'm sure you
noticed. I finally had enough and decided to end it about a month ago. I guess
he hasn't gotten the hint yet." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian knew
from her description exactly what kind of man Kevin was. He just nodded his
understanding. She headed back over to the table, giving him a small wave
before turning her focus back down to her books. Killian smiled, picked up his
shears again, and began working on the rest of the hedges. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">After about two
hours, Warren had checked in once, but seeing Killian diligently hedging and
receiving a little smile from Mercedes, he resumed his downloaded book. Killian
put down the shears, satisfied with how the hedges
looked. He grabbed his water bottle again and shifted his gaze back over the
table. Smiling he saw that Mercedes was still there. Over the course of the
last couple of hours, she had left the table and come back multiple times. This
time munching on a bag of chips. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian smiled.
He had never been a college student, but he was sure they didn't need to sit
and study the same few pages for that long<i>.</i>
Mercedes seemed to keep scanning and re-reading the same few paragraphs. She
met his gaze and returned the smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Finally</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">
she closed her book and placed it in her shoulder bag. Killian felt like his
stomach was doing summersaults when he realized Mercedes was making her way toward
him. He could have sworn he saw her cheeks flush as her eyes drifted to the
ground then back to his ocean blue eyes. His palms were sweaty as he watched her.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian broke
eye contact from her emerald eyes. A strange rustling was coming from the
neatly trimmed hedges. The hair on his arms stood up. “Do you hear that?” He
whispered to Mercedes. Her brow furrowed as she searched for what he’d been
hearing. “Maybe it’s Kevin, he’ going to get me locked up longer.” His neck was
tight with stress as he cracked the joints wondering how he could get out of
another confrontation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Suddenly his
heart beat even faster when he heard a low rumbling growl somewhere in the
plants; all around the campus the bustle from students making their way to
classes appeared in one moment to come to a deadly silence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Mercedes stopped
where she was. Turning her head, she
glanced back at the bushes behind her. Goosebumps prickled her skin, and she
quickly rushed to his side.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"What was
that?" she whispered, whisking her head to both sides, listening to the
deep growl. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I don't
know," he responded, instinctively placing himself in front of her. Something
was behind those hedges, something that was now encircling them. The growls
rippled behind the circular hedge, coming
from every direction. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian slowly, inched with Mercedes over to his water
bottle where the walkie-talkie rested. He bent down grappling for his shears, and reached for the walkie-talkie.
Nervously flipping the switch on, he quickly whispered into the device.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"This is
Killian, something is happening over by
the campus center—someone get over here quick, it sounds like...like an animal
or something." He released the button and listened to the static waiting for a response, mentally cursing
Warren's earplugs and novels.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Suddenly the
hedges began to snap and break apart, drowning out Brooks' sudden slew of
expletives on the walkie-talkie. An enormous, hideous beast entered the campus
center, displaying wicked, jagged claws. A huge
wolf-like animal stood before them, with yellow mucous filled saliva
dripping from its black lips and its blood-red eyes focused on nothing else, but
them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The animal had a
bald scalp that was covered in deep
scabbed gashes, one of the bloodied slits had a broken piece of metal
protruding from the gaping wound. Its face was bald with tufts of hair trying
to grow around its salivating lips. The rest of its enormous body was covered
in brown, matted fur.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Two bottom fangs curled over the top lip—those
were not what worried Killian, it was the two upper fangs that hung well below
the animal's square chin! The creature growled, hunching its shoulders and
advancing. On the sides of the circle
four more of the same frightening creatures with similar scabbed heads made
their way toward them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian's heart
beat faster as he clenched tight to his shears and watched the unearthly wolves while desperately searching
for an escape route. Mercedes' breathing
grew rapid next to him as she gripped onto his
arm instinctively. His heart skipped a beat when his eyes picked out a small
gap between the pack. It was their only chance —even if it was small.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Mercedes,"
Killian whispered, eyeing the small opening, "Mercedes, run...RUN!"
He finally shouted pushing her ahead of him urging her as fast as he could
through the one opening in the monstrous
pack. Chaos erupted to the side of them as the pack immediately sprang into
action at their movement. Both of them
darted quickly toward the unguarded hole; Killian shoved Mercedes through the
hedge then quickly jumped over the bush. His left leg seared in pain as he fell
to the ground; his bottom teeth cut through his lip as his face slammed into
the cement walkway. Looking back all he saw was a scabbed, bald head of one of
the beasts! It had dug its bottom two fangs deep into his muscle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Killian rolled over onto his back, feeling his
skin and muscle tear against the vicious teeth. He frantically reached for the
shears that had landed several feet from him. Blood pounded in his head, as he
desperately tried to block out the pain from the vicious gnawing on his skin.
In a desperate attempt, Killian kicked his free foot at the beast's nose. He
felt the sick feeling of the bones crushing in its monstrous snout. The wolf growled viciously,
and dug its fangs deeper into his muscles. The kick only infuriated the beast. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Suddenly,
shuffling feet flew past his head and lifted the shears from the ground. He
watched in disbelief as Mercedes gouged the thick
shears deep into the back of the freakish animal's neck. The creature released his leg, whining like a
small dog and abandoned its prey. Behind him, Killian saw the four other beasts
attack the animal that had just released him—he watched them tear long gashes
into its already scabbed head as if it was some twisted punishment for failing
to capture the prey. Mercedes bent down to Killian's side and wrapped his arm
around her own shoulders helping him up off the ground. The two once again
began their desperate escape. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You should just
leave me, get out of here,” he gasped. Mercedes ignored him and slowly dragged
him along. Despite the circumstances, he couldn't help the annoying stomach twinge that filled his abdomen. He
returned his focus to the distant sound of pounding feet on the ground and
snapping fangs behind him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Stumbling into a
tangle of trees they stumbled desperately through the woods nearby the college,
Killian's injured leg dragging useless to
his side. Killian looked behind him and
saw the two creatures were closing the gap between him and Mercedes with every
bounding stride. He heard a loud shriek come from Mercedes and soon felt
himself falling. They slid down the hard ground, twigs scratching their skin,
and rocks bruised their bodies until they landed with a loud <i>crunch</i> against the ravine floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Gathering his wits, Killian quickly lifted his
battered body, scanning his eyes up the hill to find the animals. His injured
leg was throbbing after it had taken another beating falling down the ravine.
He spotted the wretched pack off to his side, circling the drop off, trying to
find a way down. While two of the disgusting beasts pawed the ground above
them, finding their sure footing, he looked down and saw Mercedes on the
ground. She had landed farther in front of him and was now crying out in pain.
He saw her bare arm twisted and mangled in the sharp spikes of a barbed-wire
fence that blocked off the edge of another steep drop off. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Immediately
Killian scooted his body toward her and gently, but hastily tried to help pry
her torn skin from the fence. She sucked in a breath as he untangled the wire
from around her bare skin, some of the barbs pulled and tugged as they fought
against her tissues. Finally, Killian removed the final rusted, barb. The two
struggled, and grappled trying to help one another stand straight again.
Killian leaned against Mercedes' good arm for support. He tore off the awful
labeled jacket he wore, and crudely wrapped it around her bleeding arm. She
looked into his eyes and placed her uninjured hand gratefully on his arm. He
covered her hand with his and followed her eyes to the top of the ravine
landing on the hideous creatures. Mercedes' breathing grew more rapid as shock
overwhelmed her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"What...what...are
those...things," She gasped. "What are...we going to...to...do? We're
trap...trapped down here!" Tears fell from her eyes, exaggerating their
stunning color, as she clutched her injured arm close to her body. Above them,
the more daring of the two pacing creatures slowly moved itself off the ledge, digging its enormous
claws into the side of hill, its fangs
dripping with saliva as it anticipated its kill. Killian took a deep breath,
then wrapped Mercedes in his arms. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Hey, it's okay.
We're going to be okay," he lied. Mercedes sobbed against his chest. His
mind was muddled and focused on the strange beasts coming over the ledge.
"Just think of the one place you would go if you could, picture yourself
there." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His voice
cracked, as he heard the heavy breathing of the animal getting closer behind him. Mercedes’ breath trembled against
him, but she was no longer crying. She tensed her body and pulled him closer
against her body. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Mercedes
just close your eyes and picture that for me okay. It's going to be okay."
Emotion began to take over, he closed his eyes bracing himself for the pain of
the massive paw making contact with his head, or maybe the creature would just
use its awful fangs and tear right into
him. He bent his head against Mercedes and squeezed her tighter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The low growl of the animal came close to his neck,
the foul breath hit his skin. Killian tensed his body as he prepared for the
fatal attack. His eyes burst open when he heard the loud howling of an injured
animal followed by a sick thud next to him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A small silver
arrow was lodged inside the ear of the
animal; it thrashed and howled in pain before heaving a final breath. The lifeless creature lay bleeding at his feet. The
cry came again, Killian raised his head and watched the second animal that had
stayed on the ledge of the ditch roll down the hill—a similar arrow jutting out
from the top of its hairless scabbed skull. Mercedes lifted her head, her eyes
falling on the beast at their feet, then creeping their way over to the one
that had fallen to its death a moment ago. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"KILLIAN!"
A familiar voice shouted above them. Killian looked up the ravine, he saw a man
dressed in gray pants with a black shirt covered by a thin gray jacket. Killian
could make out a thick leather strap crossing over his body holding what looked
like a variety of weapons. The man quickly returned the small crossbow to the
empty place on a strap behind his neck. Killian squinted his eyes, not
believing what he was seeing he sputtered the name out in a shocked whisper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Blake?"
he gasped under his breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_Toc444859896"><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";">Chapter 1</span></a><span style="color: windowtext; font-family: "times new roman" , "serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></h1>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Destiny in Dreams</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Warm, light seeped into the small room.
A single mattress was pushed against the side wall covered in mismatched sheets,
and a cheap plastic box of drawers held a few simple clothes. Killian Thomas
breathed deeply trying to slow his heart as the happy sunrise shook him from
his fitful sleep. The dark, lurking figures from his nightmare had hissed and
argued angrily in a damp, moss ridden hallway. Their conversation was wicked to
the core, but the most upsetting part of their devious plans involved his
death. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Rolling from the old mattress he wiped
the sweat off his face and pushed back his thick mud-colored hair. The
nightmares were getting worse, and the two mystery villains seemed to be
creeping into his mind more often, as if it were something Killian needed to
know. He didn't know why he was being haunted with dreams filled with people
seeking to kill him, he was no threat to anyone. In fact he felt quite the opposite. There was nothing extraordinary
about him, just a young man with no family, few friends—mediocre in every
sense. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The thoughts toppled through his mind as
he rubbed his sky-blue eyes trying to wipe the memories of the distant corridor
from his mind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Killian! Come eat, you’re going to be
late!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The wooden steps echoed as he bounded
down the narrow stairway. Stepping into the bright blue and white kitchen, he
brushed his wavy hair out of his eyes before Laura, his foster mother, could do
it for him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Sorry Laura, I overslept,” Killian
breathed as he plopped down in front of his cereal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> He glanced at the graying, blonde woman and
immediately pursed his lips as the sun caught the side of her face. A hideous,
purple bruise covered her high cheek bone underneath her thin wire-rimmed
glasses. He could tell she had crudely tried to hide it with make-up, but the
swollen lump reared its ugly head on her thin face. Killian angrily dug his
spoon into his cereal and shoveled the cardboard-like flakes into his mouth. He
didn't know why he felt guilty about the bruise; he didn't give it to her. He
scanned over the lean definition in his
upper arms underneath his T-shirt. Inwardly, he vowed to protect Laura better.
As if she knew what he was thinking, Laura put a hand gently on his arm, until
he looked at her again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Did you have another dream? Those have
been keeping you up a lot lately. If you don’t get some sleep Donna is going to
start thinking we’re neglecting you and
she’ll take you outta here.” She gave him a kind, motherly smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">He smirked. As of last month Donna, his
family service worker, no longer had a
say where Killian ended up. He often wondered why he stayed. After aging out,
legally there was no reason to stay. He cared about Laura; she had taken good
care of him for ten years. <i>Richard</i>
was the reason he would leave and never look back. Ironically, he was also the
reason Killian wanted to stay. If he left
no one would protect Laura from his rages.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Now that you
mention it, I did have a strange dream,” he finally answered, trying to push his
thoughts back down inside him. “I was trapped in a cold stone hallway. As I tried to escape
I overheard a conversation...I think it was two men, I'm not sure."
Killian waved his hand in front of his face. "It’s hard to remember everything now that I’m awake,” he said,
shoving another spoonful into his mouth. Killian omitted the dream figure inclinations
toward killing him. Laura would spend the afternoon pouring over <i>The Meaning of Dreams</i>, her favorite
book. Since he'd come to live with the Petersons the dreams had taken place, almost as if they were reminding him of his
past, or warning him of his future. Laura had taken a keen interest in it, and often tried to uncover their hidden
meanings. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Laura opened her
mouth to inquire more on the subject, but
was stopped by a knock at the door. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“That’ll be
Blake, I suppose,” she said, an edge of disappointment at the interruption in
her voice. "I'll read over some pages in my book while you're out. We'll
get to the bottom of your dream. The part with you being trapped in darkness
must mean something."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian rolled
his eyes and slurped one last bite of cereal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“What time will
you be back?” Laura asked when Killian stood up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“We’ll be gone
for a while, I’d guess,” he answered while shrugging his shoulders. “We’re
hoping to have a bonfire with some people on the beach.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian and
Laura both turned their heads toward the front door that had creaked open.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Laura, my love!
You look more gorgeous than ever!” the young man said overly dramatic. His
collared shirt was unfolded upward, hitting just below his jaw line, but the
strange black inked, double-moon tattoo was still visible on his neck. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Blake, now
there is no need for your sappy sucking up, Killian’s coming,” Laura chuckled
turning toward the flaxen-haired young man. Blake winced slightly when he
glanced at the fading bruise. Laura, feeling self-conscious, hung her head and
began gathering the dishes from the table. “Well, you kids take care, and pick
up some salt water taffy for me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian smiled.
Laura gave the request each time he went to the boardwalk in Seaside. He'd
determined she believed the taffy was only available at that location. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Don’t worry
Laura we’ll bring you a huge bag. Take care of yourself okay,” Blake said
sounding sincere. Killian waved at the woman and walked out the door. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Man, he made a
mess of her this time didn’t he?” Blake huffed, as they drove toward the boardwalk.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I don’t know
how much more I can stand, Blake. Why does she just put up with it? Me, I can take it, but Laura? She’s just too
good, too forgiving,” Killian said bitterly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Richard had
often roughed him up as a younger boy,
though he had always been careful about pounding him in easy to conceal areas in order to keep the abuse hidden from Child
Protective Services. In recent years, however, Killian had grown significantly
larger than the man and the rages had subsided. The downside was now his pent
up anger was doubled against Laura.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “Laura was joking this morning about my case
worker taking me away cause I’m not sleeping. To be honest, some days, I want
to leave and never look back.” Killian finished as he looked out the window.
His hand found the gold charm he had worn around his neck for as long as he
could remember. Blake simply nodded. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">They sat in a
tense silence for a moment before Blake finally asked, “Why don’t you leave?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“What?” He was
annoyed that Blake had the courage to point out the obvious— that he could
leave. He had no reason to stay and endure the hidden abuse. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I mean, why
don't you leave? You’re old enough to be on your own, dude. You can finish
school somewhere else. How long have you been with them anyway?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Ten years. I
was with a lot of different families for three years, then placed with Richard
and Laura.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“So why do you
stay?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian scoffed.
Blake was trying to make him feel better about leaving, but the fact that it
was true and he was out of the system made his gut twist in knots. Donna hadn't
cared what he decided to do when he turned eighteen. She had seemed relieved
when he said he was going to stay put. It made for less work and scholarship programs she was required to provide when
kids stepped into the big world alone after growing up in the system. Laura had
pleaded with him to stay. Wanting to see him graduate was her reasoning, but he
figured she was afraid to be alone with Richard. Killian had agreed because he
didn’t feel right leaving Laura alone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Laura had mentioned numerous times the idea of
adopting Killian, but Richard never agreed. It was his subtle insult to Killian—
he would never be good enough to be his son.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Richard was a respectable business owner in Seaside.
He owned several sandwich franchises and often donated to non-profits. Richard's
status painted a loving image in the
community. Killian thought Donna rather naive. She had mentioned on numerous
occasions he was fortunate to live in such a home, even if they <i>didn't</i> adopt him. <i>If only she knew, </i>he thought bitterly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I still can’t
believe you don’t remember your family, you weren't placed in the system until
you were what—five or something?” Blake asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I just don’t
remember. I’ve had weird dreams about a red-headed woman before—sometimes I’ve
wondered if the dream was a memory but…” Killian trailed off for a moment
before gathering his thoughts. “Why would I want to live with a family that
just ditched me anyway? Obviously they
kept me for five years then decided to call it quits.” His tone of voice came
out bitter and angry, which seemed to surprise Blake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I get it I
guess. They might be dead, though,"
Blake said. "I'm not trying to be crass. I just think if you found out they were alive,
living with them would be better than Richard. Anything would.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I guess not
everyone can live the high life like you,
Blake. How much did good ol’ grandpa dish out today just to get you out of the
house?” Killian teased trying to change the direction of the conversation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You can’t put a
price on the love we share Kill!” Blake laughed. “Besides, it’s the only way
you get to hang out with the pretty
girls! I can only help you out so much, though. You’ve got to leave your pretty jewelry alone Kill.” Blake laughed
nodding toward his incessant rubbing of the charm. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian gave
Blake’s shoulder a hard punch, causing their car to swerve slightly into the
other lane. Even so, he obeyed and tucked the circular charm back underneath
his shirt. He always wore it—in truth the idea of taking it off made him
physically sick. He didn’t understand where the connection came from. It was
tacky and unattractive. The faded gold looked ancient and the circle had a hideous crack fissuring to the top of the charm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> “What?” Blake was laughing, his face lit up in
his typical mischievous manner. “It's true dude, you’ve got to hide the
necklace. And don’t joke about my grandparents. I guess they give me stuff to keep me busy; I can’t help it if my
antics exhaust them!” Blake paused for a
moment waiting for the street light to change to green.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You know Kill, I
have to admit, I'm glad you hang around. Us parentless kids gotta stick
together.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Thanks, Blake,”
Killian said, touched by the statement.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Whoa, don’t sound
so gushy dude. I don’t want to organize a club or anything,” Blake’s eyes
widened. “Hey, wait! Maybe we should. I know a little girl down the street who
makes awesome elastic bracelets! We could have matching ones. Let’s do it!” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Shut up!”
Killian said, shoving him again. Blake started laughing so hard tears formed in
the corners of his eyes. Killian just shook his head. Despite the joking, he
often wished he could convey how much he envied Blake and his odd, but loving
relationship with his elderly grandparents. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I need some gas;
while I fill up, will you go buy me some gum? Amanda is going to be there
tonight—I better be prepared,” Blake chuckled as he pulled into the gas
station. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Within a half
hour they sauntered along the beach where several other people were standing
around a charcoal barbeque laughing and holding roasting sticks. Killian didn’t
recognize many of them, but knew some were from school. Blake scanned the small
group apparently looking for Amanda. She hadn’t arrived yet and Blake’s
disappointment was painted all across his face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Blake was always
the exuberant one, even though he’d only moved to Seaside a few years earlier
he had more friends and acquaintances than Killian could ever dream. The
rushing tide and crashing waves along the rocky shore calmed Killian’s nerves
he experienced every time he was pushed into a crowd, especially when it was
people he didn’t know well. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Blake!” a high
voice called from up the beach. Spinning around Blake and Killian watched as
Amanda and her brunette side kick marched up the beach, swinging two packs of
beer in each hand. Killian groaned in his throat, Blake turned and gave his
shoulder a friendly punch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Don’t worry
Kill, it won’t get out of control,” Blake whispered, trying to keep Killian’s
disgust for alcohol a secret from the others.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian rolled
his eyes and walked toward the shore. He’d learned from experience with the
Petersons, nothing could change a person more than those drinks Amanda swung
around playfully. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian found
himself standing behind a couple as Amanda passed around the drinks. The young
man next to the girl with long chestnut-colored hair took two cans and offered
one to the her. Killian watched as she shook her head and looked away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“More for me,”
her date shrugged and laughed gulping down a large amount. The girl turned
around, disappointment written in her smooth brown skin. Killian was instantly
captivated. Her features were bright, yet also dark and fierce and her
emerald-colored eyes glistened in the sunlight forcing him to keep staring at
her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">To his
embarrassment the girl met his gazing eye and scanned him up and down.
Killian’s palms started sweating when she stepped off the log, glancing back at
the young man she was with, who was already working on his third can. She
rolled her eyes and walked toward Killian.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Hi,” she said
sweetly. “I don’t think I’ve seen you at school before.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian shrugged
stupidly. His stomach turned in knots when the girl’s perfect smile spread
across her face. “I’m Killian,” he whispered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Good to meet
you Killian. I’m Merc…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Dezzy! Dez,”
the slurred voice of the young man interrupted her. “Come on lets go have some
fun.” He pulled her closer to him and planted loud, wet kisses along her neck.
Killian shuddered at the awkward display.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Ugh, Kevin
stop. You’re a sloppy drunk.” Her voice was angry and frustrated as she tried
to push him away. The tone made Killian’s heart pound in frustration. Kevin’s
face darkened and he gripped her upper arm hard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“We’re going. <i>Now</i>.” He pulled her away back toward the
boardwalk. Killian knew she didn’t want to go with him. His skin burned as he
yearned to keep her from drunk Kevin. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Hey,” he called
after the two, but was drowned out by a loud shout of disgust.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Ahhhh! Gross!”
Blake was slowly picking up each foot and looking on in horror. “Kill! We have
to go…NOW!” Killian watched as a swaying Amanda leaned in toward Blake’s face.
Disgusted Blake pushed her away gently and marched over to Killian.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The strong smell
of vomit burned his nostrils when Blake stood next to him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“We’re outta
here,” Blake huffed. Killian looked to see if the emerald-eyed girl was still
close, but she was gone. His heart sunk, but he still laughed at Blake and his
vomit soaked shoes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Blake pulled
into Killian’s driveway and let out an exaggerated sigh. “Sorry man, this was
supposed to be an all-day thing,” he pouted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Tell Mandy not
to chug so many drinks next time, okay. Its
nasty stuff anyway.” Killian teased Blake. He was amused by what had happened,
but his thoughts often drifted to concern for the girl drug away by blubbering
Kevin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Amanda
didn't know you have a weird issue with alcohol," Blake said defensively.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"I told her
at school I hate the stuff. Come on Blake you don't honestly<i> like</i> her do you?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Why do you
say it as if it’s a bad thing?" he asked, looking confused.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"Blake,"
Killian laughed and covered his face with his hands, "the girl thought she
could chug five beers! She threw up on your shoes and <i>then</i> tried to kiss you!"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Blake squirmed
in his seat, but didn’t say anything more about Amanda. “Well, have an awesome
evening hanging out with Mama Laura! I've got to go wash this smell out of my
shoes. Maybe you guys can watch a nice
Cary Grant.” Blake laughed at his own sarcasm. Killian scoffed, but couldn’t
help but smile at the reference to Laura’s obsession. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Perhaps it was her escape from Richard</span></i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">, Killian
wondered to himself. She loved to run back in time to the simplicity of the
classics.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The house was dark inside, which was
surprising since it was so early in the evening. Killian saw all the blinds
were pulled shut and that made his hair stand on end. Setting the brown paper
bag full of taffy on the kitchen table he knew something was wrong.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Laura?” he
called out as he began to traipse the halls of the large house. He heard a thud
upstairs toward her bedroom. Killian ran up the stairs two at a time, he hadn’t
seen Richard’s car—unless…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian rushed
down the hallway even faster to the master bedroom. Often times Richard would
leave his car at the office, and lock his door so his employees would think he
was in a meeting, then slip out on the bus when he felt a rage coming on. If anyone
ever saw a battered Laura, he would have an alibi to clear his involvement. The eccentric
strategy had worked numerous times; it made Killian hate the man even more. It
revealed how premeditated and deliberate <i>all</i>
his attacks had been. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The door to the
master bedroom was cracked open. Killian paused, unsure if he dared enter the
shadowed room until the hall was filled
with a loud <i>SMACK</i> followed by a
gurgled groan. Killian burst into the room—the sight before him made his
stomach churn and he was afraid he would lose the contents on the soft Italian
carpet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Richard stood
over his wife, holding a clump of her light hair in his hand. His athletic
build heaving from the exertion of beating her down. The French cuffed,
perfectly pressed, white shirt was splattered in
fresh blood. Laura lay on the floor with her eyes closed; at least Killian imagined
they were. Her face was plastered with thick, streams of blood and swelling had
already started to set in. The room smelled metallic and it made Killian feel certain he would be sick. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Richard reeled
around at the sound of the door opening and glared at Killian, his black eyes
seething with anger and power. He smirked at the younger man as if to prove how
out of his hands the situation was. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Looking to be a
hero?" Richard hissed. "You—are—the most insig...insignificant waste
of space I have 'er seen.” The words slipped out of his mouth so slurred the
insult was barely audible—the man was obviously drunk. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The ridiculous
statement boiled beneath Killian’s skin. A strange sensation overwhelmed him;
he felt his insides being split in two. A
strange rage filled him, followed by a seething hate. It was almost as
if Killian was feeling emotions that were not his own—emotions that matched the
expression on Richard’s face. He hated the man to be sure, but not with such
passion and viciousness as he was feeling. The sensation made Killian’s head
spin—he couldn’t understand the strangeness of the feeling, but he quickly
acted on the feeling of rage, even if it was causing discomfort. The anger
built up inside him until his body seemed to perform of its own accord. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian
immediately rushed between the two people, causing Richard to stumble for a
moment. He stood over the battered, moaning woman in an attempt to protect her.
Richard stumbled toward him, tripping on his feet, but caught himself. This attack
was unlike others, Richard's eyes were pure black—there was no light. Killian
had to protect Laura, or she may not live through the night. A strange
sensation pooled in his chest, almost as if his desire to defend formed into
physical matter. He coughed and weakened slightly as the feeling seeped through
his pores and toward Laura. It was an insane thought, but he could almost see a
barrier forming around Laura, leaving her protected for the time being. Shaking
his head, he focused again on a drunken Richard. The man was attempting a
charge again, and without thought, the fire that burned through his blood
pushed his fist toward the side of Richard’s taught jaw. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Richard stumbled
backward from the blow and fell against the couple’s dresser, slicing the side
of his head. A clean trail of blood trickled down his temple from his scalp. Richard’s
mouth fell open dumbly, a flash of anger ripped through his vicious eyes. Killian recognized the hate. He
had lived with it most of his life, but he also saw hesitation now that his
foster father had witnessed a greater strength. Richard lifted his head toward
his closet and Killian’s heart pounded—he knew he kept his 9mm on the top
shelf. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian rushed
in front of his line of sight and pushed Richard back against the wall. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Don’t bother
Richard, I’m leaving, you <i>won’t</i> see
me again. Just remember every time you beat her down, you are nothing—nothing
but a worthless, sorry excuse for a man.” Killian spat at the stunned man’s
feet then rushed out of the room. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">His heart
panged. <i>Perhaps I should stay and protect
Laura</i>, he thought to himself. He quickly talked himself out of the idea,
believing that Richard may kill them both if he tried to take her. Something
inside him urged him to leave, he knew the attack on Laura was over—though he
didn't know how he knew it. Rushing down the stairs he quickly dialed 9-1-1 on
the phone in the kitchen. His breath grew ragged as he heard Richard scuffling
off the floor above him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"9-1-1 what
is your emergency?" the calm female voice sounded on the other end. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">"He
attacked her," he breathed into the phone. Before the operator could
answer, Killian left the call on the line and abandoned it to the counter. He
heard Laura's sobs, but Richard’s sloshing feet on the stairs urged him to move.
He had to leave now, or he wouldn't leave at all. Killian rushed out the front
door and ran—he knew there was only one place he would be safe. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A half hour
later, Blake shoved Killian down the stairs to his grandparents’ basement. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You really hit
him Kill? Are you crazy?” Blake breathed quietly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You should’ve
seen her, Blake. He was going to kill her, I know he would’ve.” Killian was
still reeling from the adrenaline rush of the entire ordeal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“You should’ve
called the cops man, Richard will never let you live now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I tried, but…” Killian
didn’t finish and swallowed a lump built up in his throat. Blake didn’t know
how true he believed that statement was. Richard was violent, and had no love in his heart for Killian. His life as he
had known it was over. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The two boys
rested on the soft leather couch. They sat in silence, neither knowing what to
say. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A knock came to
the front door and Blake shuffled upstairs to answer it. Killian recognized
that Blake did a lot of work for his grandparents around the house. In truth,
Killian had never met the two elderly people. Blake said they spent the
majority of their days at the country club spending their vast retirement fund.
He knew at this time of night they were most likely in bed, although it was
still early for their grandson. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Kill, uh—you
gotta come here dude,” he heard Blake’s nervous voice call from the top of the
stairs. He swallowed hard, readying himself to face Richard, who he was certain had sniffed him out to Blake’s house. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">To his surprise, he was met at the front
door by a hefty dark man in a police uniform. His lanky partner leaned against
the side of the house, putting on a stern, serious face that meant he was in no
mood for delinquent behavior. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Killian Thomas?” the officer asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Killian Thomas you are under arrest for
the assault on a Mrs. Laura Peterson, you have the right to remain silent…” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The man’s voice blurred as he continued
to read him his rights. This was not happening. He hadn’t touched Laura. The
police officer reached for his wrist to place the cold handcuffs around it, but
Killian yanked it away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“No, this isn’t right! I stopped it! It
was Richard, I called you,” Killian was shouting and desperately fighting
against the officer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Blake had a hand on his forehead and
just stared, not knowing what to do for his friend. The hefty officer gripped his wrist so hard Killian shouted out in
pain. The second, lanky officer had joined his partner and was helping detain
Killian. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“It's okay,
Kill. It will work out,” Blake shouted, trying to reassure him. “Laura will
tell them what really happened! I’ll talk
to my Grandpa, we’ll straighten this out for you! I promise.” Blake’s voice
faded as the police officers walked Killian to their patrol car. They pushed
his head briskly so he didn’t hit the side and shut the door on his face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian was sure
he was going to be sick. His shoulders
heaved up and down. "I didn't do
it," he whispered obsessively under his breath. "How is this be
happening?" Killian glared out the patrol car as he held firm to a single moment
of clarity. "Richard," he hissed. Inside he knew it was over— no one
would ever believe him over Richard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian looked
over his shoulder. Blake and several
other kids from his school sat behind him, certainly recruited by his friend. Blake
gave him a thumbs up as Laura made her way to the witness box. Killian was
dressed in a bright, pumpkin colored jumpsuit—his hands were still cuffed in
his lap. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">This was his
moment. Laura was going to tell the judge what happened and it <i>would</i> match with the statement he had
given the police. Blake had testified of his character, and he was certain the
9-1-1 call would help his case. He would finally be able to walk free of the prison
and Richard would be trading places with him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“Mrs. Peterson,
what happened on the seventh of July, the night of the assault?” a neatly
pressed lawyer asked a nervous Laura.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Laura glanced
quickly at a Killian, making brief eye contact. Her eyes were glazed with pain
and fear. Killian’s heart sunk and he shook his head. He felt a wave of emotion
overcome him. The sensation was thick and encompassing. It was guilt as he had
never felt before. He believed he was going mad, but he knew the feeling was
not his own. He had felt guilty for leaving Laura that night, but not in such a
deep, agonizing way. He knew what was going to happen even before Laura opened
her mouth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“I was alone in
my room, cleaning up before my husband came home from work. My foster son came
in—he was angry I hadn’t let him stay out with his friends longer,” Laura began
quietly, she hiccupped with emotion before continuing. “Killian, began to hit
me. I don’t know what would’ve happened if Richard hadn’t come home. Killian
pushed Richard against the dresser when he tried to stop him. Then he ran.” She
sniffled into the microphone. Killian believed his heart would rip in two. He
knew Laura wasn't his mother, but she had told him many times she wanted to be.
How could she slander him in such a way? His pain and disbelief were broken by a loud shout coming from several
rows behind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">“THAT'S A LIE!
Richard did this and you know it, Laura!”
Blake shouted, coming to his feet. The judge pounded the gavel at the commotion
that had rippled through the courtroom until the bailiff forcibly led a ranting
Blake from the room. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Laura had stepped
down and returned to her seat next to Richard, who looked directly at Killian.
His face was smug as he smiled in victory. The blackness in his eyes was filled with pure hatred.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , "serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Killian stared
at the man’s face and physically felt the stone wall build itself around his
heart. These people had, in technicality, raised him. Yet, there they were—one
controlled by fear, the other by power, sentencing him to a life of banishment.
He knew he would never forget this moment—Killian Thomas knew his faith in love
and trust would be forever tainted and damaged. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Check out yesterday's book excerpt at <b><a href="http://recipe-fairy.weebly.com/even-more-book-tours/rise-of-a-guardian-book-tour-and-excerpt">Recipe Fairy Here</a>.</b></div>
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I appreciate everyone's support and I hope the excerpts and interviews going down on the blog tour spark an interest in Rise of a Guardian. I can't wait to see where this goes and how many people--I hope--get sucked into the exciting adventure with Killian and the four realms!</div>
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Hello fellow writers and readers! I wanted to share my experience with placing Rise of a Guardian in a <b><a href="https://kindlescout.amazon.com/author/campaigns">Kindle Scout campaign</a></b>, since I've now reached the halfway mark.<br />
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First of all it has been EXCITING! Whether or not I am published through Kindle Scout I have been able to meet some amazing people and network with a slew of others I never would have met otherwise.<br />
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The things that have helped me the most with views and nominations have been posting on my personal Facebook page and boosting my post on my writer's page. That, I haven't seen amazing spikes with Fiverr or Headtalker unfortunately. I'm looking forward to the blog tour and can't wait to see the results from that event. Right now Rise of a Guardian is in the Hot category, and I hope the tour will help it stay there for a few more days. </div>
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Some thoughts about the way Amazon works. I don't feel it is necessary for books to stay in the Hot category for the entire 30 days, some do and still aren't offered a contract. I believe in anything you set out to accomplish you go all in as much as possible. I cannot pay hundreds of dollars at the moment to keep advertising, but I'm doing all I POSSIBLY can. I have received a lot of support from people around the world for my book and I have been humbled. </div>
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As I've reached the halfway point I have come to the conclusion, despite the outcome of my book, I have a GOOD BOOK. Beta readers have loved it, I have made amazing author friendships with fellow writers, my book will be read by (hopefully) thousands with or without a publishing contract, and ultimately I have done my best work with my campaign so far and with my book. </div>
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Please comment below or message me if you have had your own Kindle scout experience, or would like to know more about book one, <b><a href="https://kindlescout.amazon.com/author/campaigns">Rise of a Guardian, in The Lost Relic</a></b> series. </div>
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I used to daydream about being an novelist. How glamorous it sounded. Novelist have the BEST job ever! I envisioned a blazing fire, a hot cup of cocoa, and a cozy chair. Then I began writing a novel. Eh, sometimes it was cozy, but most days were spent in my office chair banging away at the keyboard...deleting...rewriting and trying to do it all while my kiddos were napping. My sink filled with dishes, my bed was unmade because when the small ones went to sleep I needed to write...if I ever wanted to get the book finished.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Debbie is the Cassidy half of the writing duo, Amos Cassidy. A stay at home mum with three active kids, Debbie loves nothing more than to curl up with her laptop at the end of the day and jump into whatever world she's creating that month. Debbie has co-authored several Urban Fantasy books with her writing partner, Richard Amos, but Forest of Demons is her first solo venture.</span></div>
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In my free <b><i><u><a href="http://eepurl.com/bPyk4v">Novel Outline Cheat Sheet </a></u></i></b>I go over the importance of chapters in this printable page. It helps you organize a chapter into a mini story. Your chapters all build to one main event (typically called the climax) but you have to remember each chapter must be engaging. Whether it offers back story, a battle, a mystery...anything it must keep the reader moving through the book.<br />
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The conflict in each chapter can be an inner turmoil, a fight, an obstacle the characters must get around to keep moving on their quest, a mysterious stranger. Anything your mind can create, large or small. Conflict creates pizzazz, substance...the juice of the book so naturally I believe each chapter should have a conflict within its words.<br />
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I'm a big pusher on conflict. I love it in books...well I hate it too...but I love it. It's frustrating when in your head you are screaming at book characters to watch out, or don't let this one bad thing change who they are. My biggest one is love issues. Ugh, just COMMUNICATE you silly fictional boys and girls. Right? Most of the love conflicts are misunderstandings! But it sure keeps me reading to find out how it plays out.<br />
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I wanted to share the excerpt from The Forgotten Realms: Rise of a Guardian where my main character, Killian, begins the real big conflict. He's falsely accused and his life is forever changed. This is the real beginning of the fantastic adventure he will soon go on.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><i>A knock came to
the front door and Blake shuffled upstairs to answer it. Killian recognized
that Blake did a lot of work for his grandparents around the house. In truth,
Killian had never met the two elderly people. Blake said they spent the
majority of their days at the country club spending their vast retirement fund.
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stern, serious face that meant he was in no mood for delinquent behavior.</i></span></div>
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Kill. It will work out,” Blake shouted, trying to reassure him. “Laura will
tell them what really happened! I’ll talk
to my Grandpa, we’ll straighten this out for you! I promise.” Blake’s voice
faded as the police officers walked Killian to their patrol car. They pushed
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><i>Killian was sure
he was going to be sick. His shoulders
heaved up and down. "I didn't do
it," he whispered obsessively under his breath. "How is this be
happening?" Killian glared out the patrol car as he held firm to a single
moment of clarity. "Richard," he hissed. Inside he knew it was over— no
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02838064019693115209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615803114470645336.post-20734347449337570172016-02-03T13:15:00.002-08:002016-02-03T13:15:19.531-08:00My Query Letter that got me a full request<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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For months I heard crickets when it came to my query letter. After having no return from sending my letter to small and large presses/agents I set out on a journey of becoming a successful self-publisher.<br />
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Well low and behold this morning I received and email from one of my long forgotten query letter recipients requesting a full manuscript. Now, for those who may not know this does not mean a publishing contract this means they were "hooked" and want to read the entire manuscript. I stared at the email for a while before realizing that "Wow, I actually received a response."<br />
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At this point, I'm interested in sending the manuscript, but I know I will still have to do much of the promoting. From other authors I've heard this is very common in today's world; publishers do not just do everything for you. I've invested in <b><i><a href="http://www.yourfirst10kreaders.com/">Nick Stephenson's 10K reader program</a></i></b> and I LOVE IT so far. It is teaching me so much about promoting, keywords, mail lists etc. So even if I send the manuscript and even if they love it, I'm still leaning toward self-pub.<br />
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**I should note this particular publishing company loves Indie authors and likes to know authors know how to help promote their books which is typical in today's world. That is why I wrote about what I understand about digital advertising a promotion. From my experience it is key to make sure you personalize every detail of your letter. I'll update you on my next moves.<br />
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Dear Ms. -----,<br />
I am a new author seeking publication for my Young Adult fantasy novel, The Forgotten Realms: The Rise of a Guardian. The manuscript is complete at 87,000 words and is the first in a planned trilogy. I believe you will find interest in my manuscript due to your call for stories filled with diverse voices and unique settings readers will never forget. I am confident The Relics will take readers on an uplifting adventure stocked with thrilling worlds, enthralling characters, and enchanting friendships.<br />
Magic and myths never held stock with Killian Thomas, frankly fairy tales were for the dim-minded. But when a secret-society that calls themselves the Trinity sends deadly Malumian wolves to kill him dark legends of old become all too real.<br />
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After the near fatal attack he is whisked away to the highly advanced world of the Ponderi by Blake, an undercover Ponderi guardian. The ancient community protects the four realms of the Hemisphere. Killian soon learns the family he thought abandoned him as a young boy has deep roots in the Ponderi's mysterious world, and may even be alive but in hiding. Killian's bloodline is strong, and his is one of four families charged with protecting powerful relics. Now the relics are lost, and the Ponderi are desperate to find them before the Trinity does. Without Killian and the strength of a mysterious ability manifesting in his mind, the Trinity will find the lost relics first. They plan to use them to destroy his home realm, which they view as an abomination, along with countless innocent lives. It's up to Killian, and his new friends, to find the relics before the bloodthirsty society; but sometimes the closest allies are also the most devious enemies. <br />
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The Forgotten Realm Series is an epic fantasy adventure full of alternate realms, powerful magic, inspiring lessons of love and trust, and wrenching betrayal. The series will take fantasy fans on an unforgettable journey they will read again and again.<br />
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I am a writer by passion, and have spent several years developing my skill and community through blogging and networking. I have gained confidence in digital publishing strategies and social media marketing through numerous courses and study, but there is always more to learn. I feel passionate about my books, and want to help readers find and fall in love with The Forgotten Realms without getting lost in an endless mountain of books. Writing allows me a wonderful outlet to escape the beautiful, but crazy day to day, and I feel a deep satisfaction when readers find their own escape through my stories. Thank you for your time and consideration. I look forward to hearing from you.<br />
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L.J. Andrews (Pen Name)<br />
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Many of you who are trekking out onto the scary journey of Indie authorship may have heard the eBook giant, Amazon is making some <b><i><a href="https://kdp.amazon.com/help?topicId=200952510">quality control crack downs</a></i></b> beginning in a few weeks.</div>
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At first the rumors flew that if a word was misspelled the beloved novel would get a glaring yellow warning to readers to stay clear. I had a mini panic attack because...well I write fantasy...a.k.a I made up A LOT of words.</div>
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Then after a quick breather and some research I realized this was not going to be the case. In fact, I determined this will be a GOOD THING. There are so many books on Amazon, I have truly found some gems as a reader, BUT not to sound harsh--there is also a lot of crap.</div>
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I've purchased books and found it littered with typos which is agitating and distracting. There have been several books that I loved the first chapter then as I continued reading it turned into a graphic, dark sexual creeper book when the description stated it was a <i>soft romance</i>, maybe my definition of soft is too soft, I'm not sure.</div>
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The good part about all this is I know you, my writing friends, will dot your 'I's' and cross your 'T's'. You will find a good editor before publishing (please). You will present a professional brilliant book that will be enjoyed by your readers. <i>Because</i> you will do all these things, your book will have no reason to worry about an ugly warning sticker. This will give you that much more of an advantage over another book in your genre that took the easy way and published before the novel was ready.</div>
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Amazon is constantly changing their policies, as indie authors all we can do is adjust our strategies and tactics and roll with it to ensure we have a long term, successful career. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02838064019693115209noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615803114470645336.post-53282031709871130652016-01-08T12:50:00.001-08:002016-01-08T12:50:12.674-08:00How to Write Good Dialogue<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Writing isn't easy. <i>Duh,</i> you might say. I have discovered during my novel writing experience that I am able to produce a quality idea, setting, and overall story, BUT I have a big problem with Fluff.</div>
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What do I mean by fluff? I mean all the little sentences and words that distract the reader or take the fun of imagination away. Sometimes while I'm writing I TELL a little too much, instead of SHOW the reader. </div>
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There are several places fluff can appear: Scene transitions, Dialogue, and mental thoughts/actions by characters. I'd like to show you an example from all of these areas today. I hope it helps you feel a little more confident as you go through the revision process of your own writing.</div>
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An example of a good exposition writing (when writing is used to inform, explain or describe.) This can be dull in a book, and it isn't necessary to say every little thing a character does. As a reader I don't need to see this: Maria wanted to go walking. She bent down and pulled her shoes on. She tied her laces then placed her jacket over her shoulders. Maria sighed as she turned off the light and opened the door. She stepped into the hallway anxious for her walk, and to get away. She pushed the elevator button....blah, blah, blah. </div>
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With the above example a reader can envision what the character is doing, but it gets kind of boring. Do you really need to describe everything? I don't need to know she turned off the light, or laced her shoes. I can <i>assume </i>she would lace her shoes after pulling them on. I also can assume she is pulling on tennis shoes since she's going walking, so naturally they would have laces. <b>Wordy. Fluffy. No good.</b></div>
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Here is an excerpt from my soon to be released novel <b><i><a href="http://www.awannabewriter.com/2016/01/the-relics-book-one-blurb.html">The Relics</a></i>. </b>After some editing, this is a good example of transitioning settings, while quickly allowing the reader into the character's head and thoughts to gather info on the new setting. </div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"><b>"</b>The ride to the campus was uneventful; none
of the men spoke to one another. The few guards assigned to their small crew
sat at the front of the van at strong
attention, awaiting Brooks' orders. As Killian waited for the other crew
members and group of guards to pile out
the door upon arrival, he looked out the window at the bright campus across the street. The college was clean and busy,
surrounded by beautiful wooded areas full of trails and picnic spots. Students
and staff shuffled by the neatly hedged bushes next to the college marquee."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">If I went on this way for another paragraph I would be borderline fluffy and boring. But this paragraph is all there is until a new dialogue and action piece begin. It lets the reader understand the new setting and what the character is seeing. It also shows the dynamic between the van of inmates and the guards present. <b>Be quick, set up the new setting, move on.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Now, onto dialogue. Dialogue can stretch rules a bit because it is an actual person talking so it needs to sound like a real person might talk. But it can get really fluffy real fast if you spend too much time describing their inner thoughts, feelings etc. Not that those are bad to describe just don't go overboard (I do it ALL the time)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Allow me to set the scene for this dialogue so you might gauge a picture from body language as well as words. Killian (Protagonist) has been working on his work release crew at the college campus mentioned above. Mercedes (Protagonist) was harassed by a former boyfriend and Killian ended up giving him a bloody nose in a confrontation. Mercedes had met Killian before he was sent to prison, so seeing him in his prison attire then fighting in front of her has caused some concern. Okay, now see if you can get a sense for how both characters are feeling when they speak.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Good Concise Dialogue:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">"Sorry about that. It’s Dez, right?"
he asked holding the books out to her. She lowered her hands and accepted the
books, but said nothing. Killian gave an awkward smile, his eyes glancing
around as he slowly backed away from her.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">"Alright,
well...glad you're okay. I was just trying to help," he said clenching his
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<b>Use body language, descriptive words, and punctuation</b> to let the reader <i>feel</i> what's happening, and understand how each character is responding to situations.</div>
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Now finally, I want to show you an example of a fluffy sentence I had, and how easy it is to remove fluff. Though it isn't always easy to recognize without another pair of eyes look for words you've used like: <b>obviously, inwardly, felt etc</b>. If those are used too often you can probably take them out and write what is going on physically so the reader will feel it and understand on their own. Or maybe they'll feel something different than you did as the author. That's okay. Reading/Writing is subjective. If the reader has a different emotional response toward a character great, that's the fun of reading. </div>
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This is the same setting with Killian and Mercedes before the fight. He's overhearing what the jerk ex-boyfriend is saying.</div>
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That's it. I just took out the last sentence. My hope is that through other dialogue and events before this situation comes up the reader can see that Killian is not one that likes to involve himself with others. This simply describes what he is doing. He wants to hear the conversation. That's it. That's what I want readers to know.</div>
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I hope these personal examples help you look at your writing different. I still need to work on these too, but each time I write I'm getting better. </div>
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