Short Story : Chapter 1

Jarrod felt her father’s eyes on him, causing the nerves he’d built up to shake apart, but he got them under control and cleared his throat. “I didn’t know you were leaving.”

“Believe it or not kid, I’ve been looking out for you,” Cide said. Femca shook her head.

Xion created a dark portal, today would be her first solo mission, partly because she wanted to prove her own worth, but mostly because was too distraught to think about getting a partner.

As the clusters of ministers argued the proposal amongst themselves, Cretech watched their faces, hoping for telltale signs that might allow him an insight into their intentions. He felt suddenly moved by an unusual flood of emotion and stopped to examine it. Courage? No, it was confidence. He was sure the vote would be victorious, and with that knowledge, he wandered across the floor to join his blue-sashed compatriots, their votes were never in dispute, although they did not hold a majority alone.

''I don’t get it.'' Firmly said Barry after a long silence, feeling his strength slowly, but surely, coming back to him, finally regaining the ability to sit straight on the rock wall behind him. ''What are we doing here?''

“We’re almost there, Ron. Just wait.” Katherine chuckled. Ron, a solid build for 25 year old, picked himself off the tiny bush. They tiptoed through dead brush around a forgotten path, lit by pale moonlight. The trees looked like death and the air was dry and empty, filled with silence. No birds chirping, no crickets, no wind in the leaves, only the crackle of dead weeds beneath their feet. Through the shadows of the forest stood two trees different from the rest, yet so subtle it’s almost invisible to see if you don't know what to look for. Two small branches at shoulder height, one coming from each of the trees, linked

From the moment her eyes blinked to an open, she knew it was a dream.

“Hardly. Since I took your advice and offered the option to order gift certificates electronically, and I had the website updated, like you suggested, the store is more profitable than ever. You deserve this, and I won’t hear another word about it. Now go home. You worked your ass off today.”

He walked over to a large arched gate at the far end of the room. On the other side of the gate was...nothing. A pitch-black void.

The Sun had set over Silnlian as four travelers made their way to the Rose Inn. Two of them were clad in armor, and had weapons ready. Their Elven ears could be seen as they were alert. Not from ambushers, but rather alert of one of the two they escorted. They followed a beautiful Krystaling, whose purple skin was adorned by the silken fabric and jewelry she wore. Her weapon hung at her side, unbloodied. The hair tassels indicated that she was of noble birth.

Sah’ra paced back and forth in her room—lost in her thoughts. She had been a member of a previous security detail. Through that experience, she was one of the few who understood the danger humans posed to the other galaxies.

“No!” the small girl standing there cried. “Take her,” Raven said, “bring her to the compound.” “Help!” the small girl exclaimed as she was being pulled from her sister’s arms. Raven circled the next girl, sizing her up like a predator. “This one, the leader would like as a maid. Take her to the Capitol.” She went with the guard quietly, not ever resisting , fighting. “Burn the house and put the other members in prison for treason!” Raven ordered, striding to her vehicle, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

But, I've known her since kindergarten which is long enough for me to be able to know when she’s lying. She always looks away from you and rubs her foot against the ground. I could tell how hard she was trying to hide the fact she was lying. But, despite her efforts, it was obvious.

I thought I'd failed, especially when I couldn't get my results on the website. I'm still wondering why the system rejected me. Call and find out. What they did to you wasn't right. - Kat and I are partnering up to buy Capsy's.

“Hey, Kat, I have an idea of where to look first.’’ Kat looked at me with her worried eyes and I told her my plan. “We can first check Salim’s favourite place to go,” I said. We ran around the corner and down the street to the nursing home where our great uncle Frederick resided. We burst into Frederick’s castle-like room and tore it up like a bull would in a china shop. Salim didn’t appear to be anywhere in sight, but neither did Frederick. He could barely even walk, let alone escape his room. We called Frederick’s son Sebastian to see if he knew.