Short Story

"They've all gone on a large mission with him, but since this is the base of operations so to speak,

“No. She talked about some underground railroad, but didn’t tell me where she was headed.”

“Damn, I’m sorry, mate. I had no idea. And I don’t know how you kept it from me.”

“I’m afraid she’s still away, I have yet to hear from her or her bodyguards.” Kragen responded.

“I just sent you texts with the pictures that I just took of her. The rangers are taking her to their HQ.”

My only comfort came from Jake. He was my best friend, my rock, my one reason to live.

“I can only hope. But I’m not through with her. I’m going to find out as much as possible about this relationship.”

He did not want to scare her away. His footfalls are audible in the silent night, reaching out to her, each step bringing them closer together. Their turmoil of emotions rivals a hurricane, fear, fury and rage but most of all love shines in her eyes. Pure adoration is reflected in his. One foot forward, step by step, the space between them ceased to exist. Prowling forward, pushing her backwards into the building and onto the elevator, he corners her. Unnerved, she stands still in disbelief, doubting that he is really here. Staring at his face, his chiseled jaw, the definition in his shoulders, it seemed that wherever he went he had been worked hard. A calloused hand comes up and brushes a strand of hair from her face.

“I don't know who she is anymore, or who she was, but I need to find her.”

“Christian, at least I’ve had a girlfriend,” I say, emphasizing that last part. I glance to my left at Magnolia Kürtze. “Besides, why aren’t you bringing anything home?”

He hesitates a moment longer, then looks over my shoulder and gives a quick wave of his hand. A few seconds later, a hand touches my shoulder. I turn my hand reaching for one of the knives at my belt, then pause when I take in a massive olive skinned man standing in front of me.

I shake my head and laugh. “She might of, but I don’t see her much.”

Unable to do anything but sit there in the same spot, I watch the doorway, as though he would come back if I didn’t move. I don’t cry until the others are asleep. I’ve heard of shattered hearts, broken hearts, but I don’t feel like that. It’s like a crushing weight that presses on my body. It’s something I fight with every breath to rise against, and every time it takes a little more of me. How could he leave me? How could he make me choose?

The sound of dripping water caused Kiara took look up from her desk. It had been raining and drops of pooled water were dripping onto her window. The Princess sat in her private chambers while gazing lazily at a stack of treaties that her father had told her to study. She had a long time before she would become Queen, but her father refused to let her enjoy her spare time. He always wanted her studying up on the latest information from all of the neighboring kingdoms. More specifically the kingdom to the northwest. A kingdom filled to the brim with demonic beings. She had seen them before. Her father liked to entertain traveling nobility. When she snuck out of the castle to wander the market she would sometimes see them as well. The market

For fifteen minutes, they followed the route on the tag until they reached a cave.