Arched Wing Series
Friday, March 2, 2012
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Saturday, February 11, 2012
Broken Wing-Chapter 2 "Arched Wing Series"
2
An
Evil Falcon
I
stood outside of the MacMillan Dorm hall. The cold breeze was in my hair. Would
Falcon like the way I looked now, or was he use to me being so posh, popular
looking? My once auburn hair was now a lemony blonde, with choppy, shoulder
length layers that framed my face. Call me Hayden, cause I swear I was all
Bring it On styled after her.
Without a dash of mascara, my big,
mahogany colored eyes were not highlighted, I wished I had stopped and put on
makeup this morning. My pale white skin sparkled in the sunlight, I wasn’t sure
what time of the year it was, but I was sure that it was a very bright place
that I was living.
Maybe it was possible that I was back
where I started? Could I still be living with my family, in high, only I wasn’t
in Night’s Kill, I was living in Toledo: a small town south of Olympia, the
capital. Toledo was a thirty-minute bus ride from the college, which was an
outlet for the University. To top it all off, the mirror of destiny was here,
and it looked like, based off of leaving the house this morning, that I was
living next to my mirror.
Bit by bit, the truth was sinking in. Home,
my world, my actions, they were all gone. Odette most likely didn’t have the
Grimmior, then again, who knows. Could I take another surprise. I reached for
the door handle.
Awkwardly,
I paused, I wasn’t sure what to do or say. Would Falcon know me? Would Falcon
be the same person? Would I see him with a different woman? How did this world
get like this? I needed answers.
I thought back to what Sky had sad before
I passed out, how she had told me she was going to steal my man. Had she done
this to my world, changed it? She could manipulate time and space, and she
could seek out and find new alternate worlds. That must be where I was, an
alternate reality. Great, now my life is a Sci-fi novel!
In the past, before I met Falcon and faced
off with Gramhach, I would have thought that this was all a dream. I would have
overlooked the paranormal realities before me. Rationality would have set in,
and medication would have been asked for. Then again, if I hadn’t meet Falcon,
waking up popular would have all seemed normal to me, but now, with my destiny
shown to me, magic is what is normal.
Yanking with all my might, I attempted to
open the dorm door. However, I quickly discovered it was locked, so, I turned
and looked next to me. There was a slider for a key card, but I wasn’t going to
let that keep me from seeing Falcon. “Open for me,” I whispered to it.
The
door made a beeping noise, and this time I was able to pull it open. This was
it, the almighty threshold that contained the path to Falcon, to my answers, but,
most importantly, to a secret I wished I had known back in the car this
morning.
That rationally part of my mind (because
I’m so rational, as if) said that Sky couldn’t steal Falcon from me. I mean, he
loves me, he waited his whole immortal life, searching, to find and train me,
and love me. There is living proof, a demon named Belthazar, that Falcon and I
are soul mates. Sky can’t change that, and Sky can’t take what doesn’t belong
to her.
Still, what was it that Sky had altered.
This world didn’t just randomly become dramatically different than my own,
while still following the same timeline. Something was different in the past,
something huge. I would have to discover what it was.
I stood in the dorm’s main hall, watching
people pass by. A group of giggling girls rushed pass to catch the opening
elevator. They were so pretty. Once again, my heart, filled with low self
esteem in romance, was afraid Falcon was with another woman. I had an image of
him with the whole group, doing horrid things, painted all too clearly in my
mind.
Why didn’t I believe he was only in love
with me? Dru had the lush, vixen Christian follow him all around, and I never
once question his feelings for me. Wait, why would I, I mean, I don’t love
Dru…right?
Oh, how I wish I was Piper Halliwell, then
I wouldn’t have to worry if Falcon was with another woman, I could just blow
her up. No bitch was going to take my man!
Time wasn’t on my side, Falcon might leave
and I could miss him. The map in the classroom gave me his location broadly
speaking, now I needed a room. I turned to the bulletin board and yanked the
printed copy of the room layout off the wall.
The
man behind the desk looked at me like I was insane, but I didn’t care. Swiftly,
I dropped the printed map onto a table, yanked the crystal from my pocket, and
started to Skry again.
It dropped quickly, floor three-room
twenty-six. Now that the map didn’t matter, I simply left it on the table as I
headed for the elevator. The crystal, on the other hand, I shoved back in my
pocket, I might need it again.
Sadly, I did look like a complete freak,
but I wasn’t going to let my pride keep me from my destiny. That destiny being
finding Falcon and enjoying a sweaty moment of greatly needed passion.
Falcon was the air that I breathed. He was
my heart’s love song. Oh, great, now I sound like a clingy weak girl in one of
those cheesy novels. Okay, Sam, get a grip!
What if Falcon didn’t know my name? What
if Falcon wasn’t a half demon? What if Falcon was a full demon? What if Falcon
was evil? (Could I possibly use What if one more time? I’m driving myself
crazy!)
Could
I handle it if Falcon was evil? I didn’t want to be like Katherine. She cared
more about being good, and doing the right thing for this world that she left
Belthazar, her true love. I am her reincarnation, does that mean I will choose
Dru, because he is a human with no evil trace? Or, will I be my own persona,
and pick the dangerous brother?
“You just seem to get more beautiful every
day,” I heard the voice, and turned on my heel. I knew who it was. That was
Dru.
“Dru,”
I stated his name as neither a question nor exclamation. “Are you here for
Falcon?”
“No, I am here for you. The seer Mazeena
found me, and told me what happened to you last night. The you of your world.”
Dru had been leaning against the wall, across from the elevator.
The shadows of the hallway arches played
on his perfectly chiseled face. Like sparkling beacons, his shatter blue eyes
called out to me, and his midnight hair was inviting as it brushed his neck. He
was looking as handsome as ever. I mean, um…er, just like Falcon. Right, yah,
he looks just like Falcon, that is the only reason I think Dru is attractive.
“I know that you’re stuck in this
alternate reality, at least alternate from your own.” Dru straightened up so he
was no longer leaning.
“You
know what is going on!” I rushed to his side, and hugged him just as tight as I
could. “Finally, I know I’m not crazy.”
“No, actually I only know what Mazeena
told me. She told me about you raising her, the team of Wingers, and about you being sent to this new world.” Dru embraced
me back. He hand was gently petting my hair, his grip so tight, yet loving. It
was like he was hanging onto my affection for dear life.
Long moments passed, us holding each
other. I could help it, snuggling down into his arms, allowing the rush of heat
radiating from his body to overpower me.
“She
told me about the Falcon and Dru of your world.” Dru kissed the top of my head.
“Can you help me get back?” I asked, pulling
away from Dru’s warm chest.
“No,” Dru said with sorrow in his eyes. “I
wish I could. I’d do anything for you. Besides, your world has something about
it that makes it a little better than this one, at least, in some areas.”
“It does?” Now I was curious. What did my
world have that his didn’t, other than a Sam who didn’t love Clairol too much?
I closed my eyes to listen, maybe Dru
would think it. I wanted the answer right then.
“Yes,
also about what you were thinking just now…”
“You were listening in on me?” I demanded
turning and storming off.
“You did it to me,” Dru toyed.
I am
so killing Mazeena! “What about what I was thinking,” I shot, stiffly.
“You don’t know the whole story about
Katherine. She could have left Odette bound with the book, like you planned.
Once someone bonds with the Grimoire you can destroy it.”
“Maybe she didn’t know.” I was being
hopeful. If Katherine had know, and chosen not to act, then she would have been
choosing Belthazar.
“She knew. Katherine also knew that if she
destroyed the Grimoire that Belthazar, who is blood and soul bound to it would
be destroyed as well. She chose to hide his book instead of save this world
because she loved him more than she loved mankind.” Dru didn’t look away as he
spoke, he didn’t blink. His eyes stayed locked with mine. It seemed, Dru wanted
the truth to be very clear to me.
I
gasped. “That is a lie!” I placed a hand to my heart. “Katherine you have to
tell me it is a lie!”
Katherine didn’t say anything.
“You can hear her?” Dru caressed my cheek.
Though, it didn’t feel like he was trying to get to Katherine. Thankfully, he
always treated me like Sam, and never compared me to Katherine. At least, he
never did out loud. “Does she tell you what to do sometimes?” He asked with interest
in his eyes. “Does she make you weak? Katherine was a weak woman when it came
to men. My Sam could hear her too, but she used a spell to remove her voice.”
“What, are you in love with Katherine?” I
asked.
“No.” Dru ran his finger down my neck, and
across my collar bone. Shivers of delight shot down my spine. “I love you.”
“Me?” The world must have just stopped
spinning. “I love,” I almost said ‘you too.’ It is official, I have lost my
mind! “I mean, well, you know…” Now, I was rambling. I didn’t love Dru. I
couldn’t stand Dru, all we did around each other was fight.
“Because you won’t admit to yourself how
you really feel.” Dru leaned forward and kissed me. Automatically, though I
shouldn’t have, I started to kiss him back.
Thankfully, he pulled away. “I know you
are in love with Falcon, so, I won’t stop you from seeing him. I just want you
to know that I am here for you. And you are going to need me,” Dru warned.
I smiled. “Thank you.” As a reward for
being so nice to me I kissed him again, but only as a reward. It did feel good,
though. “You know, if you were nice like this all the time, instead of a bossy
trainer, we could be great friends.”
“We are.” Dru smiled, a real smile,
without a trace of lust in his eyes. In fact, I wasn’t sure what emotion was in
his eyes, but it made his face so soft, like he was glowing with joy.
I pressed the elevator button, Dru
standing by my side. I guess he was going to follow me up.
“Is there something in this world that I
don’t know?” I was recalled the car ride to the high school, the way Betsy
talked about Dru, but now about Falcon. “Something between us? My friend knew
you but she didn’t know Falcon.”
Dru looked down at the ground. “I hate to
have to tell you this.” He kicked his foot backward, tapping it against the
ground. “I’m the brother you chose.”
“I’m your girlfriend?”
“Yes.” Dru smiled at me when he answered. “Just,
be calm with Falcon, he might think you are about to kill him.”
“Kill him?”
The elevator dang, and the doors opened.
“Going up?” Dru smiled, extending his hand
toward the doors.
“Coming?”
“No, I’ll take the stairs, that way I can
be good back up.”
“Back up?” I didn’t get a chance to finish
questioning him, the doors shut. I pressed the correct button and awaited my
floor.
My
heart was beating in my chest like a sledge hammer. I couldn’t breathe. What
Dru had said was making me lean more toward the fact that Falcon may be evil.
I slowly, and quietly, walked down the
hallways toward Falcon’s room. I saw him, he was standing there punching in his
entry numbers.
Tiny locks of toe head hair brushed
against his shatter blue eyes as he moved. His ivory skin was still like velvet
as the small rays of light touched down on him from the small hallway window.
He pushed the door open and entered his
dorm room. He was still a blonde, and that meant that he was still a half
demon. Some things just don’t change. Could Dru and Falcon hate one another in
this world? Is that what Sky change?
I was standing in front of his door. I
wanted to knock. I raised my hand to knock, but I just couldn’t make myself do
it. I was shaking from head to toe in shock. I kept thinking about what Dru had
said.
The door opened just as I started to
knock. I hit Falcon in the face.
“What was that for you bloody tit head?”
Falcon seethed.
“How
was I supposed to know you were going to open the door first?” I rebutted with
an angry voice. Looks like we were back to our old ways in no time.
“What do you want?” Falcon asked staring
me down.
“Falcon, do you remember me?” I asked. “Do
you know my name?”
“Sam, I don’t have time for your stupid,
little games!” Falcon replied. “How did you know where I live?”
“Skrying.” I tapped my foot against the
floor nervously.
Falcon’s
eyes lit up. “Is Dru with you, little De Dan?”
Oddly enough, Falcon didn’t seem to fear
me, so, Dru had to be wrong about him thinking I was going to kill him. Beside,
why would I want to kill Falcon?
“No, why would he be?” I asked in a coy
voice.
“Come
in.” Falcon raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “So, why did you feel the need to
leave your boyfriend, and come see me?” Falcon shut and locked the door behind
me.
“Dru isn’t my boyfriend.” I turned toward
him. “You are.”
Falcon was still leaning against the door
with his back to me. “Sky warned me about you. She told me that you were
already won to the side of good.”
“Sky told me she was going to steal you
from me. Then she put me in this world.”
“Sky said you couldn’t love a demon.”
Falcon turned to face me. His eyes were sheer onyx. “But, I didn’t need Sky’s
advice to know that, I mean, after all, you did try and kill me already.”
“Sky is wrong. I want you. I don’t care
that you are half demon.” I smiled.
“Prove it.”
“Whatever
you want, I will do it.”
Falcon walked a small circle around me. It
was like he was cornering his prey. “Let me kill you,” Falcon stated.
I looked at him in confusion. “You are
crazy. Why would you want to kill me?”
“If I can’t make you evil then I don’t
want you to stand in my way,” Falcon said coldly.
I ran for the door, but it was locked.
Falcon pinned me against the hard wood. “I can hear him. His breathing is like
an echo,” Falcon whispered into my ear. “You said he wasn’t with you.”
The
door open beneath me, and I fell forward. Dru had been waiting on the other
side of the door, just as promised. His tight, protective embrace cocooning me
in safety. He had been right, Falcon thought I was going to murder him.
Quickly, Dru pushed me to the ground beside
of him. “Run,” He demanded.
Awkwardly,
I stood, brushed myself off, and started to run. I hadn’t thought that Falcon
would try and kill me. Boy, did I need a wakeup call. I understood now, what
Sky had done to steal my man, she made him the one thing I was still fighting
to believe I could live with…evil.
He was evil now, but making Falcon evil
didn’t change that I loved him. It just changed that I couldn’t be around him
because he wanted to murder me!
I reached the main office, and stopped to
look over my shoulder. Dru was fighting with his brother. What if Dru killed
Falcon? Wait, they are immortal, you can’t kill them. Oh, great, I am so
screwed! I can’t defend myself.
“Pretty-Kitty,
why is the new Katherine McHarrison so weak?” I heard Falcon’s voice again. He
called me Katherine, that stupid asshole!
“I am not Katherine! I am a different
person.” I didn’t care that I was weak, and he was immortal. I was going to
kick his ass. Falcon should know that I am not McHarrison. I am Sam. Samantha
Morgan!
I
balled my fist. “You are going to regret your words Falcon.” I was going to
beat the good back into him. Someone get me a sledgehammer, I have some happy
thoughts to implant!
“Stop, this is not going to work!” Dru
shouted from behind me.
“What do you mean, Druskin?” Falcon asked.
“Let her choose, good or evil,” Dru
replied walking up to me. He stepped in front of me, partially at least, to
protect me in case Falcon lunged forward to attack again.
“What
is the meat of the deal?” Falcon tilted his head as he spoke.
“We cannot force Samantha to choose, or
seduce her into choosing.”
“No sex?” Falcon had a disappointed look
on his face, but I’m sure mine was worse. I couldn’t sleep with either of my
men?! This was totally not fair, I am a woman, I need sex and to feel loved.
“With anyone,” I interjected, thinking for
a moment. I didn’t want the unhappy Falcon to go off on a “using women like
tissues” spree because he couldn’t have me. “This is a deal about me so I get a
say. You two can’t sleep with me or other people.”
“Pick a time or event to be the end date,”
Dru commanded, sorrow was dancing in his eyes. Was he sad about losing me as a
girlfriend, kind of losing me at least? No, way, Dru doesn’t really like me, I’m
sure. He, he couldn’t have meant it when she said he loved me.
I
rolled my eyes. “Prom,” I answered. Prom was always the big date in teen movies,
so, why not? “And, on that whole sex note, I have a new add on. I can enjoy
either of you just not going as far as sex. I don’t want to be forbidden to
kiss or anything.”
“Yes.” Falcon smiled. “By prom, without
any force, seduction, or…” He looked at Dru harshly. “Forbidding Samantha to
see one of us…” Falcon looked at me again. “You, Samantha, will have to choose
good or evil. Dru or I.”
“Deal,”
We all three said in unison.
Falcon turned, and stormed off. The boy at
the desk counter was in an unblinking stare, looking at me like I was flying
off the freaking handle.
“Go back to work,” I hissed. Turning, I
smiled up at Dru. “Dru, is the Sam of this world really your girlfriend?”
“Yes.
Mazeena told me about your world. She said I wasn’t your, how did she phrase it,
‘Future Hubby Cherry Picker’ in your world.”
I giggled. That sounded like Mazeena. “So,
you know in my world I love Falcon.”
“Don’t worry.” Dru grinned. “I’ll win you
back. We are hand fasted after all.”
“hand fasted? We’re married?” I think the
world had just came to a crashing halt!
Broken Wing-Chapter 1 "Arched Wing Series"
1
A whole new nightmare
Love…well,
that seemed like the best way to start the story, oh so, long ago. It wasn’t.
Who am I kidding? Death, lust, and fear would have been a better way to start
the story. BTW, I finally taught that walrus to ride a bike, and I didn’t need
my training wheels. Well, this time my clicker works, so, on with the show…er…book folks.
After
what I am sure was some time, my eyes fluttered open again. My head was
pounding like a sledgehammer. Darkness surrounded and engulfed me, and a plush
fabric was laying over me, wrapped around my whole body. Was I trapped
somewhere? Could I be buried alive? Seriously, I know Sky hates me that much.
I could hardly breathe. My face was hot
and clammy. Where was the string for a dead ringer when you needed one?! Before
I knew it I screaming out in fear as I quickly sat up.
Blankets flew backward with the jolting of
my body, it seemed that was what I had been trapped beneath? Gingerly, I
touched the pulled cotton of the bright pink bedding. These were my blankets, from the house that was
burned down. With confusion as to how I could be holding a ruined object I
surveyed the area.
The
room was two stories tall with a half room width second story. The room, itself,
was really large, and painted a subtle salmon color. Posters, pictures, and
mixed wall paper pieces covered the walls like the inside of a teen girl’s
scrapbook. I blinked a few times because I didn’t know this room, and it wasn’t
mine, despite having my bedding and teddy bears. There was no way I could own
such a big house or all of the exquisite furnishings that lavished my
surroundings.
“Sammie, are you awake yet?”
I
froze. My heart was shattering. That was my mother’s
voice.
My mother entered the room, causing the
door to crinkle against the carpet. I looked up at her with tears in my eyes,
and my heart sank.
Was this heaven? It wasn’t possible for
this to be anything else because my mother was dead. I saw her body in those flames
while I fought Melzabar, and I was still blaming myself for her death. This
must be a dream!
“Get dressed sweetheart.” Mother drew back
the curtains allowing rays of pale yellow sunlight to pour across the floor.
The
brightness overpowered me and I began rubbing my eyes for clarity in vision.
“Dressed for what?”
“School, silly,” She replied.
“Why am I going to school?” I shook my
head. Last year I had graduated from high school, and I hadn’t had the courage
to rush off to state college yet. I had worked so hard to graduate a year
earlier than I should have. What was mom talking about?
“Because
you aren’t sick anymore.” She was a just as I remembered her, clad in a floral,
handmade apron with the smell of white chocolate, caramel brownies lingering
around her.
“Sick?” I mumbled as a question, and
pinched myself because I knew this had to be a dream, only the pinch hurt. So, I
wasn’t dreaming, and I wasn’t in heaven? Where was I?
“Yes, sweet heart. You’ve been taking
medication for the flue for a good three days,” my mother replied.
My
jaw dropped, and my eyes flew wide. There was nothing that could keep me from
flipping out as badly as I was.
In terror I grabbed fistfuls of my hair
and shook my head trying to escape the words. Then, locks of my hair fell down
in front of my eyes, and I really lost it.
“I’m blonde!” I looked at the dangling
strands of hair in utter bewilderment and fear. “What happened to my auburn
hair?”
“You’re the head cheerleader, sweetie. You
dyed it freshman year, remember? It’s unheard of to have a warm haired leader.”
My mother shut the door behind her.
I ran my hands down my body and into my
lap, when I happened to feel the leather-bound diary that was Falcon’s and saw
my engagement ring. Falcon and magick couldn’t possibly be a dream, not if I
still had the two things from my reality that I hadn’t handed over to Mazeena.
Head
cheerleader, blonde, and still in high school? What is going on! Where am I?
That
was how my day started. One day I’m fighting demons, and the next I am in a
whole new world without the man that I love. Normality was something I had
always wanted to regain after meeting Bonnie-Kate, but how is this possible?
Swiftly, I unclasped my Arched Wing
necklace to drop my engagement ring around the chain, and then I rushed out of
my bedroom without thinking about what my Mother would say.
Falcon, I needed to find Falcon, and he
had to be somewhere in this world. Hell, even if he was at the North Pole, I
would find a way to him.
As
I sprinted out the front door, I slipped on a pair of flip flops, and grabbed
the nearest coat. I looked kind of funny in my care bear, PJ pants, and a
floral, trench coat. Bed head had attacked my scalp, but I didn’t care, didn’t
even brush it. Knowing my hair was blonde was enough, I didn’t believe I could
handle seeing it that color.
I dashed down the gravel driveway, kicking
up rocks with each step.
Was it true that I was still trapped in
the horrid hallways that were high school conformity. Wait, high school? Ms. Kozaki was a witch, and she kept a crystal on a
chain in the history classroom. I could Skry with it! Now, all I required
was a way in which to get to the high school, despite how much I yearned to
avoid the sea of snobby teenagers and green-gray lockers.
Slowly,
an expensive SUV pulled into the driveway. Jennifer pushed past me, and headed
for the car.
I paused. What was up with Jennifer? She
was wearing neon, clip in extensions in her hair, and a fishnet sleeved blouse.
Was she all Emo now? Hold it my sister didn’t cruise the sale bins at Hot
Topic, she rampaged the clearance section at American Eagle, and Aeropostale.
“Jennifer,
what are you doing?” I reached out for my punked out sister.
Jennifer turned and smiled. “Come on,
Mariah doesn’t have all day.”
My sanity, what little I had left, skidded
to a halt. “Mariah?” It was true, I needed medication. Everything time I
finally become convinced that the paranormal changes around me were real, and
that I was not, in fact, clinically insane, something like this would happen.
First I was a semi-normal teenager who was drug into the surrealism of being
trapped under debris in Scotland, and now I was a witch confined to the blue
skies of normality!
The
car window came down, and Mariah leaned out of the car.
“Come on loser. Your Caramel Frappe is
getting warm,” Mariah laughed out the window. “Gonna ignore your BFF now?”
Just
like an anime character, my jaw hit the gravel covered ground. “BFF….BFF!”
Mariah
was joking, she just had to be joking. There was no way on God’s green earth
that I would willing spend all my time with Mariah as best friends, let that I
would even consider her a person worth having any kind of positive relationship
with. Then again, she was going to the school. No reason to look a gift horse
in the mouth.
With the determination to find Falcon
playing at my mind, I climbed into the passenger’s seat, and flipped off the
top of the iced-coffee. Once again, a gift horse, a caramel flavored one.
Sitting in the back seat was a girl from
my school named Betsy Cosgrove. She was one of the cheerleaders, and I recalled
her being the biggest gossip in school. Although, she may have had loose lips,
she was always a reliable source.
Betsy had beautiful, light black skin, and
huge green eyes. Her pin tight curls were pulled back into a high pony tail.
She smiled, pulling out her camera, and tossing it up to me.
“I got the dirt,” Betsy laughed. “Ms.
Kozaki said she had a vision of the future, I know weird, huh? Well, she was
all like I need to have a college grad student to assist me at the high school,
and like totally pushed in through.”
“What does that have to do with your
phone?” I asked. Reliable, yes. Brief,
no.
“Then Mr. Rue said the same thing, and
picked a Grad intern too!” Betsy giggled.
“They some geeky girls?” Mariah laughed.
“Uber lame. It’s Toe Up.”
“Oh, No, they aren’t geeky or girls. Check
the pictures. The first guy is Ms. Kozaki’s dude. The two dudes they are
brothers. You’ll be shocked, Sam! Totally shocked!” Betsy took a long slug of
her iced-coffee. Looked like my group of friends has a Starbucks addiction,
but, then again, I had the same problem in my world too.
I flicked into her phone photos. My eyes
widened. “Dru.” I almost dropped the phone.
“Yep, he is so gonna be at school, in
class with you, like every day. Are you stocked or what?” She waited for my
replied, but I was too baffled to even speak. “The second is Mr. Rue’s.”
I flicked to the second. “Falcon!” I
screamed as the car pulled into the school parking lot. Mariah was at a stop,
idling to find a space to park. Without even considering the face that Betsy
had be talking about Dru as if we all knew him, I opened the door and leapt out
of the car. I hurriedly headed toward the school door, the thought about what
Betsy said starting to kick in. Quickly, the thought was dismissed, I mean,
they probably all know him because he is my boyfriend’s brother.
“What is up with the PJ pants?” Someone
shouted. I didn’t care. I kept running, going right past them, with Betsy
chasing me all the while.
I stormed through the high school halls,
pushing past people. Getting to the history classroom was my goal, and nothing
and no one was going to detour me from my chosen path. Now that I had solid
proof, from the cell phone still in my hand, that Falcon was alive, I needed to
find him.
As I entered the history classroom, I
turned, tossed Betsy her phone, and then slammed the door in her face, locking
it behind me. No time was wasted, within seconds I was rummaging through desk
drawers to find that crystal.
A noise startled me, I looked up. “Ms.
Kozaki?” I asked. “But the door is…”
“Locked,” Ms. Kozaki said, finishing my
sentence. “Doors do not bind me. I suppose you are looking for my Skrying
crystal?”
“Yes.” I looked down in shame. “I need to
find…”
“Your love,” Ms. Kozaki finished for me,
again, blowing on a candle. A flame appeared onto the candle’s once empty wick.
“A while ago I would have freaked out from
that…but now…”
“Now you know you are a witch. I sensed
the shift of worlds my dear. I am a high priestess. A Templar Woman chosen to
guide you to the men holding the Tana De Dan Soul.”
My heart leapt in my chest. “I always
wondered. In high school, in my world, you always had something to teach me,
some place to send me. Getting a passport was your idea.”
Ms. Kozaki pounded on the desk, and a
secret drawer opened. Carefully, she extracted the crystal. “I lead you on the
correct path. The choice is now yours to make. I can however offer you this.”
Ms. Kozaki handed me the crystal. “I’ll see you, in time,” She vowed.
“See me in time, wait, are you not…?” I
swallowed hard.
“Part of this world? I am not a human
Templar. Oh, and Sam, just so you know this world is very different from yours.
To start with this is not New York State.” Ms. Kozaki vanished.
I turned to see a map laying on one of the
desks. With great determination I held the crystal, dangling by its chain, over
the map, and watched it swing back and forth. After a few minutes of endless
strain on my out stretched arm, the crystal dropped onto a location. “The
university. MacMillan Dorms. Got’cha.”
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Daily Update
Alright, today is one of those slow going, oh god, I wish it was going faster but I have so much to do. Today I have been updating my edits and writing of novel two of Arched Wing novel two, Broken Wing.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
So Screaming Far Behind
Alright, so the project is not as far along as I wish it was, and because the project film process is behind the writting on novel two of five is behind. I hope to find a way to get it all under control since I love to write more than I love to do anything else, but I do own a film company and that does take up so much of my life and my time, next movie series I am totally not acting in, then I'll have more time, oh and, more new faces.
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