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Gaitan Map: The Mountain City of Morza

Hello World Out There World!

I thought I’d share with you another update I’ve done to the P6 official website. As it is a canon site for the P6 world I try to update it with fun and interesting information that helps form a deeper connection between my readers and the series. So, here is my most recent update on one of the most mentioned cities in the P6 series so far – Morza! Click HERE to be taken to the main page about the history of these people.

Also some exciting news. Only four months until book 2 is out!! Super excited about that. Anyways, enjoy. 🙂

 

Basic Book Covers

As some of you may know I’ve been publishing things on Wattpad since yesterday and I’ve already put up three stories.

One is Book 1 of the Prophecy Six Series. The second is the unedited version for Book 2 of the Prophecy Six Series. The third is a book I’ve been hemming and hawing about the last couple months on what to do with it. Since I don’t want to use the real covers for my Wattpad account I’ve made my own from photos I’ve taken over the years. I decided I would share them with you.

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If you wish to explore any of these stories further CLICK HERE or on the cover that interests you!

It’s About Something Not Natural

Before I get to the story part of this I just want to explain to you what I’m looking for help wise. I’ve been working on a second series and I’m getting to the point of flushing out the main issues. I’m wanting to get peoples opinions on the idea and since I now have a Wattpad I thought it would be great to share it on My Works page.

With that said, I have no flippin’ idea what to put it under. I’ve been thinking about this and I’m starting to drive myself a little crazy… okay a little more crazy… than usual. I have no idea what to classify this story as.

Jay is about a freelance genie in the modern world. They partner up with a detective to catch a serial-killer focuses on killing Wishers – the main food source for Genie. Jay needs to find this killer and quick before the humans discover that there are more than just Genies going bump in the night.

Would that make it a murder mystery? Would it be fantasy because it has magical creatures in it… or would I put it under Paranormal since it’s about something not natural… you could even say it’s supernatural:

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Anywho, I will posted the first chapter below and you can make your suggestions since I’m so lost as to where to put this. XD

 

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Chapter 1: Time to Make a Difference

 

I stared into my coffee.

The tar tasting liquid rippled to the same beat my foot tapped against the center leg of the table while my iPod blasted upbeat techno into the cheap dollarstore buds that rested in my ears. After all these years living on this rock nothing compared to the buzz of energy that radiated from hearing a favorite jam shuffle onto my playlist.

Okay, maybe there were two things…

Across from my table at the small cafe on Augusta Ave, right off Queens, a young man sat hunched over tapping away on his cellular contraption. Never had much interest in getting one of those devices – never saw the point. I understood the benefits sure, but I didn’t have enough friends or family to justify the outrageous amount of mullah needed to have one of those things.

It wasn’t his obsessed typing that caught my attention, though.

In a super megatropolis like Toronto, watching the crowds of humans sucked into their 300 dollar mini-computer was a common sight. It was how he was typing. Fingers jabbing in a panicked fray, eyes wide, and mouth open enough to catch the stray fly if he was unlucky. Usually screen junkies typed quick but held the same droned out apathetic expression. His panic, fear, anger, and sadness were flowing out of him like your insides after Chipotle. I could have ignored him. I had done that a million times or more to others in a similar state, but it was what he was typing that intrigued me.

While humans searched for answers in words written on a tiny glass screen I found my answers in their body language. He was too busy to notice the young waitress deliver his latte, not because he had to get to the next level of Candy Crush but for another reason entirely.

The wincing of his brows, the sniffling of his nose… the slight glistening of tears that he held inside as to not make a scene in public were what I saw. The biting of his tongue, the frustrated pulling of his hair and the panicked look around the cafe before forcing himself to take a sip of the latte to try and calm himself – were all I needed to know.

I knew what the kid was going through. I had seen the same painful expression on human faces before. Although the screaming thoughts from inside his head also helped; there was no need to listen to the details.

Mom. Sick. Hospital. Not much time.

                Humans thrived on connections. The whole reasons social media exploded the way it did was for humans desire to feel connected to something bigger then themselves. Before that it was religions and before that tribes. They depended on one another and strived to impress each other. That’s something we never cared for. We didn’t need each other… but it fracking sucked how much we needed these meat suits.

Even with the dependency on humans we were still independent beings. Some of us stuck in crappy jobs, while others – like myself – had the luck to go out on their own. A freelancer, some could say.

That’s why I was sitting in this grated garden chair on the uneven patio lined by a looped metal fence. This was why I was drinking this bitter tar that I honestly didn’t need to drink. This boy was my meal ticket and that’s why I listened to him.

He was like a broken recorded with his thoughts, and although I felt a twinge in my empty chest regarding his feelings about his mom, there were some rules a freelancer like myself needed to follow.

Accident. Life support. Oh God!

The big bearded guy in the sky had nothing to do with it. He gave humans freewill. With that freewill gave the big guy some overdue time off. Of course that’s my own assumption. Never met the being humans called God, Allah… whatever. I didn’t follow their mythology… heck I didn’t follow anything really.

What can I do? How can I help her?

                “Come on, kid,” I grumbled into my coffee before taking a sip. My electric blue bang fell in front of my face before I combed it back with one hand while the other set the chipped mug onto the table. My black fingernails tapped on the sides of the mug, contrasting against the white porcelain.

He only had to say one word.

One word all humans said constantly like it was some kind of greedy prayer.

I looked through the metal grated table at my rolled down combats. They were practical enough with the amount of walking my job required and with this no-shits-given, free-style appearance I had going with my half shaved head and thick framed ‘hipster’ glasses, no one really paid much attention to me. I liked the glasses ‘cause they reminded me of the pair I busted in the 80s, not ‘cause they were hipster. Whatever the hell a hipster was anyway?

I….

                I sat up in my chair, leaning on my elbows along the edge of the unbalanced metal table. From the years of experience the word ‘I’ usually had the word I needed to complete this screen junkie’s request.

I…

                Come on! I wanted to scream, grinding my teeth in anticipation.

I wish her to be okay. I want her to be okay…

                I stood after hearing the magic word, taking a small glass bottle out of the pocket of my sweatshirt as I approached him. I rested my hand on his shoulder. He didn’t notice me and didn’t see me. I was a shadow standing behind him. With knowing that I leaned down close, moving aside his brunette hair to whisper: “You got your wish.”

He didn’t turn around as I gave him a pat on the shoulder. I glanced to his ear, seeing a pale white smoke begin to leak from the cannel onto his shoulder. Wisher essence. Ten times harder than crack and the staple of my diet.

With a pop of the cork I placed the bottle by his ear, allowing the white liquid to fill the bottle. He didn’t react. He just reached to take another sip of his latte before his phone rang.

Slipping the bottle into my pocket, I went through the opening in the metal fence and into the busy morning rush. There came a clattering noise when his chair flew back hitting the pavement when he stood abruptly after hearing the news. I stopped by a newspaper dispenser to admire my work.

Awake? Pull-through? Live? She’ll live! His thoughts flooded my mind. I smirked, knowing all too well what I had done.

 

Bits of Book 2:”Repent an’ I’ll forgive yah”

There was the crackling of explosions in the distance. The familiar echoing of cries muffled by the clashing of metal. His back was wet as his head pounded. He looked up at the burnt sky. A funnel of smoke snaked across his view.

This wasn’t Menk.

Sitting up, he felt the put of his stomach sink. The blood was in the air as blue tattered capes flapped in the wind. The noble war beasts lay like burial mounds as he pulled himself to his feet. He spun, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. He couldn’t possibly be back here. It had been years since he stood knee deep in his personal hell.

“Foe…” he heard his name across the field as he bolted in the direction.

This wasn’t real. This couldn’t have been real.

He stopped, seeing the young man pinned under the black beast. Blood dripped from his lips staining his ginger beard. A gash was across his forehead and his crown was buried behind him in the muck.

“Cain,” Foe gasped, leaping into action to pry away the creature laying atop of the King. “Stay still, me boy. I’ll get yah free.”

“Boy?” Cain gave a moist laugh, spitting blood across the front of his armour. “I’m older than yah. Must’ve hit yar head harder than yah thought, eh?”

Foe forced a laugh, pulling the man out of the muck before collapsing beside him. This scene haunted his dreams but never with such detail. He could feel the mud seeping into his boots and squishing between his fingers as he leaned his weight back.  Blood filled the air, along with the sulfur they used in the pop pots. His eyes burnt from the smoke, and ears still faintly buzzed from the explosion.

“I shouldn’ve listened to yah,” Cain croaked. His emerald eyes peered up to the sky. They glistened with tears as they ran down his temples and into his matted locks. “We’d be alive if not for yah.”

“Aye, I know…” Foe breathed heavily through his nose, pressing his eyes shut. He didn’t need some bloody nightmare to remind him of his guilt.

He had pushed for a frontal assault. He had believed he had thought everything through. He had considered their enemy but it was his allies that he had forgotten to count.

They lit the pop pots early. The explosion went off before they had cleared the field. He had convinced them of the plan. He had given the signal to light the pots. It was his fault.

“Rio, Mac, Der, Javi… Me,” Cain listed, “we’re all dead cause of yar stupid mistake. Yah know how good the world would be if I was still alive. If I was still King we’d ‘ave pushed the lines… not sit like me brother’s doin’.”

“I know… yah don’ think I know…” Foe growled, “not a day goes by that I don’ think of what happened. I would do anythin’ to right me wrongs. I’d do anythin’ to bring yah peace.”

“Repent,” Cain muttered, struggling to reach for his dagger. His fingers wrapped around the hilt as he pulled it from the sheath. The silver blade glistened like fire in the dim dank trenches. “Repent an’ I’ll forgive yah.”

Bits of Book Two: Not Perfect

After discovering that she is part of a prophecy, Liora becomes determined to be able to learn skills that would better prepare her for the troublesome, dangerous world outside the protective walls of Demor. She knows that many won’t allow her to learn how to use a weapon but with the help of her best friend she hopes to learn some skills that could help her defend herself if needed.

Here is the section where Cáel is trying to teach Liora how to throw a knife.

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Liora and Cáel headed down to the training grounds. The late noon sun was behind the castle allowing for enough shade to cover the grounds so they wouldn’t get too hot in the open area surrounded by dummies and targets. The cool spring breeze danced through her hair, moving the strands across her face while she stared at the target across the field. Its wooden slats punctured and dented from previous attempts to hit the red painted center of the board. The dirt was torn in patches from her previous attempts as she slowly breathed in through her nose.

Her palms were sweating, her arm aching from trying to position her aim just right as to hit the target. She licked her lips following by pressing them together tightly in concentration. She felt a gentle hand on her arm lower her aim by an inch as Cáel used his foot to slide hers farther in front.

“Follow through with yar knees,” Cáel breathed, moving his cheek against hers to see if she was properly aligned with the target.

“You’re a little close, aren’t you?” Liora muttered; glancing at the boy whose cheeks reddened as much as hers.

“Sorry,” Cáel croaked, taking a step back, moving his hands to her hips. He gently turned them to be parallel with the target. “All ‘ight, fingers light on the handle and throw like a ball with one swift movement.”

Breathing in through her nose, Liora threw her arm forward letting the dagger fly as she watched it skip across the ground like a pebble on a lake.

“Gods damn it!” she hissed, stomping her foot.

“That was closer,” Cáel hummed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Not close enough to hit the bloody thing,” Liora sighed, picking up her dagger that wedged itself into the dirt.

“Well yah can’t be perfect at everythin’,” Cáel smirked, as the girl glared at him with her steel grey eyes.

“I’m not!” Liora stated, looking at the blade that rested in her hand. The ivory handle was speckled with dirt, as the blade was caked in muck.

“Obviously,” he pointed towards the board.

“I mean more than the board, Cáel,” Liora reiterated, “I work hard to be good at what I’m good at… I’m not perfect at anything.”

“Healing?” Cáel stated.

“I still have a lot to learn from Caldor,” Liora answered.

“Painting?” he said.

“My people look like blobs and the clouds too,” Liora replied, using her dress to polish the blade. It was pointless since it was only going to get dirty again, but she needed to do something. “I just want to be good at something that can help me.”

“Yah will, I mean we’ve been at this a few times. Ya’ve picked up on the defense fine – throwing is just one of those extra perks,” Cáel shrugged, taking his dagger out from his belt and with a quick flick with his wrist it flew flawlessly into the target board.

“A perk you can do with your eyes closed,” Liora grumbled, when Cáel flashed her his goofy grin.

“Hey, let me have somethin’ I can do better than yah, eh?” he teased. “Come on, line up and we’ll try again.”

Liora kicked the dirt sending small puffs of sand into the air. She didn’t like not being able to learn something quickly. Maybe this was her weakness? Maybe she couldn’t fight after all?

Standing before Cáel, she moved her foot in front and squared her hips with the target. Cáel held her arm, moving it in the movement she was to follow. His hands were warm as he tightened the satin ribbon that kept back her sleeve so it wouldn’t get in the way.

“Breathe, relax, focus, follow through,” he instructed.

“Breathe,” she took a breath. She narrowed her eyes as she glared at the target. She was going to get it this time. She knew she was. She could feel it in her gut.

With a quick throw, Liora heard a thunk as the dagger skipped across the ground wedging itself into one of the barrels along the wall.

“Bloody hell!” she seethed, her hands balled into fists as she stomped her foot.

“Liora!”

The woman shouted from the steps to the garden, as the girl turned to see the flustered expression on the Detress’s face. Her curls bounced when she descended another step. The woman’s shadow loomed over her, as the sun blared behind making it difficult for Liora to focus.

“Hello… Marcia,” Liora rubbed her upper arm. Cáel ran to pick up the dagger. He cleaned the blade on his trousers before tucking it into his belt.

“Don’ Marcia me, what do yah think ya’re doing?” The Detress placed her hands firmly on her waist giving the girl a narrowed glare. “Yah know girls aren’ to be in the training grounds.”

“It’s my fault, Marcia. I suggested she try it since she wanted to–,” the boy stopped when the woman raised her hand.

“Cáel, yah know better. Fighting is for boys, not for young ladies. Now, Liora come. I’ve got some weeding to do and ya’re gonna help,” Marcia turned to return to the garden.

“Later?” Liora whispered, seeing her friend nod.

“Li, now!” Marcia’s voice was shrill as Liora ran up the steps to meet with the Detress who held a basket in her crossed arms.

The woman turned without saying a word as Liora followed her to the other side of the garden closest to the steps leading to the stables. The sun shone, but there was enough shade from the stables and small silver birch to keep them cool. The woman gathered her cotton dress before her as she knelt in the garden getting right to work with the weeding.

Liora had expected a lecture. She had expected Marcia to go on about how she shouldn’t have been learning to throw daggers… even if she was doing a poor job. The Detress did none of those things. All Marcia did was weed in silence, her back facing Liora while the girl rang her hands.

Her stomach churned, as her shoulders felt heavy. She didn’t like Marcia upset with her. Normally, Marcia was the one that understood her actions but not of late.

Taking the leather string from her wrist, she tied back her hair to keep it out of her face. The shorter strands fell in front of her eyes as she tucked them back in hopes they would stay in place as she worked in the garden. She knelt beside the woman. The damp grass seeped through her thick cotton dress. The black soil of the flowerbed was cool to the touch as it imbedded itself deep under her nails while she dug out the roots of a large thistle growing between the rosebushes.

They worked in silence as the minutes passed. The heaviness she had first felt was growing more as the moments passed. She preferred the woman to have yelled at her than give her the silent treatment. Nothing felt worse than knowing someone was angry but no one spoke.

“Are we going to talk about why you’re angry… or are we just going to pretend everything’s fine?” Liora whispered, resting her hands on her lap. The black soil left handprints on the tan material as she picked at the dirt under her fingers.

“What is there to talk about? Yah weren’t supposed to be down there, now yah know,” Marcia explained, placing a dandelion in the wicker basket between them.

“But why? Because I’m a girl? It’s not like I’m training for the front. Cáel was just reviewing what he was learning with me,” Liora stated, hearing the woman sigh.

“That there is bad enough. Cáel knows better than to do that. He’s to be a soldier just like his da’ and yah a proper lady,” Marcia explained.

“But what if I don’t want to be a proper lady?” Liora stated, her hands clenching the material at her knees.

“Li,” Marcia turned to look at her. Their eyes meeting just for a moment before the Detress looked back at the garden. “Yah not a lil girl. Yah a young lady now and young ladies don’ go running around getting all covered in muck or throwing things. It is time you realize yah place here will be different from Cáel. He can be yah friend but he will be doing things yah won’ be able to.”

“Because I’m a girl,” Liora added.

“Yes,” Marcia replied.

“I don’t agree with that,” Liora stated, turning back to digging out weeds. What did Marcia know what kind of lady Liora wanted to be?

Liora’s Second Gift: Part 2

If you haven’t read PART ONE click HERE

“Come on, Li,” Cáel called disappearing around the corner of the stables. Hoping the girl wasn’t too far behind him.

The wind tussled her hair, as the cool grass of the garden sent chills up her legs. She could hear her heart pounding in her chest, while she watched the boy walk around the corner of the stables. What was the reason he wanted to bring her to the stables?

Walking up the steps, Liora slowly moved around the corner to see the boy standing with his arms crossed before one of the middle stalls. Cautiously she moved to stand beside the boy, as he wore a large grin on his face.

The stall was empty from what she could tell, although there was plenty of hay covering the bottom. The water trough had been filled and there was a smaller trough set up for food.

“Cáel,” Liora didn’t know what the boy was so happy about, “thank you for the… stall?”

“What?” he turned hearing the uncertainty in her voice. “No, I didn’ get yah a stall. Well… I did but there’s somethin’ in there too.”

“Right…” Liora looked over the hay but still didn’t see anything. There was no movement, no noise, nothing. “Unless you got me the very elusive and rare imaginary gryphon… I’m not seeing what you apparently are.”

“Believe me I tried to find an imaginary gryphon, but I settled for a real one instead,” Cáel stepped towards the stall, leaning over the gate.

“Wait, what? When? How?” Liora shook her head, before hurrying to look over the stall. “You hate gryphons and I can’t own one… unless your father has allowed it.”

“We’d have better luck defeatin’ Sydrin than doin’ that,” Cáel  jested.

“Fine, so it wasn’t your father, meaning you got the gryphon. Why? How?” Liora asked.

“Me da’ suggested I’d have better luck learnin’ to enjoy ridin’ if I got my own beast, so he asked Foe before yar name day to take me to the nests. Since yah were upset about not goin’ to the nests, Foe and I agreed to wait a bit. After a week we ran into the issue of their breedin’ time, and so we had to wait a couple more. This mornin’ Foe took me to the nest, and this afternoon I brought it home. Foe says it’ll be able to ride by summer’s end.”

Cáel climbed over the gate and jumped into the hay before he started kicking it with his feet. Liora cringed, as she crawled over the gate and gently lowered herself on the other side.

“Stop kicking, you might hit him,” Liora ordered, watching Cáel stop mid-kick, “or is it a her?”

“A him,” Cáel said.

“And does this him have a name?” Liora knelt to the ground. The hay smelt fresh while it crinkled under her hands. It picked through her dress, as she continued to feel for the little beast.

“Nah,” Cáel shrugged, slowly moving the hay around with his foot, “I didn’ think I’d need to name him.”

“He can’t just be called him or it for the rest of his life, Cáel,” Liora retorted, sitting up for a moment to look at the boy who was looking down at his feet. “He needs a name.”

The boy shrugged. Liora sighed.

Her friend could learn so much if he only applied himself, but his laziness got in the way of him completing any of his goals. All he cared about was his lute, but that wasn’t going to help him run a country or win a war. Even getting a gryphon – a living creature – appeared to not push him to apply himself.

Liora patted the hay harder feeling a warm lump close to the back left corner. She dusted away the hay, uncovering the small lump of downy white feathers. As she removed more of the little creature’s coverings she noticed the white and grey speckled feathers along his side where his wings were, and a set of large red eyes.

The youngling growled, but she paid no mind as she tucked her hands under his belly pulling him onto her lap. He was soft like dandelion fluff, while she picked the hay out of his frizzy mane. His hind legs were mainly white while grey spots were all the way to the end of the creature’s thin cat like tale.

“He’s a snow tail!” Liora giggled, hearing the creature coo as she rubbed behind his ears. His face was like a snow owl while his body resembled that of a leopard. Snow tails were known to live in cold climates and loved flying in higher elevation. The little guy would love living in Derlin since the capital had both requirements. “He’s big for a babe.”

“Yeah, that’s what Foe said,” Cáel leaned against the dividing wall of the stall.

“How about Blizzard?” Liora suggested; hung up on the fact the little guy didn’t have a name yet.

“That’s a silly name. He deserves better. Somethin’ powerful… somethin’ with meanin’,” Cáel  stated.

“Har – the Dermite that flew over the mountains. Then there’s Evrin. He was a Morzi explorer that climbed to the highest peaks of the western mountains. We called him the snow master because he was said to have the power of predicting the downfalls,” Liora explained.

“I like Evrin,” Cáel smirked, watching how quickly the little creature had fallen asleep in the girl’s lap. “He likes yah.”

“I’m warm, that’s all,” Liora ran her fingers through the soft downy feathers of the creature’s back while Evrin purred. “End of summer and he’ll be able to ride?”

“Yeah, Foe said that.”

Dragons took a year to be a suitable size to ride. Of course they were smaller and spent the first three years with their parents in the crevasses of the mountain. Gryphons were different since they grew faster and gained independence from their parents before they were a year. That’s what made gryphons easier beasts to use and train.

“You should be doing this – not me. You need him to bond to you,” Liora picked Evrin up off her lap. The little ball of white fluff growled, not making her fear him what-so-ever.

“Na, I was thinkin’ he could be ours. Yah ride him and I ride him,” Cáel beamed with his idea. That had been why he had wanted to surprise her. He wouldn’t be able to handle the beast all by himself and the girl had wanted her own bird-lion. This was the best option for the both of them.

“Yes but that’s not how it works. From what I’ve read a gryphon should only bond to one person… it’s a lifelong relationship,” Liora stated, moving the little beast back to her lap as it kneaded her dress with its paws.

“Well I don’ care what the books know, ‘cause I know this. That lil beast likes yoou and me. So let him bond to the both of us. That way yah can ride him when yah want… which honestly will probably be a heck of a lot more than I ever will,” Cáel spouted, crossing his arms.

“But girls aren’t supposed to ride gryphons alone. The rules say –“

“The rules are dumb. Do yah know there is a rule that yah can’t eat cheese at sunset because it was believed to attract fleas?” Cáel spat, lifting his arms. “There are so many rules in that book that aren’t bein’ followed anymore and I choose not to follow ones that doesn’ have real good reason behind it. Evrin’s ours and that’s that.”

Liora liked the sound of that. Foe hadn’t been so open-minded, and she knew Charn would sooner chop her up into carrion than bend a rule for her. It was nice that Cáel was different.

“So, it’s settled. I name yah Evrin,” Cáel pointed to the creature, as the little beast opened his beak to give a big yawn before setting his head back down onto the girl’s lap.

The boy waded through the hay and slid down the wall to sit beside Liora. He patted the little beast on the head before leaning his head back and closing his eyes. His ginger curls fell over his eyes, while his usual crooked goofy smile was plastered across his face. The boy hadn’t needed to be so nice as to share his gryphon. She would have been upset, sure, but that wouldn’t have ruined their friendship. She had understood the rules, but thanks to Cáel she wasn’t so afraid of breaking them.

Maybe change wouldn’t happen immediately but in time, Derm would change for the better.

 

Liora’s Second Gift: Part 1

Brief introduction:

This is a piece from book two.

Liora didn’t have such a good birthday. With a sudden panic attack brought on by the party Foe had thrown for her, the poor girl spent most of the evening lock in her room. Cáel had planned on giving her two gifts for her birthday, but unfortunately one of the gifts had to wait until a later date.

Now, a couple of weeks have passed and Cáel finally has the chance to give the girl the second gift he had been patiently waiting to give her. So, here we go.

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The sound of shattering glass tore him out of his thoughts.

“Oh Gods damn it,” she spat. Her fingers quickly tucked the white strand behind her ear as she knelt before the broken vile on the floor. The black liquid seeped between the stone before Liora began dabbing it with the bottom of her apron.

Cáel hurried to assist her. He didn’t need her cutting her hands on the glass. That wouldn’t have been the best lead up to giving her the second gift.

“Cáel?” Liora looked up at him, surprise in her voice. He reached for the glass. “Don’t!”

“Why not? I don’ want yah cuttin’ yarself,” he muttered lifting his hands.

“Never touch something you don’t know,” Liora stated. Removing her apron, she placed it over the glass. “I’ll ask Caldor the best way to clean that later.”

“What is it?” Cáel heard the girl sigh.

Her hands rested on her lap. Her fingernails stained dark purple from the plants she had been working with. A smudge of the same purple was on her cheek.

“I was trying to make my nana’s sleeping bitter. It helps people suffering from insomnia,” Liora explained, standing up to close her grandmother’s almanac. “It’s supposed to help suppress bad dreams.”

“Ya’re still havin’ that dream?” Cáel had no idea. His friend hadn’t spoken about it since she had first experienced it the night of her name day. “Do yah think it’s a vision? Like one of those seein’ thin’s yah get.”

“No…I mean…I don’t think so,” Liora stuttered, “normally I have a trigger like holding someone’s hand or touching an item that belongs to them. I’ve even begun to get less random flash images and can control what I want to see. I don’t believe this is a vision… at least it’s no vision I’ve ever had before.”

Cáel scratched the back of his head. He wanted to help her, but he honestly knew nothing when it came to what was going on with her gifts. He knew what she told him about it. That’s what he had always been there to do; to listen to her and maybe help her figure it out.

“Maybe…” Cáel didn’t want what he was going to say to cause problems.

“Maybe?” Liora pushed. “Cáel, be honest, tell me.”

The corner of his mouth twitched at hearing those words.

“Maybe yar powers are growing… changing?” Cáel suggested. “I mean, sure ya’re a seer but what if as yah grow yar powers do to. Like when yah first woke up in Morza yah had images and then yah could read people’s memories… then the healin’ thin’s happened. What if dreams are a new part of it? A new level to yar gifts?”

The girl looked at him for a moment before looking down at her fingers. She picked at the purple on her skin, while she stayed silent. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything after all. Liora looked so defeated by hearing what he had said. She had told him how much she wanted to be normal. She had shared with him how she didn’t like the attention her powers brought. All Cáel could do was try an empathies, but he couldn’t imagine what the girl was feeling.

“I…” Cáel took a deep breath, “I know this is bad timin’, but I came down here because I wanted to give yah yar second gift.”

“What?” her head shot up and her brow winced. “You already got me my dagger weeks ago. I don’t need a second name day gift.”

“All ‘ight then…” Cáel rubbed his neck, “how about a make yar day better gift? I can’t take it back and I’ve been waitin’ weeks to give it to yah… and I really thought ya’d use it… and yah know I poured my heart and soul into–”

“All right I get it,” Liora cut him off, “quit guilting me.”

“Awe but I wasn’ done explainin’ how I had to climb mountains and fight trolls,” the girl giggled, covering her mouth with the back of her hand before looking away. A smile grew across his lips when he saw hers begin to appear.

“Give me the gift then,” the girl chimed, putting out her hand.

“Actually… I want to give yah the gift somewhere nicer than here,” Cáel muttered, “follow me?”

He headed for the door, taking a deep breath to keep himself calm. The girl hurried to keep up with him as they made their way towards the garden.

Continuing to walk towards the stables, he watched the girl stop to look at him. Her head tilted to the side.

To be continued in PART TWO found HERE!

Snippet from Book 2: Emery and the Keepers

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WARNING: Before reading this I would like to let you know that this has not gone through the editing process. This may change when going through the final review of the book before publishing. May edit this later when I’ve gotten some sleep. With that said, I really like this part of the book and I hope you will enjoy it.  🙂

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Walking down the uneven wooden steps leading down to the rocky shore, Liora made her way to the rushing white water. The current was strong. No doubt it was powerful enough to wash away a tree yet alone a person with no issues.

It was hard to keep her balance on the uneven ground but after getting her footing flat atop two rocks she crossed her arms, taking a breath to admire the view. The dam was no longer in one piece. The center of the large wall had collapsed. A pile of uneven pieces were along upper level of the shoreline. There were no fishermen on the plateaus. The only people that seemed to be part of the village were those behind her carrying on their days.

“You!”

Liora spun around to see the white haired girl two paces away. Her lavender eyes were wide, her jaw a jar.

“Me?” Liora was unsure why the girl sounded so shocked.

“You can’t be here… you can’t be real… you – you’re a dream,” the girl stuttered.

“I assure you I’m as real as you are… although I should be the one surprised since I saw you in my dream,” Liora stated, noticing the girl’s light brow wince. “Then again… I’m starting to get used to strange things in my dreams… since I’m a seer.”

“Seer?” the girl’s face scrunched at the word.

“A northern word for – you know what never mind… I’m here to help you,” Liora waved her hand before taking a step towards the girl who took a step back.

“Help me? I don’t even know who you are,” she snipped, looking around again, “you shouldn’t even be here… yo…you need to leave. Now.”

“Hey, I just got here. I’m here ’cause you asked me for help,” Liora stated. The girl shook her head.

“Again, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t ask for help. I don’t know who you are. You have to leave now before they find out you’re here!” the girl hurried towards Liora, turning her around before pushing on her back towards the other set of stairs leading to the bridge which led back to the forest.

“No, wait!” Liora resisted.

“No time!”

“Yes, time,” Liora spun to the side, watching the girl stumble forward catching herself as she gave Liora a glare. “What’s your name? Who are they? Why is there no time?”

“Do you always ask questions at inconvenient moments or are you being difficult because you just don’t like taking orders?” the white haired girl snipped, crossing her arms.

“That’s not answering my questions,” Liora glared.

They stood there for a moment in silence. The strange girl was taller than Liora had first expected her to be. Almost half a head taller than she was.

“Emery,” she sighed, looking to the side, “my name’s Emery.”

“See, now was that really that hard?” Liora asked, giving a smirk. “I’m Liora – but people call me Li.”

“Well, Liora, as much as I’d love to discuss in full and complete detail as to why you’ve decided to come here, you need to le–“

There came a rumbling of thunder as Liora turned in the direction of the dam. The dam was gone the water was low, there was no risk of the flood she had dreamed of. The sky was clear and there didn’t look to be a storm rolling over the mountains.

“Damn it…” Emery leapt, grabbing Liora’s hand. “They know you’re here– if they find you.”

“They’ll kill me?” Liora asked, watching the girl peer back.

“If you’re lucky!” Emery pulled Liora up the steps back towards the bridge leading into the city from the forest.

Halfway up, Emery halted, moving down one step at spotting who stood above them. There were two figures dressed in robes. They had been the people from her dream.

There was a woman on the left whose blonde hair escape the hood of her robe. Her eyes were shadowed but there was a smile on her lips that made Liora’s skin crawl. Beside the woman was a man, who chose not to hide his face from them. His brown eyes and messy hair reminded her of Pellar – though this man was better dress sharing a similar unnerving smile.

“Em, always trying to be the hero,” the woman said, while wagging her finger. Her black eyes were dark night as they peered down from the steps above.

“Pointless, pointless,” the man gave a full toothed grin.

Emery let go of Liora’s hand before glancing back. There was something in her lavender eyes that made Liora’s stomach flip.

“Run!” Emery shouted, charging the two adults before them as Liora tore passed.

The figures toppled to the ground as Emery lay on top of them, keeping them pinned. Liora took the steps two by two and when at the top she looked back down.

Emery was gone. The two figures were starting to stand as Liora bolted for the bridge. Liora wanted to turn back and question them but she couldn’t stop herself from running. Emery had wanted her to run and that’s what she was going to do.

Just as she reached the other side of the bridge her body shook as she toppled backwards onto her back. What had she hit?

There was no wall. There was nothing before her.

Standing, Liora put out her hand as she watched the air ripple like water before her. There was something there but she didn’t know what it was. It was like the air had turned solid… but that wasn’t possible. Such a phenomenon couldn’t exist. Unless…

“We won’t let you leave girl,” the man hissed.

Liora clenched her fists before turning to face the two standing, now in the middle of the bridge. She couldn’t run passed them. There was no other way around them either.

“Where’s Emery‽” Liora growled, taking a step towards them. “Where is she‽”

“Safe, I assure you,” the woman muttered, lifting a hand.

“And me… what are you going to do to me?” Liora’s voice wavered, as she forced down the tears welling up in the corner of her eyes. Her nails dug into her palms distracting her from the fear and worry that bombarded her mind.

“Such a tone – you’re going to be our guest. It’s been a while since we’ve had one. We’ve wanted some entertainment for a while now,” the woman licked her teeth like a snake tasting the air.

Entertainment? Liora’s stomach churned at the sweetness in the woman’s voice. The way she had said it made Liora’s skin crawl and hair stand on end.

“I’ll leave. You don’t have to do anything,” Liora bartered.

The two strangers laughed.

“Nonsense, you’re one of us now,” they looked at each other, smiling ear to ear, “you will never leave.”

Liora turned back to the translucent wall, hitting her hands against it in hopes it would break open. Upon her second hit she heard a snapping of fingers from behind as the world faded to black.

UPDATE: CHANGE IS A COMING

Hello everyone,

Firstly, look at the pretty header.

Ooooo, aaaaaahhhh.

Anywho… I’m sorry I didn’t post anything yesterday as I decided spending 9 hours in emerge was the best way to spend a Friday. Who doesn’t love sitting around puking people, or screaming kids while waiting for doctors to run tests on you like an animal in a cosmetics lab…

Yeah… but, the good this is I am healthier today. Yay!

With that, I wanted to share with you some updates asides from the new header.

Check out the About Prophecy Six. It has had some changes to it, which I think (and hope) you’ll like.

I am working away on the book still, and I’m close to being done the second write through. It still needs editing, and the fine tooth comb but it is on track to be done around December.

I can’t believe I’ve only given myself 6 months to do this, but damn it I’ll complete this. XD

That’s all for now. Let me know what you think about the changes. I always love hearing from you.

Toodles,

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