The Energy Crusades
By Valerie Noble
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THE ENERGY CRUSADES
Copyright © 2014 VALERIE NOBLE
ISBN 978-1-62135-284-6
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For my preciousssss
Prologue
Abra
Here on Earth, they called us Descenders because of the way the lights from our spaceships lit up the night when we descended on the planet at the brink of its extinction. We were their saviors, coming to rescue them from the bleakness their world had become. It was a time on Earth when the sun didn't shine, the oceans were lifeless, and most animals were extinct. A small human population survived by scratching out a meager existence from the remnants of what once was.
"What about the girl?" Astrid asked when I'd been silent too long. I stared at her a moment, noting the sadness in my sister's face. She was pregnant again, this time with her fourth child. Her first three had all died by the time they were three years old.
We left Planet Danu and came to Earth as part of an experiment to breed with the human race. We learned to mask our alien traits in order to blend in with the population. We took human mates. We bore half human children. And in all our years of pretending to be one of them, we became a little human ourselves.
"The girl will be born to human parents after the birth of your fifth son. She will be a hybrid." The look of confusion on Astrid's face was understandable. How could a human child be a hybrid? To us, to Descenders, a hybrid was the product of a Descender-human union.
"My fifth son?" My sister looked distraught. Too many of our children had died, and we hadn't signed up for such losses. We were mating with humans in order to improve their race while sustaining our own. But there was something wrong between the genes of Descenders and humans, and I had buried five of my own children alongside my sister's three. It wasn't supposed to be a hostile takeover, but where is the peace in burying your own children? It was a cost neither of us was willing to bear any longer. We might have given in to despair if not for the promise of the girl with the purple eyes. She would be the solution.
The girl appeared to me in a dream. She floated into my thoughts as if I'd conjured her, an answer to what I'd been so desperately seeking. She would be the one — a new branch on the evolutionary tree.
"She will be the first of her kind," I said aloud, "the first human to exhibit traits rivaling our own. Our children are not going to die anymore, Sister."
Some children inexplicably survived the inter-breeding, but only a select few. Our government, the Reformation Republic, wanted to continue no matter the cost. The general population believed the deaths were attributed to a plague, some microbial illness infecting the planet randomly. The government claimed to have no cure. But I discovered their lie, and then I stole it. I pulled the vial from my pocket. The clear, viscous liquid swirled in a case encrypted with the information we needed to save our children.
"So it's true then, they had the cure all along?" Astrid asked.
It was true. The knowledge of such a betrayal was the end of our allegiance to the Reformation. We spent some time inscribing the cure on all of the jewelry we had in our possession, symbols that would mean nothing to anyone else, but everything to us.
We began to form our plan. The Reformation required all children to join an Energy Crusade by the time they were eighteen. Such Crusades could last a lifetime and others, the more dangerous ones, could be much shorter. The higher the level of danger, the higher the energy payout, and energy was the only accepted currency on Earth. Astrid would become even more valuable to the Reformation. She would train Elite Crusaders, building an army under the very noses of those who had deceived us. With her help, I had faked my own death, leaving behind a husband who had no idea I was carrying our twins — the last children I would bear. As far as my government was concerned, I no longer existed. I would go underground and unite those who resisted the rule of the Descenders, biding my time until the girl came to us.
"How will I find her?" my sister asked, knowing we would soon have to part.
"You'll find her, Astrid. Find her parents. A son will be born to them first, in the season of the leaves, after the birth of the son you are carrying now. The girl will come during the second season of the sun following his birth."
"Is there another piece to this puzzle?" Astrid persisted. She knew, she could tell there was something else.
"She has another half," I admitted, unable to keep anything from my sister. I could see the girl would have a male by her side, her equal.
"Her brother?" Astrid asked.
"No." I shook my head. "Someone she loves and not like a brother. Without him, she will not become the girl we need. They are the future of this planet. Of our planet," I added, for I considered Earth my home. I thought for a moment, trying to see into the future. "He is a hybrid, and not by chance." He'd be bred as a hybrid, I felt certain of it. She would be the first of her kind, and he, one of the first of his to survive.
Together, they would breed the first of a new race. "My sons will be hybrids. One of them will complete her destiny." Astrid was quite sure of herself. She patted her swollen belly.
"My son will be a hybrid too. He will be raised to love this girl." I locked eyes with my sister. I could feel her inside my head, trying to see my visions firsthand.
I touched my forehead to hers and could see real tears in her eyes. It was time for us to part.
I hugged my sister tightly and kissed her tears away.
I wouldn't see her again for sixteen years.
Chapter One
Kaia
My dream was different this time. I didn't spend it chasing the white haired lady as I did most nights. Instead, a memory from my childhood surfaced, bringing a familiar face into my restless nights.
"Come on, Kaia!" a young Ajax Baal beckoned me. He was as I remembered him, five years old and full of life. I took his little hand in my own and followed him around the cliffs bordering the University. In the dream, I was seventeen just as I was in real life, but Ajax was still a little boy. I followed him down the path leading to the beach. The ocean crashed against the shore in wild spurts, spraying us with seawater.
"Follow me," he insisted, tugging my arm. The cliffs skirting the shore boasted ragged openings of various sizes. He squeezed through a small one, and despite my larger size, I was able to follow him. We were engulfed in darkness. I couldn't see my feet in front of me, but Ajax tightened his grip and we continued on. The darkness gave way to a dim light up ahead. We started to follow it, down passageways and over puddles of water as it moved at a steady pace some meters in front of us. At times we lost sight of it as the caves twisted and turned, but we'd find it again, and keep going. After what seemed like many hours of following the light, we came to a passageway containing a stream of water. It lapped against our shoes while the light danced ahead of us. Ajax started to walk into the water but I tugged his hand.
"Wait, I don't know if I want to go any further," I told him. My voice sounded small, like a little girl's, frightened and unsure.
"It's okay," Ajax soothed me, "I'll protect you." I t
rusted him and followed him into the water, even though it didn't make sense. He was only five and I was seventeen. I should have been the one to protect him.
The water got deeper and eventually we had to swim. Somehow, we could swim and hold hands at the same time. When the current became strong enough, we turned on our backs and let it carry us, keeping our physical connection all the while.
At last, we floated to shore at the edge of a great cavern. We began to walk, following the light, but the cavern seemed endless. There were people in there, busily going about their business and paying us no mind as we walked among them. Some worked at carving sleeping quarters out of the rock walls of the cavern; others stored food in the cool recesses branching off of the cavern itself. Furniture was shaped from boulders, the edges softening while human hands tamed their unwieldy curves.
"What is this place?" I whispered to Ajax, a knot of worry forming in my stomach. "Do these people live here?" In my dream, I either didn't remember the rumors of people living underground and off the Grids, or I didn't know about them at all. It appeared to me they were making the space livable, preparing for life away from the sun.
"It's as big as a University!" Ajax exclaimed next to me. The immense size of the cavern was enough to allow an army of people to live comfortably, and we were only seeing a part of it. I didn't know why the sight of it upset me, but the worry in my stomach grew. Ajax squeezed my hand as if he sensed the feeling, and with the gesture, a bit of my apprehension receded.
We walked farther and found ourselves outside once more. The walls of the cavern disappeared and we were on the beach again, but a different one, with towering cliffs and an enormous building perched several meters above our heads. Again, I let Ajax lead me as we made our way toward the structure.
The building was ancient. It was an old wooden behemoth built in the days before the Great Oil Wars. All the windows were shattered and the glass lay in jagged pieces at its base. We stepped carefully around it, trying to find an entrance, the shards of glass discouraging any thought of crawling through the windows. When we did find a door, it was half off its hinges and warped from the wet, salty air. Ajax began to push against it, but I tugged his hand, pulling him away.
"I don't want to go in there," I admitted, the unease inside of me inescapable now. Cold sweat trickled down my forehead.
"I'll protect you, Kai," the little boy, Ajax, said again, tightening his hold on my hand. Still, I hesitated. Despite the dilapidated state, there was something hopeful about the place. We could hear things from the interior of the building, the sound of people working, perhaps cleaning up the space. They were happy sounds, peaceful. The people inside were content.
"What if we don't find our way out again?" I asked, looking down into his big, blue eyes.
"It's okay," he assured me, "we're together." He shoved his shoulder against the door again and it gave way suddenly, causing him to stumble. He fell forward and though I tried to keep a firm grasp on his hand, I couldn't. The swiftness of his fall broke the connection between us and the dream ended. I sat up in bed, heart pounding as I tried to hold onto the dream, but it slipped through my memory like sand through a sieve. I couldn't hold it inside.
"Are you okay?" I heard my roommate mutter from the bed next to mine. Alize was used to my erratic dreams.
"Go back to sleep," I urged. There was a feeling inside of me, one I wanted desperately to remember. I hadn't dreamed of the white haired lady, but of someone else. I couldn't remember who it was who made my heart race with joy. The memory of it left me lonely, as if I'd lost something I loved, and the taste of saltwater lingered on my tongue.
* * * *
I am an Athlete for the Reformation Republic on Earth. And while I have traveled all over the world playing tennis, the Tennis Academy has been my home since I was six years old. It was hard to believe I was finally saying goodbye. We all dreamed of getting to go home one day, of finishing our endless time of training, but this end was only another beginning for me. I didn't believe my days of waking at dawn and working through most of the daylight hours were over just because I was going back to my home Grid.
I took my time packing my things. Everything I owned fit into the bag the Reformation had provided for this task. My roommate, Alize, watched glumly from her bed as I cleared out my half of the room we'd shared for the last year.
"You're only seventeen," she whined. I could see her eyes filling with tears. She never bothered to control her emotions.
"I have to go Alize. It's time."
"But you can stay another year!" she insisted. I nodded. Yes, I didn't have to start my Crusade until I was eighteen, but I could start it early, and I was ready to go. Alize understood this, knew she would not hesitate at the chance to leave the Academy herself, but her sorrow followed me as I left our room and made my way to the tennis courts without her. Last day or not, I still had to earn my energy for the Academy.
"Again, Kaia!" Coach Audrick Renier demanded from the sidelines as I went through my drills with a virtual partner. I swung around the court in my virtual tennis gear, hitting against an opponent who was supposed to be unbeatable. I had beaten the virtuals, however, even though they were designed by Descenders, and I was only human. My tennis racket felt like an extension of my left arm.
"Coach?" He hadn't noticed I'd completed the drill. "Your fingernails are glowing," I teased, drawing him out of his reverie. Instead of re-starting the exercise, he looked down at his hands. His fingernails were turning the gray-purple of his emotions, a color that conjured melancholy. My Coach rarely let his feelings show. He worked to control his Descender traits in the same way he taught me to hide some of my capabilities.
"Go wash up, you horrible girl," he chided me, pretending to be mad. As I watched, he reached out his hand, and one of the tennis balls left on the court flew into it. I held back a grin and pushed his inquisitive mind out of mine. It was one of the abilities he wanted me to conceal. Humans did not have the same control over their minds as Descenders did. Humans could not reach into the minds of those around them or stun another being with their raw energy. They were unaware when their own minds were invaded. But I could do and feel all of those things and more, facts my coach seemed determined to keep a secret. I couldn’t call objects into my hands as easily as he could, but I was working on it.
I could see the faces of the other Athletes peeking through the gates. They were waiting for my practice to end so we could share a last meal together. I began to walk toward the gate, when Coach Renier called me back.
"Solar glasses, Kaia," he insisted. I turned and accepted them from his hands, giving a dutiful bow before moving off again. It was another rule he'd implemented; all Athletes must protect their eyes from sun up until sun down. Part of me knew he insisted on them because he didn't want people whispering about the girl with the purple eyes. I couldn't change the odd color of my eyes, but I didn't want to be whispered about and didn't protest the solar glasses too vocally.
My coach was especially careful about keeping me away from Commander Renier, the head of the Reformation Republic. The two of them were brothers, but Coach rarely mentioned their relation. I'd met the Commander once. He'd come to a match along with several other prominent members of the Reformation, all of them Descenders. As he sat in the stands surrounded by his advisers, they made no attempt to blend in with the mostly human audience. They let their energy show visibly, creating clouds of various colors like a force field surrounding them. Their hair stood on end in shades no human could ever grow naturally. Commander Renier's hair fanned about his head like a burning red sun. It was a display of power and intimidation, and the humans shrank away from them instinctively.
We had no warning the Commander would be present at the match, no inkling he had taken an interest me. Coach Renier hoped his visit was random and meant to show how important these matches were, and how vital it was for humans to strive to reach their full energy potential. He had no time to warn me about guarding
my mind. I let it go blank while the Commander was in the stands, but the effort slowed me on the court. He latched his mind onto mine, probing and probing, but finding nothing. I shouldn't have been as guarded as I was, I should have relaxed and let some thoughts fill my mind, but I seized up, irrationally terrified of him.
Later, when all of the matches were over and Coach Renier had been summoned to speak with the Commander, my brother and I talked about the unexpected visit.
"What did he do to you?" Tiergan asked, his worry showing all over his face. We came to the Tennis Academy as very young children, me clinging to my older brother as if my life depended on it. Nearly ten years later, we were still each other's best friend.
"He tried to enter my mind," I admitted. Tiergan was my only confidant and after the Commander's visit, his protectiveness intensified. None of the other Athletes could get too close to me as long as he was near.
"What will he do to her?" Tiergan demanded of our coach the first chance he got.
"He won't do anything," Coach Renier answered calmly, though beneath the words, I sensed his worry too. His brother had questioned him about me and my coach was uneasy about it at the very least. He said nothing more about it, however, and Tiergan and I had no choice but to let it go.
* * * *
"Let's go, Kaia." Coach Renier stuck his head into our room in the wee hours of the morning on the day of my departure. I walked over to Alize and waited until she stood. Her blonde hair fell loosely around her shoulders and she shielded her face from our Coach. She wasn't just losing a roommate; her Coach was leaving too. I put a hand on Alize's shoulder and she put a hand on mine.
"Walk out with me." I squeezed her shoulder. She nodded and followed me into the hall where all the other Athletes had lined up, waiting to tell me goodbye. The weight of their emotions coursed through me as I stood there, momentarily stunned by the impact of their sadness. There were no comforting words I could say, no promises we'd see each other soon, because we all knew our Crusades would lead us to different places, and there was no way of knowing if any of our paths would cross again.
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