Crisanta Knight: Midnight Law
© 2021 Geanna Culbertson. All rights reserved.
Book Eight in The Crisanta Knight Series
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Published in the United States by BQB Publishing
(an imprint of Boutique of Quality Books Publishing Company, Inc.)
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978-1-945448-85-0 (p)
978-1-945448-86-7 (e)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020950295
Book design by Robin Krauss, www.bookformatters.com
Cover concept by Geanna Culbertson
Cover design by Ellis Dixon, www.ellisdixon.com
First editor: Pearlie Tan
Second editor: Olivia Swenson
Books in The Crisanta Knight Series
Crisanta Knight: Protagonist Bound
Book One (2016)
Crisanta Knight: The Severance Game
Book Two (2016)
Crisanta Knight: Inherent Fate
Book Three (2017)
Crisanta Knight: The Liar, The Witch, & The Wormhole
Book Four (2018)
Crisanta Knight: To Death & Back
Book Five (2019)
Crisanta Knight: The Lost King
Book Six (2019)
Crisanta Knight: Into The Gray
Book Seven (2020)
Crisanta Knight: Midnight Law
Book Eight (2021)
Book Nine (2022)
Dedication
This book, like everything I shall ever accomplish, is dedicated to my mom and dad. You are my heroes, my coaches, and my best friends. I am thankful for you every day for more reasons than there are words in this book.
Special Thanks
Terri Leidich & BQB Publishing
For being you.
Gallien Culbertson
For a lengthy list of exceptional, wonderful reasons that summate to you being awesome.
Alexa Carter
For providing invaluable feedback that helps me craft the best stories possible.
Pearlie Tan, Olivia Swenson, & Ellis Dixon
For working hard to ensure I am the greatest author I can be, and that my books truly make an impressive impact.
Veronica Reynosa
For being an awesome supporter of my series and coming through like a hero!
I also want to thank Julie Bromley, Jennifer Herron, Ian Culbertson, The Fine Family, Bree Wernicke, // TECHYSCOUTS, the Girl Scouts organization, Girls on the Run, Aimee Bender, and all the other wonderful people who have supported this series so actively, and my many fans who I hope to continue to amaze, enthrall, and surprise in the future.
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Bonus Dedication
This book is dedicated to a hero and his daughter: Kobe Bryant and Gianna Bryant.
The first time I heard the expression “nothing unites people like a common enemy” is when I was thirteen. I like to approach the world with optimism and therefore argue that there is another kind of person that can unite us, a hero. I think they do a better job of it too, for they not only unite us; they inspire us to be stronger, work harder, and strive to be better. January 26, 2020 is one of the worst days I ever experienced. I can honestly say since then I have thought of Kobe, Gianna, and the victims of that crash every day. Kobe was a hero to so many people. He was not only a god in the sports world, but an admirable and beloved icon, idol, father, husband, storyteller, coach, entrepreneur, and more. He had so much more to give and so much more to do, as did his daughter Gigi and the people on that helicopter. The world is a little darker with them gone, and that loss can never be set right. But as one of the millions of people across the globe who felt this loss, I can say that I will never forget Kobe and Gigi, and will hold them in my heart forever.
Kobe inspired so many of us in a lot of different ways so it is hard to narrow down how to close this dedication. But I think what is most poignant for me is how journalist Stephen A. Smith described Kobe following the tragedy: “He checked all the boxes. He was a champion. He was a champion that didn’t just rely on his talents, but his work ethic. He was somebody that was rich, but played like he was starving.” No matter how far we go in life, that message and mantra, the Mamba Mentality as it were, is something worth living by.
Here’s to you, Kobe and Gigi—this book, Book Eight in my series which is releasing January 2021, a year since you were taken from the world, honors who you were and who you will continue to be for so many of us.
I am not really sure how to be the narrator of this story. I suppose you will forgive me for that. Your narrator thus far has been my best friend Crisanta Knight. How am I to claim mastery of such an important mantle on my first attempt when even a great, experienced hero like her does not typically seem to know what she is doing?
That is not a criticism by the way. It has been my observation that most heroes and main characters do not fully know what they are doing. You prepare, you strategize, you make courageous, wise decisions, but in the end finding your way often turns out to be a lot of guesswork. Narrators have to accept that, and optimistically hope for the best whilst believing a simple truth: Planning is not what makes a hero; staying strong and fighting on in the face of plans going up in smoke—that is when you have something.
As the old saying goes, “If you want to make the Author laugh, make a plan.”
A bit of backstory for those unfamiliar with the way our realm of Book is governed: The Author—our mystical prophet—chooses the people destined to be main characters in their own stories. This begins with the Author creating a protagonist book. Later, the Author’s first entry in that book is a prophecy that notates the gist of the main character’s impending fairytale fate.
If you are selected as a protagonist you attend one of two private schools: Lady Agnue’s School for Princesses & Other Female Protagonists or Lord Channing’s School for Princes & Other Young Heroes.
All royal-born children are supposed to be chosen as main characters, so as the daughter of Snow White I began attending Lady Agnue’s at the age of ten—prior to receiving my prophecy, but under the assumption that I had a protagonist book and one day my prophecy would appear. I always figured it would foretell a typical princess destiny that involved ruling my parents’ kingdom, marrying a handsome
prince, and maybe (if my mother’s luck is hereditary) getting stuck in a glass box courtesy of an evil witch.
That was the plan.
Goodness gracious did that design go up in smoke.
It started last fall when my closest friends—Crisa (daughter of Cinderella) and Blue (younger sister of Little Red Riding Hood)—received their prophecies and were, to put it mildly, not pleased. We ended up embarking on a harrowing quest to find the Author and convince her to let us write our own fates. Although I did not have a prophecy at the time, and action-adventure was not an inherent part of my essence, I went along for this quest. My heart compelled me to because, despite my natural good behavior and adherence to traditional princess standards, I had bigger dreams past monarchy and marriage.
Life was never the same after that.
Through our adventure we learned that the Author was a former Fairy Godmother named Liza Lenore afflicted by a magical disorder known as Pure Magic Disease. She did not actually have control over our fates. Seeing the future of important players in our realm, as well as other worlds, through dreams was a side effect of her condition. Envisioning their prophecies was an extremely developed side effect.
A long time ago our higher-ups decided to lie about Liza’s identity and force her to create protagonist books for all the people she dreamed about. It was their recipe for keeping people in line—separating citizens into classes and archetypes that are more easily controlled. A fine plan in regards to maintaining order in the short-term, but I suppose the higher-ups never realized the long-term consequence of divvying up people into “special” and “non-special” categories.
We are supposed to be able to define how the world views us for ourselves. Take away that right and in time people will fight back. Hence the commons rebellion that has torn up Book for many months and we are only now trying to resolve peacefully—an arduous endeavor if I ever experienced one. The commons were not happy with how the higher-ups had treated them.
I could relate to that discontent in a way. The higher-ups had lied to me too.
As part of our Author discovery, my friends and I learned that not all royal children are important enough for Liza to dream about. Our realm’s higher-ups got into the habit of forging protagonist books for princes and princesses Liza had not foreseen fates for, thus permitting the royals to attend protagonist school under the guise that they are meant to be main characters like everyone else in attendance.
I was one of those royals. Last year I learned that, unlike my friends, I did not have a real protagonist book. Mine had been forged so I could claim a spot at Lady Agnue’s that I did not deserve.
Not being identified as a key player in my realm like my friends, and realizing my life until that moment had been a lie, was a crushing blow. It made me want to do library research to unearth as many unladylike curse words as possible. It also triggered an embarrassing emotional typhoon of resentment, anger, and envy for several months.
Thankfully, I got over that. Part of this was time, support from others, and self-reflection. Additionally, it helped to put my problems in perspective. Crisa had a protagonist book and prophecy that painted a target on her back. What business did I have feeling sorry for myself for not being identified by the Author as a main character when that very thing is what caused Crisa’s life to become an unending carousel of chaos.
In the old days my bold, complicated best friend courted trouble as naturally as most princes courted princesses. Nowadays that trouble had evolved into death and destruction because the Author’s prophecy detailed that she would be the key force responsible for either stopping or helping our realm’s antagonists.
The villains in our realm had been plotting to break out of their sealed off kingdom of Alderon and overthrow the protagonist regime for some time. Thus, Crisa became very high on their priorities list and the normal lives of everyone in our tightknit group shifted as a result. That included Crisa, Blue, and me alongside our two closest friends at Lord Channing’s—Jason (younger brother to Jack of Jack & the Beanstalk) and Daniel (a common protagonist with no ties to fairytales past).
Since the revelation of Crisa’s prophecy we had been involved in one perilous story arc after another in our efforts to keep the antagonists from success. This was a difficult struggle; our enemies were tenacious, malevolent, and clever. And thanks to dark creatures called “Shadows,” several of them were able to pass through the magical In and Out Spell barrier that was supposed to keep them trapped in Alderon.
We had confronted quite a few foes since this clash began, the worst of these terrible characters, of course, being Arian. He had ruthlessly gone after Crisa since our saga started and was typically at the helm of every main conflict we faced, under orders of the antagonist queen, Nadia. Any quest we went on, we were bound to run into him at some point.
Our latest adventure had split our newly expanded team of friends in two. While several of us remained in Book to try and broker peace between the commons and the higher-ups, others (Crisa, Blue, Jason, and Daniel included) had gone to Dreamland to save a pair of important royal protagonists under a horrendous sleeping curse.
Unlike other magical realms, Dreamland existed in a separate dimension, which meant odd time differences and accessing it was tricky. My friends could only enter or exit Dreamland during a full moon. So, although to them it may have felt like a few hours since they had gone, to us in Book it had been over three weeks. I anxiously awaited their return with each passing night.
In the meantime, I tried to concentrate on the task at hand: broker peace and be the best version of myself without losing myself in the process.
I felt good about the work I was doing in Book and how much I had grown personally. Still, the road to change was hard, long, and merciless. Nowadays I often stood my ground in the face of conflict, made braver choices, and had accepted that we lived in a world fundamentally characterized by change. Yet, I lived with the fear that “being something more” was an aspiration limited by the idea that how much “more” you could be varied from person to person.
What if I did not have it in me to change enough, or change in ways that allowed me to keep up with my heroic friends? Things in the last nine months had been chaotic and unforgiving. Everything was mad these days and I was expected to move according to the world’s schedule, not my own—bend constantly without breaking, when no one had ever taught me how to do that while staying true to myself. It was all a frustrating, scary work in progress. Though I suppose every person’s story is like that to some degree.
Life is not a balanced concept and stories are predicated in the understanding that obstacles will come. They always do. It is up to us to find a way to be true to ourselves while navigating through them.
I needed to do something and be someone that mattered in a world that was always pushing me toward losing the true SJ Kaplan. Making plans may have been comically optimistic, but I did plan on succeeding here. I had to. My friends were counting on me, my realm was counting on me, and I was counting on me.
I was never a religious person, but answering to the higher power of one’s self seemed like a cause worth dedicating a life to. So that is what I would do. I wanted to be proud of myself, do right by myself, and use every part of myself to foster good. This was my story as much as anyone else’s. I was going to honor that and be proactive accordingly.
With that in mind, I enter this story with the best segue I can think of:
Once upon a time in a land far, far away there was a princess whose prince never came, whose friends were all wildcards, and who was desperately trying to save the world one strategic choice at a time . . .
ou know what is always a good idea: trying to improve the world. You know what is always a terrible idea: thinking that other people will not fight you as you try to do it.
It was a late August afternoon. Timid sunlight streamed down from higher windows, freckling the gray walls with dots of summer. My twenty-three cohorts in our commons reb
ellion peace talks sat around me—twelve representatives from the rebels’ side and twelve representatives from their “opposition,” myself included. The latter group (per the contingency of the rebels) consisted of three Fairy Godmothers, three of our kingdom’s ambassadors, and six protagonists.
Because the peace talks were Crisa’s idea, and our crew of friends knew more about the inner workings of our realm than most, the Godmother Supreme let Crisa pick the six protagonists. With her and a good number of our core group away in Dreamland, that led this assembly to include me, our schoolmates Javier Marcos, Divya Patel, Princess Marie Sinclaire, and her brother Prince Gordon Sinclaire, as well as Crisa’s eldest brother Prince Pietro Knight.
Pietro, Gordon, Marie, and I brought a unique perspective to the assembly. We were all royals who did not have real protagonist books. Ours had been forged so, although we attended Lady Agnue’s and Lord Channing’s, we were technically common characters. Those factors made us as neutral in this conflict as anyone could be. Yet, neutrality seemed as irrelevant a concept within these walls as time sometimes seemed to be.
I glanced at the shockingly large clock at the back of the room—its ticking hands pressuring me to make my big move before the day’s end. That was the plan when I approached Gallant Castle this morning, the domain repurposed for our peace talks. However, I was a creature of tact and had been waiting for the right moment to present my ideas. Today had not been opportune for that. It could be a bit hard to get a strategic word in with so many aggressive people trying to constantly fit in their less agreeable ones.
“The very idea of a school for protagonists is absurd,” Elias Fray argued passionately. The naturally tan rebel leader in her late twenties said everything passionately. A less poised person may have described the quality as obnoxious. I was trying not to stoop to that level.
Elias’s moxie seemed to irritate the Godmother Supreme, as evidenced by the number of eye rolls the Fairy Godmother had performed after statements made by Elias today—twenty-nine thus far. The two women clashed more than most people on this panel.
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