The Starborn Saga (Books 1, 2, & 3)

by Jason D. Morrow

  “Grab onto something!” Danny yells out as they fall.

  It doesn’t even seem as though Connor has his eyes open when he reaches out and grabs a steel bar, feet dangling in the air. The only thing keeping him from a ten-story fall is a single grip with his left hand. Danny also holds on for dear life only feet from Connor.

  The greyskins care nothing for holes or drops. They see two pieces of meat dangling over the side and it looks like an easy target. Over and over the greyskins lunge out to try and reach Connor or Danny and each time, they fall from a devastating height.

  They move without regard for themselves, almost as if each one is committing suicide. Some are better off than others. Some even try and make a jump. One of them actually lands next to Connor and tries to grab onto him, but Connor swings slightly and puts a boot into its chest, throwing it onto the growing pile of dead bodies below.

  “Just hang on tight!” Danny yells out. He pulls himself up slightly to see if any more are coming. Nothing. “Can you reach me?”

  “I’m losing my grip!”

  A loud groan rumbles out from the other side of the bridge.

  “It’s going to collapse!” Danny yells.

  “I’m going to collapse!” Connor yells back. He looks over his shoulder probably assessing whether he can reach the other side or not, but the distance is at least ten feet.

  Connor tries to grab with both hands and pull himself up, but he has been hanging for too long. His grip is failing.

  Danny pulls himself up and shimmies his way above Connor. “I can’t reach you!” he says. “You’ve got to pull up a little!”

  “I’m so tired,” Connor says faintly.

  “I’m very strong, but I can’t fly! Come on! Find the strength!”

  Connor’s grip loosens a little more. Danny slaps the concrete in frustration. He sees a steel rod jutted from the side. Lowering himself down, he is still too far for Connor to reach.

  “Swing to your left!” Danny calls out.

  Connor grits his teeth, mustering the strength left within him to swing his arm within Danny’s grasp. He loses his grip as he swings out, but Danny grabs his wrist and the two dangle from the side of the bridge. Danny pulls Connor’s arm and throws him up onto the other side of the gaping hole. Connor rolls onto his side and watches as Danny pulls himself up onto the side of building one.

  “Connor, run! The bridge is about to collapse!”

  Connor doesn’t hesitate and takes off for the door to building two. He looks over his shoulder and sees that Danny cleared the hole and is running quickly behind him. The groaning of the bridge grows louder and what’s left of the glass surrounding shatters to pieces. Connor and Danny both try to cover their heads with their arms as shards fall all around them.

  Connor lets out a yell as he feels the bridge give way to total collapse. With one last desperate attempt to make it to building two, Connorng l al leaps from the bridge and through the door, leaving a falling Danny behind. The bridge crashes to the ground as loud as an explosion. Massive chunks of concrete shake the building as they smash into the base. After only a few seconds, all that can be heard is the grunts of pursuing greyskins down below.

  Connor places a hand on his chest, and lets out a deep breath. Blood streaks down the side of his head, and his bottom lip is split open. However, through the pain, he manages to crawl to the side of the building to look down for any sign of Danny.

  A look of amazement spreads across his face as he sees Danny hanging on for dear life on the side of the building.

  “Are you okay?” Connor calls out to him. Danny is at least five stories below. Only a person with incredible strength could have held on like that.

  “I’ve been better,” Danny says. Connor looks past Danny to the ground and sees that greyskins are now pouring into the side of the building where the bridge has smashed a new entrance. Danny sees it too. “You better get over to building seven quick. You’re about to have company.”

  “What about you?”

  “I’ll catch up,” he says. “Pulling myself up is no problem, but if there’s nothing to grip onto, I’m in trouble. I’ll meet you there.”

  “There’ll be a sea of greyskins between us if I don’t wait for you,” Connor says.

  “There will be a sea of greyskins on top of us both if you don’t leave now!”

  Connor gets the picture, though he also knows there isn’t a way to get the satellite receiver out on his own. It’s not a one-man job. This entire operation requires all three of them. If one of them dies, all of them die. From the looks of it, the mission might have been doomed from the start. There is a reason Garden’s Peak continues to be full of greyskins. People come here and they never leave. All of them think they will be the ones to make it out alive but they never do. That’s why Connor, Danny, and Heather have such a large herd to face.

  Connor jogs over to the door of the stairwell. He opens it slightly and can already hear the sounds of the coming greyskins. They’re moving quickly. They’re hungry. Connor sprints through the middle of building two until he reaches the door to the next bridge. He opens it with only a slight hesitation, checking to make sure there isn’t another mob of man-eaters awaiting him.

  Nothing.

  He slams the door shut behind him, knowing full well that a closed door will only delay them a few seconds. The next few buildings are the same. Somewhere in the middle of building four, Connor tries to contact Danny and Heather on his wristband. All he gets back is static. He swears, probably thinking that he may be the only one still alive.

  In the middle of building four he hunches over his knees, sweaty and out of breath. Anyone in this situation knows that running is imperative, but he simply has to fill his lungs. After a moment, he stands straight, forcing himself to suck air in through his nose. He immediately hears the labored breathing of greyskins coming for him. Maybe they are following his scent. Maybe they just know there is someone on the run. Either way, they mean to finish Connor and they could do it in seconds.

  Without any more hesitation, he continues his sprint across the buildings. He doesn’t stop until he makes it to building six. The greyskins are louder behind him now.

  As I sit in the truck, riding toward Springhill, I can’t help but feel scared for him, but most of all I feel guilty. I should be there to help him. I should be there to get him through to the next building. I know he fears for his life. In these moments, I wish I could tell Connor that I’m right there n rist of alext to him. Though it does no good, I wish it did. I wish I could at least comfort him. But he’s facing some of the fastest greyskins I’ve ever seen, and I’m sure they’re the fastest he’s ever seen too.

  He crosses the last bridge to the seventh building. Even though he has almost made it to the destination, it doesn’t change the fact that he will have no place to go once he gets there. Unless Danny and Heather can make it to him, there’s no chance of them getting out.

  As he nears the doorway into building seven, he can see the greyskins coming fast as they reach the last bridge. Connor’s eyes go wide at the sight of the undead sprinters. He swings the door open and slams it shut behind him as he finally enters building seven. This top floor is unlike all the others. Instead of a door to another bridge and door to the stairwell, there are three door

  s.

  He looks at each of them frantically, not knowing which of them will lead to the roof. The one in the middle seems different from the others. It’s slightly open, but the door is much thicker than any Connor has run into so far. He looks over his shoulder, but he can’t hesitate. He sprints for the middle door.

  The greyskins are in the seventh building. He slams the thick door, cursing because he knows the greyskins saw him. They’ve had no trouble with any of the other doors. Hopefully this one will be different.

  He shoves his shoulder into it, hoping it will be enough to keep them out. If it’s not, he’ll be devoured in minutes. To his right, there is a latch that controls a gian
t deadbolt. He reaches for it as the first greyskin slams into the door. He pulls on the latch as hard as he can and the deadbolt locks in place. As the greyskins pummel the door, Connor takes a much-needed rest, setting his head against it. Opening his eyes, he sees what looks to be some kind of control room. Large windows let in the daylight that illuminates all kinds of machinery. Old radios, screens, and large consoles with countless buttons take up the entire room.

  Connor sighs. He knows he’s safe for now, but it does little to calm him. He ignores the pounding of the greyskins and walks over to the left side of the room to look out the giant windows. There’s no sign of Heather or Danny. Looking up, he can see the roof with the small satellite dish needed for their mission.

  He might not ever get that satellite dish. He might not even survive.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  We drive for hours until we come close to Springhill. My mind is almost constantly on Connor. The greyskins try to get through the door, but the metal is too thick and the lock too strong. Connor is trapped.

  Heather and Danny aren’t trapped but there’s no way they can get into building seven. They try over and over to contact Connor through the wristband, but all they hear is static. It’s a hopeless situation.

  A big part of me wants to travel there to try and help them, but it’s hours away and it would probably be too late by then. And without medical attention, Christopher might die. I hold back the urge to confess my ability to see others in my mind, mostly because it would do no good.

  After thirty more minutes, we arrive at Springhill. The three elders, Austin, Bill, and Linda meet us. Evelyn stands behind them patiently as Aaron explains what happened. We get Christopher to a medical bed and Sadie goeng l ee es with him. In the middle of all this, I go to Evelyn.

  “I need to talk to you about something,” I say.

  She looks from left to right, then nods. “Let’s walk.”

  “I’ve had my first dream,” I tell her. “About Willow. About how Jeremiah uses her. That’s all I’ve seen though.”

  Evelyn nods. “There’s much more to the story,” she says. “I would tell you what happens, but I feel it would be much more meaningful if you saw it all for yourself.”

  “I didn’t know you had the ability to transfer thoughts and memories to others,” I say.

  “Just part of the package,” Evelyn smiles. “I’m full of surprises. Though, so are you. You keep discovering new gifts.”

  “Connor and the others are in trouble,” I blurt out as we step further down the road.

  “You’ve seen this?”

  I nod.

  “I’m not sure there’s anything you can do, Mora. They knew the risk before leaving.”

  I’m surprised at her cold words. “I thought you would be more alarmed.”

  “Sweetie, if you knew the number of friends and loved ones I’ve lost over the years, you’d understand my reaction. First, I’m not convinced they can’t get out of it. Danny and Heather can take care of themselves. I barely know Connor, but he’s strong.”

  “He’s trapped,” I say.

  “Maybe what he needs the most right now is support. Confidence from you.”

  I shake my head, unsure of what she means. “What he needs is a Starborn power.”

  “Well, he can’t choose when and if that happens. It’s not up to him. Not up to any of us.”

  “I’m worried.”

  “So is Connor, I’m sure,” Evelyn says. “Why don’t you try talking to him?”

  “What?”

  She shrugs. “I don’t know the extent of this gift you have, but you never know, maybe you can talk to him. Maybe he can hear you.”

  “What good would that do?” I ask.

  Evelyn stops walking and turns to look at me in the eyes. “Because if that boy is about to die, he will at least know you were there with him. No one wants to die alone.”

  “You talk like it’s the end for him.”

  “No,” she says. “I just don’t want you to be taken by surprise.”

  Evelyn walks away from me, leaving me alone in the middle of the main road. I look around the village and can’t help but wonder if what we’ve done so far is right. Workers from around the village labor to put up the new wall despite the fading sunlight. Even with Screven-grade fortifications around Springhill, if Jeremiah wants to destroy this place he will do it. If he wants to get to me he can. It’s just a matter of time. I can’t help but consider what would happen if I just ran from all of this. Would my family be safer? Would the Starborns still be able to take Jeremiah down? I could go by a different name, move to a different village. Eventually, Jeremiah wouldn’t care about me anymore. I would be a distant memory.

  But I couldn’t do that to Jake and Grandma. I’ve left them too many times now already. This started because all I wanted was to protect them anyway.

  I continue my walk down the road, away from the main village. I want to see my family, but now I need to be alone. Maybe I’ll take Evelyn’s advice and try to talk to Connor. I don’t know. It sounds stupid.

  I make my way past the shacks and homes until I reach the tree houses. The structures are meant for safety to keep out of a greyskin ofng m’s reach. This evening, I will use one of them to be alone for a little while.

  Climbing to the top of one of these things is never a pleasant experience. It usually means that I’m trying to stay alive. It also reminds me of the day I should have just stayed in here and not gone out to try and help my father. I always wonder if my mom and dad would still be alive if it wasn’t for my stupid decision that day.

  I crawl to the back wall on the other side of the tree house, resting my back and head against the wood. Shutting my eyes, I’m now facing Connor who stares out into the setting sun, probably pondering what he’ll do next.

  My thoughts then drift to Danny who’s standing next to Heather in a giant room. What I see beyond them gives me a feeling of hope. In front of them stand shelves full of weapons. Any kind of weapon a person could want.

  Danny laughs out as Heather smiles wide.

  “You think we can carry enough to take out a few hundred greyskins?” Heather asks.

  “We’re going to do our best,” he answers. “Connor was right. This is a survivalist’s goldmine. Glad he told us about this. I just hope he’s alive.”

  “Well, if he’s not,” Heather says, “we still have to do what we have to do. Take out the greyskins, grab the satellite dish and get out of here.”

  “We’ve got a long walk till we get to building seven,” Danny says.

  “What is this one, four?”

  Danny nods.

  “We can do it.”

  When I move back to Connor, I can see that he’s getting frustrated. He’s talking to himself, angry that he’s trapped in this room alone.

  “I can’t believe I’m actually going to die today,” Connor says.

  But you won’t.

  He bends down and picks up a long piece of metal, maybe an old table leg, and feels the weight in his hands.

  What is he about to do? Holding it like a club, it looks as though he’s going to try and leave the room.

  Bad idea. They are coming to help you Connor, just wait!

  His breathing is heavier as he continues to talk to himself. “How could have the others survived? They had no place to go. There were too many greyskins to make it.”

  But I know differently.

  In his right hand, he holds the metal weapon, and he places his left hand on the latch that keeps the door locked from the inside.

  Connor…no.

  He closes his eyes, and his knuckles are white with a tight grip around the latch. “It’s now or never,” he says. “I’m not just going to starve here.”

  He tenses up and holds his breath as if he’s about to pull up on the latch, but lets out his breath and lets go of it and wipes the sweat from his eyes.

  “Okay,” he says to himself. “On three…”

  I can�
�t believe this is happening. The greyskins gathered on the other side of the door will kill him in seconds. He doesn’t stand a chance.

  “One…”

  Connor stop. Don’t do this.

  “Two…”

  Please don’t do this, you’ll die!

  “Three!”

  “Connor stop!”

  The scream escapes my lips and I can hear the echoes traveling through the trees. I watch in horror as he begins to pull up on the latch, but then he hesitates in the middle of the motion. Quickly, he snaps the latch back into place and turns around, searching for something behind him as bepon, a though he heard a noise he wasn’t expecting.

  “Mora?” he says, looking in every direction.

  My heart jolts at the sound of my name. Did he actually just hear me?

  “Connor,” I say out loud again.

  “This is weird,” he says, eyes darting in every direction.

  “Stay where you are,” I tell him.

  He doesn’t answer, but just stands there.

  “Help is on the way,” I say. “Just be patient.”

  He scratches his head with the piece of metal in his hand. “What is going on with me?” He shakes his head. “I must really have it bad for her.” He leans against the wall and lets his body slide to the floor. “What am I thinking? I can’t open that door. What if the others are still out there?” He sighs.

  It hits me that he didn’t actually hear what I said, but somehow my emotions must have been projected his way. Somehow he knows what I’m trying to tell him.

  He rubs his fingers through his hair, frustrated. I’m flooded with relief.

  “I feel like you’re here, Mora,” he says, just above a whisper. “Why do I feel that way?”

  Because I am.

  “I wish you were,” he says. “Not only could you take out all these greyskins for us, but I’d also be able to talk to you.”

  Talk to me.

  He shakes his head. “What are we doing? What am I doing? I’m helping you because I’ve fallen for you, not because I believe in this cause. Really, I think the cause is a bit lousy. Jeremiah is a greedy dictator. But at least our colony was safe from the greyskins.”