by C. G. Garcia
THE KINGDOM OF ETERNAL SORROW
The Golden Mage Book One
C.G. GARCIA
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Copyright © 2015 C.G. Garcia
All Rights Reserved
No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the author.
Cover Design by C.G. Garcia
Stock Photographer for Model: Janna Prosvirina
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
THE MAN WITHIN THE TEMPLE
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CHAPTER ONE
There it was again, that strange sensation of fingertips brushing against the back of her neck, a feathery touch lasting for only the space of a breath. Allison McNeal instantly jolted out of her troubled thoughts as she sat in the morning traffic with her younger sister waiting for the light to change. She would have absently dismissed it as nothing more than a wayward strand of hair tickling the back of her neck if it had not already happened dozens of times ever since she had woken up that morning.
Then, as if those ghostly fingers weren’t enough, she was once again overwhelmed with the disconcerting feeling of being stared at intently from seemingly every direction, as though she had become the center of attention within a stadium full of hidden eyes. Allison knew, without looking, that none of those eyes belonged to her sister, Katherine, no matter how much the teen had been glaring at her earlier.
No—she had the distinct feeling that whoever or whatever the presence, it wasn’t just staring out of idle curiosity or even just to get under her skin. It was studying her, weighing her, considering her for—something, almost as if somebody had whispered the knowledge, unbidden, into her mind.
As had happened the last time she had sensed the staring, the temperature inside her car had dropped noticeably within the last few seconds. Allison could feel the hairs at the nape of her neck start to rise, and she began to shiver from both the unnatural chill and its implications. It took all of her self-control to prevent herself from shouting out to the air to demand to know who was staring at her. Only the fear of worrying her sister kept her lips firmly sealed.
Instead, she gazed around the interior of the car and into the rearview mirror as discreetly as possible, but as she suspected, neither Katherine nor even the cab driver in the lane beside her were even looking in her direction. Kat was staring out her window as if she was seeing the most fascinating sight in the world, presumably sulking from their earlier argument.
Allison clenched her hands around the steering wheel and tried to will the feeling away. Yet, no matter how much she wished it, how hard she tried to ignore it, the sensation of being watched persisted. She could almost feel the presence of somebody behind her, almost hear it steadily breathing next to her ear.
It had to be a ghost, one that had somehow attached itself to her rather than a building or place, because the alternative—that she had finally cracked after everything she had suffered the last few years—was just too scary and depressing to contemplate.
After enduring the scrutiny through block after block, Allison knew that if it continued any longer, she wouldn’t be able to stay quiet and pretend as though nothing was wrong. Those unseen eyes made her feel as if she was once again under the disapproving, fanatical eyes of her stepfather. She had to make it/them stop looking at her before she really went mad—or worse, had another one of her panic attacks right there in the middle of driving. It had been a year since her last one, a rather embarrassing situation involving several hundred people at her university that she loathed to remember.
Stop it! she mentally shouted to whatever entity was watching her with such fury that she outwardly shook with the effort.
She was shocked when, a moment later, whatever it was that was spying on her did stop. Her skin no longer crawled with the sensation of eyes scrutinizing her. Even the air around her didn’t feel as cold.
Allison raised a pale, shaky hand to rub the back of her neck in an attempt to rid herself of that horrible feeling. She waited breathlessly for a few minutes, waiting for the sensation to return, but it didn’t. She exhaled slowly and gave a mental sigh of relief.
She glanced over at Katherine and marveled that her little sister hadn’t noticed that anything was amiss at all, not even to complain that it was too cold inside the car. Although it was September, it was still pretty hot, and both girls were dressed in short sleeves and shorts.
Or she’s too busy sulking and giving me the silent treatment to have noticed.
So shaken by the experience, when they finally reached James Park, Allison’s knees nearly buckled when she climbed out of the car because her legs were trembling so badly. Luckily, Kat was still sulking and not looking at her, so she didn’t witness Allison’s near fall.
To make matters worse, Allison instantly saw that an unusual amount of people littered the park, a family reunion in all probability from the varying ages all wearing the same bright orange t-shirts. They looked like a scene from a bad G-rated movie. Loud voices and the wails and laughter of children reached her ears even from the parking lot.
Allison sighed. I should have expected this to happen. After everything that’s been happening to me this morning—Kat suddenly showing up at the crack of dawn in tears and phantom eyes staring at me from God-only-knows-where—I shouldn’t be surprised at all. Oh well, so much for my hopes of a nice, private chat under the shade.
“It’s usually a lot quieter here,” Allison said apologetically, breaking the tense silence between them. “Why don’t we just take a walk for a while along the jogging trail, instead.”
The trail was located on the far side of the park, so the long walk over would give them ample time to talk—if her sister ever decided to talk to her again.
When Kat merely shrugged in indifference, Allison sighed again and began to walk along one of the many paved walkways towards the beginning of the trail as Kat followed silently behind. A light breeze blew over her, bringing with it a faint smell of impending rain. She glanced up at the sky with a frown, but it was almost completely clear.
Shrugging, Allison glanced over at Kat as the younger girl finally quickened her pace to walk beside her. Kat was walking with her head bent low, her hands crammed into the pockets of her shorts. She was the very picture of defeat. Allison suddenly felt ashamed that she had automatically assumed Kat was merely sulking.
Kat probably thinks I’m really angry with her about possibly bringing her dad’s wrath down on me if he finds out she’s here with me after sneaking out of her house this morning. She hasn’t spoken a word to
me in over twenty minutes, and that’s definitely a record for her!
She suddenly felt like crying.
Yeah. Some big sister I’m turning out to be, Allison thought glumly, but how can I make her understand the situation from my point of view? God, why does everything always have to be so complicated?
As they walked in silence across the grass, Allison suddenly noticed in alarm that it was too quiet in the park. Allison glanced around and was surprised to see only a handful of people strolling through the park, even less sitting on the benches that had been completely filled only ten minutes earlier, and only a couple of families picnicking under the trees. The reunion group had also conspicuously vanished. It was as though she had only hallucinated the crowded scene earlier.
Even so, the changed scene wasn’t the thing that had her nervously wondering if they shouldn’t just turn around and head back to the car. Though one of the reasons why she loved this particular park was because of its serenity, never once in the dozens of times she had strolled through it had it been as utterly soundless as it was at the moment.
No birds sang. No insects buzzed. She couldn’t even pick out a tendril of conversation. The wind had even stopped blowing. The whole park had succumbed to an unnerving, preternatural stillness that suddenly sent an icy chill down Allison’s spine. All of nature seemed to be holding its breath for a reason unknown to only her and Kat.
What the hell—
Then before she could even truly begin to freak out about the abrupt silence, everything fell back to normal just as abruptly. A few sparrows began to sing at the same time a cool breeze began to gently whip through her hair. A few sounds of faint conversation even reached her ears from the surrounding park.
That’s odd, Allison thought. She half-expected to feel those invisible eyes focused on her again; they certainly fit in with the strangeness she had just witnessed, but she didn’t feel them at all.
A few seconds later, she laughed aloud, to her sister’s alarm.
I’m just being silly. This issue with Kat is really doing a number on my wild imagination. I’m starting to see shadows where there aren’t any. Just because the birds stopped singing for a moment doesn’t mean something strange has happened.
“Allie, what’s wrong?” Kat suddenly asked anxiously, her voice jarring Allison from her thoughts. “Why’d you laugh? You look like someone just told you the world’s ending, but instead of crying, you’re laughing!”
“Nothing,” Allison assured her, perhaps a little too quickly. “Nothing at all. I just suddenly had a funny, random thought—but enough about that.” She regarded her sister’s alarmed expression and smiled apologetically at her. “I was also trying to decide how I’m ever going to manage to make you understand why you can’t live here with me just yet. That probably explains my doomsday expression.”
Might as well jump back into the argument so we can figure this whole mess out. After all, she mused, Kat can only risk staying here with me for a day or so, and lord knows when I’ll get to see her again. I don’t want to waste this rare time together!
“And here I was hoping you might’ve changed your mind,” Kat said a bit bitterly. “Okay, let’s hear it.”
“You’ve only just turned seventeen,” Allison explained gently, the bitterness in her sister’s voice making her heart clench painfully, “still a minor, and he has sole custody. Your dad could easily accuse me of taking a minor across state lines without his permission and have me arrested for kidnapping or something. You know the old bastard would do it, too. After all, we’re blasphemers, unbelievers. He’s been dying for the excuse to make Mom and me suffer some more for trying to take you away from him and all his craziness the first time.”
Kat opened her mouth to speak, a mulish look on her face, but Allison cut her off.
“I know, that emancipation thing you started to tell me about earlier before my roommate wandered in.”
“It could work,” Kat insisted. “I’ve only got eleven more months until I’m eighteen, anyway.”
Allison looked at her sadly. “You don’t think I haven’t considered it before, that it was the first thing I looked into once you turned sixteen and had a better shot of finding a job?”
Kat stopped in her tracks. “You have?” she exclaimed incredulously.
Allison stopped and turned to face her. “Of course I did. Don’t you think I would have done everything I could to find a loophole around the custody problem that didn’t involve actual kidnapping or for us to have a million dollars to spend on legal fees?”
“Then why didn’t you ever tell me about it?” she asked bewilderedly.
“Because—while in theory it sounds like the answer to all our problems, becoming an emancipated minor isn’t likely to happen. For that to be granted, you need to be able to prove to the court that you have the ability to support yourself, and that doesn’t mean living jobless at your sister’s tiny apartment with two other starving college students who can barely make the rent. You would have to do everything back in Cedar Ridge, anyway. Plus, you’ll still have to go to school and follow the child labor laws. That alone should be reason enough for you, but from the look on your face, I see that you still aren’t convinced.”
“I can get a job,” she said stubbornly.
“Enough to pay for your own apartment?” Allison countered. “Living expenses are steep everywhere, not just California. Why do you think I have to live with two other girls just to make ends meet? If I still lived with Mom, even if she wasn’t so sick and could work, we would’ve still been struggling. The judge will never approve you, even if you were somehow lucky enough to get a different judge other than your dad’s old buddy. Please, please try to hold on for a few more months.”
Allison winced as she saw her sister’s face crumble after having the last of her hopes extinguished. What have I done?
Before she could even think of a comforting reply, Allison flinched and actually backed up a step as Kat’s face suddenly transformed from a look of despair to white-hot fury.
“Don’t you get it!” Kat exclaimed angrily through clenched teeth. “I didn’t risk stealing some of his money and sneaking out in the middle of the night to take a bus halfway across the country because the old bastard’s planning on sending me to just any old stupid missionary camp for the year. It’s like one of those behavioral wilderness programs rich parents are always sending their kids to “correct” their behavior, only it’s a million times worse because it’s run by those cultists!”
She fisted her hands at her sides, her entire body shaking, she was so angry. “I’ll run away!” she threatened. “If I can’t stay here with you, then I’ll just run away and live on the streets! I’d rather die in the gutter than be forced to go to that Village of the Damned place!”
“Kat! You can’t—”
Allison broke off abruptly when her voice sounded way louder than it should have. The sudden silence that had fallen over the park earlier was happening again, even more noticeable now than before because she had been talking this time. It wasn’t just her imagination. Something very strange really was happening. Having that same eerie silence fall over the park within minutes of each occurrence was just too much of a coincidence.
She turned to a red-faced Kat and whispered, afraid to disturb the unnatural silence, “Kat, do you notice anything strange about the park right now?”
Looking suspiciously at her, Kat demanded rather loudly, “What the hell are you talking about? And why are you whispering?”
Allison blinked in surprise at the coldness in her sister’s voice. She opened her mouth to reply but quickly shut it when she saw the icy glare Kat directed at her.
“You’re just trying to change the subject so you don’t have to deal with what I said, aren’t you?” she accused. “You don’t believe that I would really do—”
Her voice broke off abruptly, the pissed off look on her face melting into first, confusion, then alarm. A wave of relief washed through
Allison at her sister’s reaction. She noticed. If Kat was hearing, or rather not hearing, the same thing, then Allison couldn’t be crazy. What was happening was real and not just in her head.
For a long moment, Kat stood frozen and listened, seemingly not even daring to breathe as if she, too, was scared to disturb that unnatural silence. Her eyes had slowly widened in what could have been fear or wonder, but the tremble in her voice as she spoke pointed towards the former.
“The silence,” Kat said nervously, her anger long forgotten. “The silence is what you’re talking about isn’t it? It’s not—right.”
“Exactly,” Allison confirmed, more to herself than to her sister. “Birds should be singing, people talking and laughing, a breeze blowing, but they all stopped when things got heated between us. That’s why I noticed it. My voice suddenly sounded ten times louder than it should have, even raised in panic. It’s as if nature is expecting something unnatural or catastrophic to happen, like the animals they say sense earthquakes days before they happen in California. They sudden begin to act strange, and I think we can qualify what’s happening right now as strange.”
“Are you sure that the reason why the birds stopped singing wasn’t because of my shouting?” Kat asked. “That could’ve scared them into silence, couldn’t it?”
“Maybe so,” Allison answered without conviction, “but the breeze also stopped. Your shouting wouldn’t have affected that. This isn’t the first time this has happened, either. Several minutes ago, I noticed that everything was too quiet, even for this particular park, but I dismissed it as nothing, a coincidence. Now I’m not so sure.”
Allison paused for a moment, torn between wanting to confide her earlier feelings of being watched with her sister, but then afraid of Kat’s reaction to something that sounded like no more than a case of paranoia. But I need to know if she felt the staring, too, or if that part really was me making something out of nothing. If she also felt it, then maybe it has something to do with what’s happening now.