The teenage boy shivered, and Alan didn’t believe it was because of the cold. What had been done to him? And if Sensor didn’t betray Alona’s plans, then who did?
Stepping toward her, Jonathan reached out and touched her chin. “Only one of my investors has come. Your military friends, by the way, are interested in putting in a bid for my work as well. I’m sure you thought it clever to invite them and have them take me prisoner. The thing you don’t realize is that we’ve already spoken. Your spy who was arranging all of the fireworks for tonight’s show was only going to secure a way for me to take even more of your charges from you.”
“But he…” Alona shook her head. “He said you wouldn’t…”
“Know? I’m sure whoever gave him the orders to arrange the scene has him believing that.” The Doctor stepped away from her, turning his back on her completely. “I know you desire your freedom from the Gelandrosimbol. Being their slave isn’t something I enjoy either.”
“If you knew this was going to be a bust, then why are you here? Why come at all?” she asked, her tone dark.
The Doctor chuckled. “I promised my investors a show of Alturan power. Proof this whole thing is real. All I have are a few parlor tricks, but you have a great deal of skills. I knew you’d be here to make sure I got what I was due.”
“And you think I’ll show off these skills of mine for your entertainment?” She scoffed. “You don’t know me well at all.”
“You will, because my superiors have told me to pass along this message—provide me with an example of power, and you’ll be free without any consequences. Failure to do so will only hurt you in the long run. Your freedom will still be given, but in a much more painful way.” He faced her again. “They aren’t happy about your betrayal.”
The mystery man from the other car, the one Alan could only assume was an investor, snickered. “So dramatic.”
“Politics always are,” Jonathan said. “What do you say? Care to come with me and my friend? Or is this going to be difficult?”
Alona’s fists clenched at her side. “Fine.”
Nodding, the Doctor placed a hand on her shoulder, and then he did something unexpected: he looked toward where Alan and Cadence were hiding and smirked.
He knows we’re here. Is he expecting me to fight for her? I’m sure he knows her powers aren’t aggressive in nature. Not unless she has some of her enhancements. Alan knew for a fact that she had the ability to control ice along with being able to take away another’s powers, though she hadn’t been born with the ice gift. Still, it was power. Alan himself had a number of artificial enhancements. On Altura it was normal to have a few simple things like healing abilities for emergencies.
But was that what the investors wanted to see? A superpower is a superpower. On Earth, such things are abnormal and unheard of. A hard fact to remember.
The old Alan, the one who still loved Alona, would have come out of hiding and picked a fight, giving the Doctor the display of power he so desired. New Alan, however, wasn’t going to fall for such a game. He placed a hand on Cadence’s shoulder and teleported them away from there, taking her back home again to her room.
Cadence shook underneath his grasp. “The leak is working with the Doctor.”
“Yes, and we have his name now,” Alan said. “A nice lead.”
“It’s a common name. I know a lot of guys who go by Jonathan.”
“And still a start.” Alan gave her a small smile.
She nodded and sat down on her bed. “The military is involved too. What do you think they all want?”
“The drug. They want the drug so they can—”
“Inject people with it and gain superpowers. Right, duh,” she mumbled. “So everyone is in on it, and there is nobody we can trust. No one is fighting for the right thing.”
“I am,” Alan insisted.
Her dark eyes gazed at him, and though she smiled he could see sadness overwhelming her as well. “This is so much bigger than it used to be. I used to hope it would end. Now I’m wondering if it ever will.”
“It will. I promise, I will make sure it ends. I…I’ll make sure of it. For all of you.”
“Without rehabilitation?”
“Yes,” he said. A soft sigh of relief left his lips. “Somehow you will have what you desire.”
Cadence gave him a huge hug. Unexpected, but he wasn’t about to complain. For her, I’ll do anything.
Epilogue
Tait walked up to the address Drone had given her over the phone. Her logic screamed at her to turn around and run away, but the desire to be whole again was far louder inside of her head. The gaps in her life were growing tiresome. When she watched Payton suffer through them, her heart broke even more. That will not be me.
She buzzed the apartment number she’d been given.
“Hello?” Drone’s voice said through the receiver.
“It’s…it’s me,” she said.
The door unlocked. Tait made her way up the stairs, her heart pounding more wildly the closer she got to the top floor. When she found his apartment number, she knocked quietly. The door opened, and Drone stood before her in jeans and an undershirt, looking rather rugged and dirty. Clearly, he’d just finished doing some kind of physical activity. All it did was make him all the more desirable. Without his mask, she got to enjoy all of his features, not just a few. His lean muscles and dark eyes were her favorites.
She averted her gaze to the interior of his apartment, which was surprisingly clean. “So…I’m here.”
“Yes, you’re here,” he said. “Do you want to come in?”
“Probably better to talk in there than out in the hall.” She walked in, making her way past him to go sit on his couch.
He laughed. “Go right ahead and make yourself at home. I don’t mind at all.”
“Do you have a name?” she asked, crossing her legs. Please let me have not done something stupid by coming here.
“Stas.” He walked over and sat down by her. “And yours?”
She didn’t want to give her name, but it was only fair since she’d wanted to know his. “Tait.”
“Pleasure to meet the real you,” he said. “Even though I know you’re only here for business, I’m happy to hear you trust me enough to come over.”
“I don’t trust you,” she snapped.
He raised an eyebrow. “Because of what happened to your boss?”
“Among other things.” When she thought of how Alona had been betrayed and abused, Tait saw red all over again. “Don’t bring it up, or I’ll punch you.”
“Just know that wasn’t my fault,” he said, then laughed. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”
“Stop flirting with me. I—”
“Have a boyfriend? I told you, those don’t stop me from flirting with you. You don't have to flirt back, you know. If it bugs you so much, I'll stop. Secondly, I’ve heard about your supposed boyfriend. It seems you two are broken up at the moment, according to the things I have on file from your own brain.”
Tait clenched her fists. “You’ve been viewing my memories?”
“Yup.” He gave her a full-on ear-to-ear grin. “I had to if I was going to decide what to give back first.”
“Ugh, whatever. So this is what I can offer you in return for—”
Stas held up a hand. “Payment won’t be necessary this time around. Just the pleasure of your company is enough for me. Next time, we’ll discuss in detail what I want and what you can give me.”
Taking in a deep breath, Tait nodded. “Fine.”
“Good, now relax. I’m not the bad guy.”
I’m not so sure. But what other choice did she have? The Doctor and his tribe were getting too strong. Giving Stas the benefit of the doubt was the only way she could function to her fullest potential. He had made sure to make an example of Alona, humiliating her in front of his investors. Tait had never seen her so upset, and that was saying a lot, given Alona’s ongoing complicated relationship with her
ex-fiancé. Tait still hadn’t heard all of the details, nor was she sure she wanted to. What she did know was that she had to do everything she could to help, no matter the cost.
Tait relaxed, just as she was told. I’m doing the right thing. This alliance needs to be made.
About the Author
J.F. Jenkins lives in Minneapolis Minnesota with her husband, son, and two cats. She graduated from Bethel University in 2006 with a degree in Media Communication with minors in both writing and film. When she is not busy writing, she spends her free time playing games, reading, and spending time with her family.
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Chapter One
There are a multitude of rules that must be obeyed when finding the perfect sacrifice for the great water dragon, Lord Oceina. The sacrifice must be female. She may not be older than eighteen years of age. She must be pure like the snow - un-tainted in any way.
The priests watched all of the girls who grew up on Little Oceina Island. They watched for potential candidates for the next sacrifice, because it was to their advantage to have a girl ready rather than to be caught off guard. The great dragon was quite spontaneous with his demands, though for the past fifty some years each sacrifice was spaced apart by exactly eight years. This time, they would be ready when the great lord called on them for aide.
The priests had suggested many fine young women. Each beautiful and smart in their own way and containing several different talents. One girl in particular the priests favored more than any. She was a beautiful blonde with sparkling blue eyes and a body that made many other women jealous. The dragon, however, was not impressed.
“I don’t like her.” He said bluntly in that strange speech the dragons used with the human priests. Few humans could understand the dragon tongue. This skill separated the average person from the priesthood. It was a holy gift, which helped with the bonding between the two species.
The dragon lord flew through the sky with the aid of his magic and the head priest of the island clutched to his dark blue scales for dear life. It was well known that there was more than one water dragon in existence. This specific dragon, however, was the lord over all the others of his kind, or so the priests believed. His happiness was the most important of them all, as their very lives depended on it.
These dragons ruled over the continent, which was named after them as appointed to them by God. If the dragons ever became displeased, the island would lose its protection the creatures provided. Protection from the other species of dragon who might invade the island or otherwise try to harm its inhabitants. There were four dragon species in all. The Oceina (water dragons), the Aero (wind dragons), the Inero (fire dragons), and the Terran (earth dragons).
The Oceina dragons all had long, well muscled, snake like bodies and four legs to support themselves with on the ground. Their scales were always a shade of blue. More often than not a deep, rich, dark, blue that shimmered in the light like precious stones. They were elegant and strong, quick to anger and wise, and thus amongst the most highly revered species of dragon in the world.
Without the blessing of the great dragon lord of the water, the island would lose its protection and be outcast as a rebel nation, or one unaffiliated with one of the four great dragon lords. The island was too small, and far too passive to risk such a venture. Often, this resulted in the priests being too agreeable, unwilling to assert their true opinion. The dragon lord had been told they would be by his kin, but he was amazed at how annoying this was. Generally, he was very patient, but the priests he had spoken to today were beginning to wear him thin.
“You don’t like her?” The high priest stammered. “Forgive my doubt, my lord, but what is there not to like about her? Surely she cannot be that displeasing?”
“I don’t like her,” he repeated. “I have another in mind. Now of course if you wish to go against my wishes and not provide for me the sacrifice of my choice, I will simply kill them both and leave your temple for the Inero to set ablaze. There should be as little bloodshed as possible.”
“Yes, of course my lord.”
“I am pleased we agree. Now, as for my chosen sacrifice....”
Her name was Tai Dawson, and in the great dragon lord’s eyes, she was by far the most beautiful human female he had ever seen. Few would argue with him on the matter, and not simply because he was the lord, but because she was indeed a rare beauty. She radiated with purity, and not just in the sense that she had never known the touch of a man, but rather because she had the same sort of beauty a waterfall or a sunset had. She was natural and confident. Her hair was long and dark, and it looked so soft. The dragon lord wanted to touch it, so badly, but he would have to wait until the sacrifice.
What really drew him to her was neither her long, wavy, dark hair, nor her petite but delightfully curved body. It was her eyes. It was not often he saw a human with eyes that matched the color of his scales. He’d always had a strange attraction to the color blue. The sparkle of her eyes made him wonder if what the humans felt when they saw him fly was the same as how he felt when he stared into her eyes - lost, amazed, and out of breath.
The dragon lord was surprised the priests had not chosen her from the beginning, but then he would remind himself of what his kin had advised him. The priests didn't know anything about what he truly wanted. Thus, he should reject any sacrifice that wasn’t her. He only wanted this girl. He had chosen her nearly six years ago. His heart was set on it.
“If you’re sure, my lord.” The priest said, bowing his head down humbly against the dragon’s skin.
“I’m positive.”
“When do you wish for this sacrifice to commence?”
“The seventh day of the first month of the new bloom.” His eighteenth birthday. The day he would be entering into adulthood amongst his brothers and other kin. He couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate than with the sacrifice. The sacrifice that was really a marriage ceremony between him and this chosen girl. He had to be wed. It was the way of his kind. He wanted to be wed, and he only wanted her or no one. No one was not an option for him. He had to do his part to continue on his species. He loved this girl though, a lot. The priests did not know this of course. The priests believed that the dragon lord would eat the girl. All of the humans believed this actually. What the humans didn’t realize was the dragons walked amongst them.
His family had thought the idea of celebrating his birthday with the sacrifice odd. In the rare chance something was to go wrong, it would be horrible for the day to be spoiled, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Things would go how he planned them, and they would be perfect. He refused to accept any less and he was far too stubborn to give up.
“Yes, the first day-.”
“No, your grace. I said the seventh.”
“But why the seventh?” The high priest paused to gasp at the realization he had once more questioned his lord and proceeded to bury his face back against the dragon’s skin. “Forgive my doubt once more. I should not question your ways. You know far more than we in the mysteriousness that is our God.”
“You too can learn the same mysteries if you open your faith to the possibility.” The dragon said gently. “Seven has always been a holy number and it is the day which strikes me the most for this ritual. We will not be performing the ceremony for hopes of a bountiful harvest this year. I have already foreseen the crops will be ripe on time and plentiful. This sacrifice is a sacrifice of thanks for safe passage through the terrible winter storms, and for safety through the summer months. I worry the tropical storm systems we experienced recently will only strengthen as time presses on. Perhaps we will be able to gain favor. Gain favor through obedience.” He clarified. “Not through ritual.”
“Yes, my lord. That gives us two weeks to prepare for the ceremony. Do you know the specific arrangements already, or have they not yet been spoken to you?” The priest lifted his eyes and his grip on the dragon’s back weakened. Which was good because the dragon feared he might b
reak a scale with such a hold.
“I have all of the arrangements now. I shall take you back to the temple and dictate them to your fellow brothers and sisters. I am very pleased with your obedience. It will not go unrewarded.” The dragon had the ceremony in his mind for the past year. He’d been dreaming of this day for so long. Two weeks was far too long to keep waiting, but it would be unethical of him to perform the sacrifice before he was of age. It would defeat the purpose of bringing him into adulthood.
“Thank you, my lord.”
“After this sacrifice, I do believe there will be no need for one again for quite a long time.” If he could smile, the dragon lord would have. “Your island has always been so faithful. I do hope it stays that way. Even without such a regular tradition.”
“Of course, my lord. We will forever be faithful to you.”
The dragon lord hoped the priest was telling him the truth. The island was an important asset to their empire. Enough thinking about politics, he thought. After all, there were much more pleasant things that should have been dancing through his mind.
“I will return in two weeks time, and I shall see for sure then. Do try not to embarrass the poor girl, though I do make a small request.”
“Yes, my lord?”
“How can I put this delicately? I much prefer to not remove clothing from my teeth. I don’t like the taste of fabric either, but it would be disrespectful to the sacrifice to have her lie around completely nude.” He was trying not to sound too eager about the idea, but he couldn’t help it. The images of the girl that were now in his mind were enough to make him blush. Thankfully, the priest wouldn’t be able to notice from where he was riding on the dragon lord’s back, but anyone who was familiar with the physical attributes of his species would have noticed the slight purple tint to the skin on his face. He couldn’t help it. The girl was beautiful. The dragon lord had never touched a woman before in his life. The idea of being able to soon gave him tingles, made him giddy with excitement. Waiting would be hard.
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