by M. A. Roth
“Tristan, what happened to Liber?” I ask our joined hands.
He raises my head by lifting my chin with a finger. “Don’t worry. You have my word nobody will ever harm you.”
I feel like laughing at his serious expression. “I’m not worried. I mean, is he dead?”
Tristan’s expression softens. “No, but I will kill him once I find him.” I can see he means it.
“Would you not hesitate because he was one of your men?”
“No.” That seems harsh.
“What if I was a traitor? Would you hesitate?”
Tristan looks mildly annoyed. “Don’t joke, Sarajane.”
I give a little laugh. “Please just answer me.”
He sits back fully. “I would hesitate for a couple of hours.”
I look up and can see a smile on his face. “Who’s joking now?” I say and poke him in the side.
He grabs me, nuzzling my neck, making me laugh. When he stops, he brushes the hair off my face. His face is serious once again. “I give you my word, I will love you always.”
I sit up straight. “Tristan, you can’t swear something like that.”
He grins at me and pulls me into him. “I just did.”
Mirium arrives later to go through our agenda about what will happen once we reached Hummus. We call the meeting at my hut. It is only Alana, Kiar, Mirium and Tristan. Kiar is still pissed, but I don’t push him for any more. Tristan and I decide to keep ‘us’ a secret for the meantime.
Mirium starts by explaining that I will have to be trained in fighting and most importantly, trained to use my powers and discover exactly what I can do. “We will not announce our arrival. I have friends who will keep us in safe houses for as long as necessary, and the Nevaeh society will help us, of course.”
I look at Mirium. “Nevaeh society?”
“They are the protectors of the angels. Their sole purpose will be to protect you also. So when Morrick comes back, we will leave for the city of secrets.”
I grin. “Very mythical.”
Mirium smiles at me. His smile turns into a frown and then his eyes roll back in his head, showing off the whites of his eyes. We all race to Mirium together. He is having a vision.
“Don’t touch him,” Tristan tells us.
So we wait until he comes out of it. He does slowly, with a look of fear and devastation on his face.
“Mirium, what did you see?” I ask.
He looks at us all. “War awaits us in Hummus.” Mirium tries to rise on shaky legs. Tristan and I help him. “We must leave and start our journey to Hummus,” Mirium says, looking at me.
“But the war?” I ask, shaking my head, hoping upon hope that this isn’t happening.
Mirium pats me gently on the arm. “The war we will fight another day. But now we must leave and start your training.”
Everyone leaves to pack. Tristan pauses as if to say something, then changes his mind and leaves.
Mirium stays behind with me. “Pack light, we will get garments and equipment on the way,” he says.
I grab my satchel and stuff a few pieces of clothing into it. I don’t have anything really so I’m packed in minutes. When I return to the main room, Mirium is still there.
“Mirium are you not going to pack?” I ask gently. He must still be disorientated after the vision.
“No I have all I need here,” he says tapping his staff on the floor.
We gather at the main gates of Aquaterra and say our good-byes to everyone. Mei breaks my heart, as tears roll down her little face, I hug her and promise her I will see her again. Ndee has to pull her off me, as she won’t let go.
I face the gates unable to look at Mei, as Ndee holds her tightly. I’m relieved when the gates open and we can leave. I hate good-byes.
Musa stays at the gates. I look back a few times until the gate rises, and I can see him no more. Mirium leads the way, as Tristan, Alana and I follow. Kiar and Legis stay behind to wait for Morrick. We will all meet up outside Hummus. I take a deep breath as I walk, yet once again, into the unknown.
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Contents
CHAPTER ONE
SARAJANE
CHAPTER TWO
SARAJANE
CHAPTER THREE
SARAJANE
CHAPTER FOUR
SARAJANE
CHAPTER FIVE
BELLONA
CHAPTER SIX
SARAJANE
CHAPTER SEVEN
SARAJANE
CHAPTER EIGHT
SARAJANE
CHAPTER NINE
SARAJANE
CHAPTER TEN
SARAJANE
CHAPTER ELEVEN
SARAJANE
CHAPTER TWELVE
SARAJANE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
SARAJANE
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SARAJANE
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
SARAJANE
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
SARAJANE
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SARAJANE
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SARAJANE
CHAPTER NINETEEN
SARAJANE
CHAPTER TWENTY
SARAJANE
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
SARAJANE
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
SARAJANE
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
SARAJANE
About The Author
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M.A. Roth lives in Ireland, has two leprechauns and a hawthorn tree in her back garden, which she guards day and night against the mischief fairy folk.
When she's off duty she loves to write, read and drink tons of coffee. Oh, and she eat's lots of chocolate, LOTS of chocolate!
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