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Copyright © 2018 Cyndi Friberg
Cover art by Dar Albert
Editor: Mary Moran
Electronic Book Publication, September 2018
Trade Paperback Publication, September 2018
Edition 1b
With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the author, Cyndi Friberg.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
Table of Contents
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
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Chapter One
Determined to remain calm despite the harrowing circumstances, Sara Sandoval took a deep breath and looked around. There were only two doors in this strange room, and she’d already tried both. One led to a lavish bedroom and the other was securely locked. There was no handle or triggering mechanism on the inside, no way to pry the door open. Shoving against the thing had gotten her nowhere. Sara’s current captor might not be as overtly threatening as her predecessor, but clearly Sara was still a prisoner.
The walls, even the ceilings, were rough-hewn stone. Had this lair started out as a natural cave, or had the elves excavated the entire area?
Elves? Even in her head the word sounded ridiculous. Until a few hours ago, she’d thought elves were fictional characters in fantasy novels and movies, or plump little pointy-eared cartoons that sold fattening cookies on TV. Then her small group of friends had been attacked by the very beings who weren’t supposed to exist. The attack had been so sudden and so strange that she was still struggling to believe it was real.
Maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised. Life in general had stopped making sense about a year ago. After decades of secretly observing Earth, a group of aliens—yes, real live aliens—Rodytes they were called, casually revealed their massive spaceships and announced that they had an outpost inside the moon. Sara had always known the moon was hollow, so she felt vindicated by the sudden turn of events. She’d also been fascinated by how similar the aliens were to humans, and yet how different. Rodytes were larger than humans, their rugged features and muscular bodies immediately appealing. Yet they were aggressive, almost savage, despite their advanced technology. She’d never admit it, of course, but she found their alpha tendencies just as attractive as their handsome faces.
Sara had just about adjusted to the idea of interacting with peaceful aliens when a group of renegades called Outcasts rounded up and kidnapped several thousand human females. The Outcasts were burned-out mercenaries determined to establish a society of their own. They insisted their settlement would be free of prejudice and corruption, a place where everyone could thrive as long as they worked hard and obeyed the seven rules outlined in the Outcast Charter. Apparently, thou shalt not kidnap human females didn’t make it onto that all-important list.
The Outcasts couldn’t build this outlaw utopia without mates, and humans had the unwelcome privilege of being genetically compatible with all sorts of humanoid species. So that was how Sara and her friends ended up on this seemingly uninhabited planet. Only trouble was, the planet wasn’t uninhabited at all. It belonged to a group of cave-dwelling elves. If that sequence of events wasn’t enough to make someone doubt their sanity, Sara couldn’t imagine one that would.
Shaking away the counterproductive thoughts, Sara continued her visual inspection. In contrast to the primitive setting, the furnishings were rich, even elegant, and there were overt indications of sophisticated technology everywhere. Their rescuer/captor, a female elf with long iridescent hair, had accessed this suite with a palm scanner, which triggered the motorized door. Lighting in the rooms, and in the corridors, was shaped like torches, however the flames weren’t real, more like holograms. Sara had only seen a few rooms and several passageways, but she suspected there was much more to this underground labyrinth than anyone but the elves knew about.
Why would a technologically advanced society live in caves like animals? None of this made sense.
“If they’re going to kill us, I wished they’d just do it,” Heather muttered. “I’m so tired of being afraid.”
“It could be worse. If we’d been kidnapped by ogres we’d be marinating right now. Or dwarfs. Aren’t dwarfs the ones who—”
“Oh my God! How can you joke at a time like this?” Color came back into Heather’s cheeks and spirit flashed in her blue eyes.
“Humor is my coping mechanism. If I don’t laugh, I’ll totally lose it. Would you rather watch me fall apart?” Heather had been assigned to Sara’s cabin aboard the Viper a few days ago, so they didn’t know each other as well as Sara’s other two cabin mates. Lily and Thea had been together since leaving Earth, which had been five, maybe six weeks ago.
“I’d rather be back on Earth where my life wasn’t threatened at every turn.” She sounded almost petulant.
“No one is going to hurt us,” Sara insisted. “The female elf won’t let them.”
“How will the female elf keep the males from hurting us if they come back with reinforcements? The guy with the greenish-blue hair looked really pissed. I doubt he’ll let this go.”
Sara sighed. Heather might be a perpetual pessimist, but there was truth in what she said. The teal-haired male elf had been leading the group who kidnapped them from the forest and he’d been furious when the female elf intervened. He was bigger and stronger than the female, so why had he allowed her to interfere? The female must be important, a leader of some sort.
After a short pause, Sara said, “I wonder if the female elf is the same one Arton has seen in his visions.”
Disbelief scrunched up Heather’s pretty face, then she shook her head. “You honestly think Lily’s mate sees visions?”
A similar expression twisted Sara’s face, but for an entirely different reason. “How can you still doubt it? Arton warned everyone about the elves days before anyone else saw them.”
Heather shrugged. “I suppose.”
Obviously, Heather was in denial, so Sara gave up on the conversation. There had to be some way out of here, or at least something they could use as weapons. A sofa and three contrasting chairs had been arranged in front of a rather ornate fireplace. The intricately sculpted hearth and mantelpiece looked out of place in this primitive room. A dining table and matching chairs were arranged against the far wall while a small desk and chair rested near the door leading to the bedroom. Everything was neat and orderly yet highly decorative as if the pieces had been brought here from some fabulous palace.
“Why do you think they took us?” A hint of challenge crept into Heather’s tone and she pushed to her feet, though she stayed close to the corner. Having a stone wall at her back seemed to give her a sense of security.
“Haven’t you heard? Earth girls are easy.”
Heather just rolled her eyes, so Sara answered the question honestly. “With the male, I think we were a power play. The elves want us off this planet, so they were going to threaten the Outcasts with our safety, even our lives.”
“Oh my God,” Heather cried. “You think they’re going to kill us?” Her eyes widened and color drained from her face again. It must suck to have red hair
and the paper-white skin that often went with it. Every emotion Heather felt was broadcasted by her complexion.
“I didn’t say that.” Heather was six years younger than Sara’s twenty-eight years, but the difference had never seemed so glaring. Sure they were in danger, but hysterics never helped anyone.
“You said the female will keep us safe, but you’re wrong.” She shot past Sara, crossing the room in an agitated jog. “She insisted that she’s our enemy! She looked at us like she wanted to strangle us both. That female is more dangerous than the male! And you...” Her hands folded into fists and she glared at Sara. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Heather’s confusion was understandable, but why was she so angry? Worse, she seemed angry with Sara. “Do you blame me for this?”
“No,” she snapped much too quickly. “Well...” Rather than completing the sentence, she averted her gaze.
What the hell? “How in God’s name is this my fault?”
Without looking at her, Heather spoke in a low, shockingly hostile tone. “If you hadn’t been determined to gawk at those shirtless Outcasts, we wouldn’t have been in the forest today. I wanted to stay in the commons, safely inside the ship.”
Sara just stared at the side of Heather’s face, dumbfounded by the ridiculous conclusion. Sara had not been the only one enjoying the view. The Outcasts were building a barracks and the workers frequently stripped off their uniform tops when the heat became oppressive. She’d seen Heather’s gaze focus on the construction site across the river more than once. Lily and Thea might be happily bonded, but Heather was still waiting for her potential mates to court her, and Sara was determined to reject all seventy-two of hers.
Guilt trickled through Sara’s annoyance. She’d suggested the location and Heather indicated her uneasiness about leaving the ship. Several guards and a couple of humans had been attacked by huge, armored cats while hiking through the forest, so everyone had been cautioned to remain close to the Wheel. That was what the Outcasts called the structure they’d created by arranging twelve identical ships together like giant pieces of pie. Next they’d fitted each ship with enclosed walkways, allowing people to pass from one ship to the next without touching the ground. Though it looked rather odd, it worked quite well and made the ships—and more importantly the females—easier to protect.
Unless those females went into the woods so they could lust after shirtless males.
“I’m sorry,” Sara said. “Obviously, I had no idea this would happen.”
Heather sighed and finally looked at Sara. “I know you didn’t, but that doesn’t change the fact that—”
The main door slid open and they both swung toward the opening. Sara expected their captor, but a smaller, prettier female entered carrying a tray full of food. The sides of her pastel-blue hair had been pulled back and braided while the rest hung loose and silky to her waist. Like the other elves Sara had seen, this one had white skin and features so delicate they appeared almost doll-like.
She glanced at the humans, then crossed the room and set the tray on the dining table. Sara had just about dismissed her as a delivery person when the elf reached into the pocket of her dress and took out a small vial. Okay, what the hell was inside the vial? The elf unscrewed the tiny cap and picked up one of the glasses off the tray, then poured the contents of the vial into the glass.
Seriously? If she was going to drug them, she should have done it where her intended victims couldn’t see what she was doing. Hadn’t she ever seen a spy movie?
The blue-haired elf poured a small amount of pinkish liquid into the glass and swished it around, then crossed to where Heather stood and offered her the glass.
“I’m not an idiot,” Heather sneered and turned around, presenting the elf with her back.
The elf said something, her tone pleading, but Heather was having none of it. Instead, she moved to the dining table and sat down.
Plainly frustrated by Heather’s refusal, the elf crossed to Sara. “Biren wanta.” She lifted the glass toward her own mouth and motioned as if she would drink. “Saun. Ro. Fee.” She stressed each word or syllable as if speaking slowly would help Sara understand her language.
Each of the human females had been injected with a translator gizmo shortly after they were kidnapped. It allowed them to communicate in Rodyte, but other languages required additional uploads to the basic unit. It was doubtful elfin was even in their language database.
When Sara still didn’t take the glass, the elf sighed heavily. “Not is bad.”
Okay, that sounded almost like English. Was she trying to say the drug wouldn’t harm her? “But what does it do? Make me sleepy?” She pressed her hands to her face and closed her eyes, making soft snoring noises. The elf laughed, so Sara opened her eyes. Just to make sure they were actually communicating. She pointed to herself and said, “Sara.” Then pointed to the elf.
“Arrista,” the elf provided.
The word was pretty enough to be a name, but how could she be sure? “English? Are you trying to speak English?”
“Yes.” She nodded enthusiastically. “Bad but English.”
Sara smiled, hoping to encourage her. “Your name is Arrista?”
“Yes, Arrista name mine.”
Okay, that was definitely a reply. “What’s in the glass?”
She seemed to think for a moment, likely searching for the correct English words. “Talk.” She paused again, then said, “You talk Sarronti.”
Sarronti was what Arton called the elves. Was she saying that drinking the liquid would allow her to speak their language? Was it a magic potion or some sort of technology? She’d seen scanners and holographic controls in the underground fortress, so chances seemed about fifty-fifty. “Are you sure it won’t hurt me?”
“Yes, not hurt you.”
“Don’t do it,” Heather insisted hurrying over to where they stood. “You have no idea what she put in that glass.”
“If they wanted us dead, we’d be dead,” Sara argued. “If she wanted to drug us, she wouldn’t have done it right in front of us.”
The elf watched them closely but said nothing.
“Make her drink some first,” Heather suggested.
“Me talk Sarronti,” Arrista replied, another clear indication that this was about communication not poisoning.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained? With a frustrated sigh, she made her decision. “All right, I’ll do it.” Sara held out her hand and Arrista gave her the glass. The liquid was cool and fruity, sweet but not cloying. Arrista motioned for her to finish it, so Sara drained the glass. Her pulse accelerated. Had her trust in Arrista been misplaced? A few minutes passed as the other two stared at her.
“Do you feel anything?” Heather asked, looking concerned rather than smug.
“No. Nothing.”
They waited another minute or two and then Arrista said, “Meltin tranfor tarke ia moment more. Can you understand me now?”
“That’s bizarre. I still hear your language, but I know what each word means.” Sara shook her head, eyes wide and filled with wonder. “How is this possible?”
“Translation lenitas. I believe humans call them nanobots or nanites.”
“How do you know that? Have you been to Earth? I understand that nanites are doing the actual translation, but someone had to teach your software English. When and why did your people interact with mine?”
Arrista glanced toward the doorway, her delicate features tense and unsure. Was she afraid someone would catch her talking with the prisoners? “The Sarronti have interacted with humans for hundreds of years. But humans fear what they don’t understand and often become violent. So the Sarronti began to alter their appearance and blend into human societies. Many live there still.”
“Do the Sarronti have spaceships or... How do you get back and forth from Earth?”
An enigmatic smile was Arrista’s only response. Then she returned to the original topic. When and why had she learned about
Earth? “Lady Isolaund’s grandparents were a couple such as I described. They lived on Earth for many decades, changing their strategies as humans evolved. Lady Isolaund grew up on stories of their adventures, and dreamed of one day joining them on Earth.”
“Lady Isolaund?” A shiver raced down Sara’s spine as she thought of the female who had originally come to their rescue. “Is that the female who took us away from the teal-haired male?”
“Yes. She is very powerful and can be horribly cruel. Do not defy her.”
Sara nodded, taking Arrista’s warning to heart. Yet this glimpse into Isolaund’s personality left Sara with a bunch of new questions. “So Lady Isolaund learned English so she could visit her grandparents. When was she last on Earth?”
“Her grandfather promised to send for her, to allow her to visit for an entire solar cycle once she was old enough to make the journey. That is when she learned your language, and also when I was given lenitas. Ladies of her designation do not travel without a companion. So we both studied human cultures and customs in preparation for our adventure on Earth.”
If Isolaund was so fascinated by Earth, why was she so hostile? “Did you ever make the trip?”
Arrista lowered her gaze with a heavy sigh. “Her beloved grandparents were murdered by an inebriated woman who should not have been operating a vehicle. Isolaund’s fascination with all things human turned instantly to bitter disdain. It does not matter which emotion my lady feels, she feels them all intensely.”
It wasn’t fair to blame an entire race for the actions of one, but it was understandable. Many would have reacted the same way. “How long ago was the accident?”
“Thirteen solar cycles, or human years. My lady is very slow to forgive.”
“That’s tragic, and clearly your lady was devastated, but it doesn’t excuse her attacks on my people. We had nothing to do with the incident.”
Arrista’s only response was a solemn nod.
They had drifted far off course, so Sara narrowed the focus of her mental ramblings. Start with communication. What were the lenitas capabilities? Would she be able to read as well as speak Sarronti? “Will other Sarrontians be able to understand me now?”
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