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Children of the Mysts, Chapter 5

Anchor

The worst was over. Fred was alive. He looked different, though. It wasn’t the aftermath of his illness, but the return of his gifts. Changed or not, she was glad Fred lived.

Cheska was also happy to have regained all her memories. It helped her understand her relationship with the doctor. They had found each other when they were both estranged from their families and needed a friend. Had Louis never chatted about the new student like some sort of hero and, sometimes, anti-hero, she wouldn’t have been curious to know Fred.

She was back at the cottage again, trying out a new recipe when someone rapped on her door. That “someone” proceeded to open the door and entered without waiting for an invitation. (more…)

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Children of the Mysts, Chapter 4

Evening Song

The King had sent food and clothes in what seemed hours ago, yet the sun remained in its original position in the sky. It looked like time had come to a standstill in the kingdom until music reached Fred’s ears. He got up and stood on the balcony looking for the source.

The handful of people he could see outside had stopped what they were doing. They lifted their faces skyward. A faint hum began from far away. The people on the grounds opened and closed their mouths. Their voices joined the sound which transformed to a song accompanied by an otherworldly music that engulfed the whole kingdom. Fred could barely understand the words, but his ability and a part of him were drawn to it. He began to hum the melody and the crackle of electricity around him took on a musical form that complemented the disembodied orchestra. (more…)

Children of the Mysts, Chapter 3

Family

The Sentry brought them to the suite where Cheska slept. Fred stopped Louis from heading straight to her and shook his head. “You should stay here,” he said. “I’ll check the situation first.”

Louis agreed and gazed worriedly where his sister lay.

The doctor entered the room and noted the drop in the temperature. He lengthened his stride and slipped through the bed curtains. Cheska’s condition hadn’t changed in the way he’d anticipated; her skin glowed with an inner light. He had never seen her do that before, and not knowing was the worst thing to have happened with the limited time he had. Fred turned to the prince, but the boy was in no state to answer his questions.

Noriden was slumped over the foot of the bed. Sweat dampened his hair, turning it to the color of blood. He was ghastly pale and cold to the touch. (more…)

Children of the Mysts, Chapter 2

Bargain

A thin old man with thick glasses dared stare back at Fred.

The doctor had just returned after leaving the driver tied and gagged in an abandoned warehouse, three towns away from the capital. Then he’d dropped the tracking device on a passing supply truck. All these took him in less than a quarter of an hour only to come back and find the Major had already disobeyed his orders.

The scientist and the officer were fortunate that a table stood between them. The laboratory equipment and chemicals on top of it were the only things that stopped Fred from throwing the man into the cleaning cabinet at the end of the room. And the Major…

The doctor’s gaze snapped to the officer. In a voice dangerously low, he said: “This isn’t what we’d discussed.”

The Major offered a lengthy reply, vouching for his associate’s trustworthiness and discretion and the need for another pair of hands to complete the work much more quickly.

Underneath the cold mask of calculation, Fred’s anger simmered. (more…)

Children of the Mysts, Chapter 1

Rebirth

The angry sea of dark clouds roiled beneath a thin long-haired blonde man. Tendrils of electricity danced and sparked on his skin and remained unnoticed. His eyes stayed downcast, brows furrowed as his heart beat under his palm. Every beat cast him further into confusion. The question that popped in his head was: How am I alive?

He waded through his memories, each caused him to relive what he had endured in Libya. A female voice called his name from far away. Her face appeared in his mind. Her name at the tip of his tongue. “Cheska.”

A deafening thunderclap reverberated, seeping into his bones. Lightning illuminated the darkening sky. Fred clutched his head as scenes flashed in his head. Were the memories real or imagined? He had been very sick and delirious with fever. Had he really seen Cheska? Where was he anyway? How did he get here? More questions began to clamor for his attention when a boy appeared. Bejeweled bands around the boy’s wrists glowed and brightened at his approach. (more…)

Children of the Mysts, Part I

Part I | Redemption

In the magical hour,
When the sun touches the earth,
the balance of life shall tip
from bearer to vessel.

A child of the gods shall rise,
a sword of the heavens in hand,
a new path it shall carve,
a new world shall be born.

– excerpt from the journal of the Hidden Prophetess

 

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