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    The Blind Lily: A Gifted Series Companion
    The Blind Lily: A Gifted Series Companion
    The Blind Lily: A Gifted Series Companion
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    The Blind Lily: A Gifted Series Companion

    By AshleyNicole Shelton

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    Prequel to Book One of The Gifted Series

    Lily East is different from other people and has been since her birth. The government has been trying to recruit her, wanting to use her uncontrollable gift to their advantage. After years of evading, Lily finally gives into her "civic duty" and helps the government solve cases gone cold. Her life outside of being a special agent is far from normal. And as if that isn't enough, she finds herself falling in love with the man who almost killed her. This is life, as she sees it.

    Coming soon, in Book One of The Gifted Series, you will learn the whole story, and how Lily's powers came to be. I hope you'll enjoy this novella until then.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAshleyNicole Shelton
    Release dateMar 29, 2012
    ISBN9781476022901
    The Blind Lily: A Gifted Series Companion
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    AshleyNicole Shelton

    AshleyNicole Shelton is a full-time mother and self-proclaimed dream-catch writer of several fiction genres. Since the age of eight she has been journaling her dreams, transforming them into stories rewritten by her imagination. She is also a member of Indies In Action, a group of authors and artists from all over the world contributing their work to charity anthologies benefiting those who need it the most. On the side, she enjoys reading, drawing, photography, and nature. AshleyNicole lives in a loving home with her adorable son. Published eBooks: The Blind Lily: A Gifted Series Companion The Cloaked Man: A Gifted Series Companion Deathly Dimension: A Deathly Vortex Companion

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      The Blind Lily - AshleyNicole Shelton

      The Blind Lily

      A Gifted Series Companion

      Character Journal

      AshleyNicole Shelton

      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright 2011, 2012, 2013

      Smashwords Edition Notes

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes.

      Thank you for downloading this free eBook. You are welcome to share it with your friends. This book may be reproduced, copied and distributed for non-commercial purposes, provided the book remains in its complete original form. If you enjoyed this book, please return to Smashwords.com to discover other works by this author. Thank you for your support.

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      http://www.ashleynicolebooks.wordpress.com

      or through, select online retailers.

      I Dedicate This Book:

      To my son, Emmett,

      You are my Heart and Soul.

      My love is there, wherever you may be.

      Thank you for teaching me something new every day.

      To my mom, Michelle,

      You are my Strength and Support.

      Thank you for all your love and care.

      I wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.

      To my loving family, friends, and fans who cheered me on.

      And last but not least, to my friends,

      David and Josh, for participating in character roles of this book.

      Chapter One

      ____________________

      Walking in the sweltering heat of Nevada and carrying eighty pounds of dead weight on my back, not knowing how much farther I have to go makes me feel hopeless. How will I save this girl’s life, if I die from dehydration? To keep walking, I concentrate on the facts: I am in the year, 1884. I didn’t die from dehydration looking for her and she is still breathing. Picking up my speed, I concentrate on my task at hand.

      My best guess of how many hours that have passed is probably three, considering the position of the sun. Finally, I can see some shapes in the distance. Silently I pray it’s not a mirage and then I hear people shouting. This can’t be my imagination. The mother of the eighteen-year-old girl on my back is the first to reach me. She is crying so hard that I find it hard to believe she can see anything through her tears. Despite her ferocious crying, she is able to lift her daughter off my back and take her inside.

      Suddenly, I feel as if I can’t move. I assess the condition of my body. My mouth is dry and filled with dust, my arms and legs are shaking uncontrollably, and my breathing is slightly staggered. I hear some steady footsteps come towards me. I lift my head to meet them at eye level.

      A man with peppered hair, large droopy bags just below his grey eyes, and wrinkly skin covering his whole body, stands before me. He appears to be over a hundred years old. Of course, I know he’s not from how he walks and from the deep purpose in those grey eyes. His strength and keen eyes prove he is no older than ninety.

      Thank you for bringing her home. When that man kidnapped her and threated to kill her after torturing her, I never thought I’d see her again. Without my granddaughter, I don’t know what I’d do. Here, I brought you some water. He hands me a canteen with tears slowly sliding down his cheeks.

      I was going to say thanks for the water and that it was no trouble at all, but I realize that the dust has taken my voice. I gratefully take the canteen with trembling hands attempting to hold it still. I look at him with what I hope resembles a smile and drink. At first, I cough uncontrollably at the sudden clogging of my throat spewing some of the water on the ground before me. I feel the burning of the water as it stings the back of my throat, but with a little effort, I am able to drink from the canteen until there is not a drop left. The water works it’s magic making me feel rejuvenated in no time. Before I can say thank you, the scene in front of me changes.

      This is always my least favorite part. I never know where or when I will end up. Crossing my fingers, I hope that I end up in the safety of my bedroom in my own time. Maybe crossing my fingers had been too much.

      I materialize under the eyes of a handsome man in his early thirties. He is wearing a uniform that is highly decorated and carries an air of command. He quickly draws a gun from his side, aims it in my direction, and pulls the trigger. The bullet just grazes my ear. It doesn’t take me long to get over the shock before I jump into action. I knock the gun out of his hand and pick up a three foot long copper pipe, forcing the wind out of him with one strike. As he collapses to the ground he makes a thunderous crash into a stack of poles alerting anyone within hearing distance. From around the corner of the building appears a Navy SEAL. As he realizes what has just happened, I knock him unconscious with a blow to the head.

      In an attempt to escape, I dash around the corner and spy a gate that is not guarded on the inside. I am almost home free. Five more SEALs come towards me. They all look under the age of twenty, so I know they would be fast, but so am I. They form a circle around me. At first, no one moves. After I turn around a few times the first one comes at me. Instead of trying to fight with me, he goes straight for my waist in the efforts to pick me up. I drop to the ground; slide under his legs, and trip him while jumping back to my feet.

      The next three men attack me at the same time. I duck out of the way as they fall into one another. The last one is much stronger and now knows what to expect. We struggle in combat with kicks, punches, and spins. We end up fighting on the ground and finally I knock him out with a hammer fist to the back of his head. I turn to bolt for the gate, but stop suddenly. There is a boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, a year or two older than me. He looks a little shocked and scared.

      It’s okay. You don’t need to be scared. I can get us out of here. I give him my hand.

      Shakily he puts his hand in mine. I start running leading him and I to our freedom when unexpectedly he grabs my arm and punches a needle into it. I scream not being able to conceal the pain, and collapse.

      It was a GX72 TRANQ. Of course it didn’t put me to sleep like it would everyone else. This particular tranquilizer contains Glycytocine, which I am allergic to. It made all my muscles go weak and now I can’t move a thing. The SEAL, who put up a tough fight, throws me over his shoulder and carries me into an underground building. Every step he takes is like millions of swords driving though every part of me. Tears pour down my face, but I say nothing. The pain is unbearable as he dumps me onto the cold floor without a care of the pain he is causing me. I hear a scream that rattles my bones. My ears ring, blocking out all other sounds. That is when I realize that I am the one screaming. I finally stop when I run out of breath.

      Why isn’t she asleep? demands the man who shot at me earlier.

      The SEAL says, I…I don’t know Sir.

      Bradley, give her another dose, he says nonchalantly to the boy.

      No! I scream. Please no, I say more quietly. It does the opposite for me. It keeps me awake. I am allergic to the Glycytocine. Please no more. I can’t move anything. I swear. I can’t do anything. I can move nothing, my muscles are paralyzed. Then I whisper to no one in particular, Why does this have to happen to me?

      Who are you and why are you here? the older man asks.

      I am Eileen East, I live in North Charleston, South Carolina, I don’t know why I am here, and I was born like this, I say as clearly as I can.

      You’re a little far from home Miss Eileen East, he chuckles playfully at my name. And what do you mean you where born like this? he asks.

      It is true. You saw me materialize in front of you.

      That was a trick.

      I try to shake my head, but I can’t, No, I hesitate, I can travel through time.

      So you’d like me to believe you are the gifted agent that the FBI has been trying to track down for four years?

      There is a reward of ten million dollars for turning me in, I say, proving I am that girl.

      Wait, how…but…wait…no that is impossible! he has an awe struck expression.

      If you don’t believe me look up my name. I’m sure you’ll have a file.

      He looks to the boy, "Son, go tell Montez to find anything he

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