The Prince
By J.T. Stoll
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Pieter has an unwanted magic sword in his life.
He and his friends were given superpower-granting soul armors and charged with defending the world from a pending evil legion invasion. Only the invasion doesn’t seem terribly pending, and the defending seems pretty hopeless. And time consuming. He’s ready to return to his normal life, but his girlfriend’s gung-ho attitude toward the fight is creating unpleasant ripples in their relationship.
Meanwhile, visitors from the other world interrupt Gloria's life and call into question everything James said about the war and their mission.
Gloria and the others now need to decide which side they want to take and if taking a side is even worth it.
The Prince is book 2 of The Rift saga.
J.T. Stoll
J.T. Stoll wrote his first fantasy story when he was five. The prose was... brilliant. The accompanying stick figure illustrations... breathtaking. The lack of complex vocabulary underlies the deeper human condition.It was terrible. His mother refuses to destroy the only copy be-cause it has “sentimental value.”He has always loved fantastical stories of all kinds: fantasy novels, 16-bit RPGs, superhero movies, whatever. If reading helps to escape the real world, why not go somewhere fun?J.T. lives in San Luis Obispo County in a classy bachelor pad. He enjoys rock climbing, software development, and cooking amazing food.
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The Prince - J.T. Stoll
Contents
Prologue
1. Overcast
2. Susan's Laughter
3. Console
4. Bishop's Peak
5. Sweet Coffee
6. World PvP
7. Healer
8. Bleachers
9. Invitation
10. Gait
11. Sheriff Brown
12. Farmer's Market
13. Emissary
14. On the Heights
15. Recovery
16. The Creek
17. The Knights
Epilogue
The Adventure is Just Beginning
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Copyright
Dedicated to Stephane Julien Paul Michel, a true friend.
The Prince
The Rift: Part 2
J.T. Stoll
Prologue
George sat across a table from the towering, heavyset Joe Brown. It was a shock to see Joe sitting across the table, sipping a glass of whiskey as though the last ten years hadn’t passed. Joe carried the sour aroma of cross-country air travel.
The first fluctuation, we don’t know much about it?
Joe asked.
No,
George replied. He glanced out a window, past the flowery hotel wallpaper to a sunny San Luis Obispo day. You had no surveillance. All I’ve been able to piece together is that for about seven minutes, the Diablo nuclear power plant—just over the hill from SLO—shut down. Fission simply stopped working. It broke physics.
Most scientists, most people, would have betrayed some shock at that. Joe kept his poker face. Rumor had it that he’d worked for the CIA before taking the reins of the Agency for the Investigation of Space-Time Anomalies. Like a true bureaucrat, Joe confirmed and denied nothing about his past, though George suspected the rest of the AISTA staff had started the CIA rumor because of Dr. Brown’s dour, secretive mood. And they teased him about his name: Joe Brown, of course that’s my real name.
George had missed the humor of his colleagues.
Joe swirled iced whiskey in his hotel glass. Time had given him a few more wrinkles, but he remained mostly unchanged. He wore the same large glasses and the same white shirt and deep-blue tie. George had barely spoken with his old boss in the last decade; they just shipped Christmas presents back and forth: local SLO wine from George, pricy liquor from Joe. Sipping whiskey and discussing space-time anomalies again felt like a dream.
We were planning to sell the field. Did you know that?
Joe asked.
So I heard.
And now the S-L-O anomaly is the biggest find in our history.
After so many years, Joe still pronounced SLO not as slow but by the individual letters, awkwardly like a biologist dissecting the town. George, glad to have you back on board.
Glad to be back.
You never should’ve left.
George took a sip of his own drink and stared at the wallpaper. He’d aged more than Joe. After living in SLO this long, he dressed more casually and took life slower, but the last decade had hunched his shoulders and replaced the hair on his head with padding on the waist. This renewed work with AISTA was a breath of fresh life, but a whiff of old pain accompanied it. George hadn’t yet worked up the guts to visit the field of the anomaly.
Anyway,
George said, I contacted San Onofre, and they noticed a slight dip in output as well. Whatever this thing did, it reached three hundred miles south and touched a power plant in San Diego.
Maybe finally a military application. That sounds like an ICBM shield to me.
Yes, the old talk of military applications, the reason for their funding. George hoped for the thousandth time that he wouldn’t end up the man history remembered for creating the next world-breaking weapon, the next atomic bomb. Because of the link we’ve always seen with nuclear forces, I suspected our anomaly may have been related to the event at Diablo, but until last night, I had no proof, just a bit of suspicion from one other thing that happened that first night.
The murder?
Joe asked.
George nodded. A homeless man had been found killed by stab wounds. That field had devoured another life.
Do we still have the body?
They buried him in a pauper’s grave a week ago.
I’ll look into it.
I think he came from the other side,
George said.
Joe sighed. Any evidence for that?
He still managed not to be excited about running a clandestine research agency revolving around holes in physics.
First, they couldn’t determine his identity. And don’t you think the timing is a bit much? The same night of the anomaly’s, uh…anomaly…a mysterious man appears dead in the field?
Or the fluctuation killed a passing homeless man,
Joe said. Come on, George. Until now, we’ve investigated atoms vanishing through anomalies, nothing more.
George knew he’d say that. You still haven’t seen last night’s footage, have you?
Joe shook his head. I flew out as soon as you called me.
George pulled out his phone and began searching through his photo app. After the first fluctuation, they’d built a fence and installed some security cameras and monitoring equipment. And this time they knew more. Last night, the cameras spotted a sort of flare of visible light—yellowish. Diablo shut down, same as three weeks ago. And we saw one more thing.
George turned the phone screen to Joe. The director’s brow creased.
Doctor, can you describe what you see?
Joe tapped the screen to replay the video clip. I see three people emerging from a tunnel about where the anomaly should be. They just…they…
His voice trailed off, but George knew the clip well enough. They vanished into thin air after coming through.
George nodded. Visitors from another world.
Don’t jump to conclusions.
George’s knee bounced up and down. Do you really think I’m jumping to conclusions?
I know you too well, George. Even if those people came from another world, it doesn’t mean that she’s still alive.
George closed his eyes and exhaled, a decade of grief bubbling out.
"Ten years is long enough. George, you didn’t kill Patricia, and we need you here now."
George took a few deep breaths. He looked Joe in the eye and nodded.
The director tapped the phone screen again.
1. Overcast
The stab wound in Pieter’s side sang a marvelous little song as he closed his car door behind his girlfriend. After two days, he wished it would shut up.
Where we headed?
she asked through the open window.
Little surprise, that.
Mondays weren’t the best for spontaneous after-school dates, but after the last few days—a battle, wound, hospital trip, and some arson—Pieter just wanted to chill with his girl. No swords involved.
The weather was beautiful. Bad weather never really hit SLO, and late October brought a hot, clear, thirsty sort of wonderful. The sunshine promised a nice beach day.
On the way to his driver’s side, Pieter waved to a passing friend from the baseball team and made a kissy face to the guy’s girlfriend—Pieter had dated her freshman year. A few laughs rewarded his efforts.
No urgent schoolwork, right?
he asked Vero, stepping into the White Lady.
It can wait.
His homework couldn’t wait, but it didn’t matter: he and Neil had got into a car accident
this last weekend. Sure, the car accident may have actually been a fight with a couple soldiers from another world, but none of his teachers knew that, so he could slack off a bit.
I’m surprised you showed for school,
Vero said.
I considered a day of gaming.
But?
Well, can’t let my GPA suffer.
He gave his girl a big, toothy smile.
She laughed. GPA?
That, plus…you know, pretty soon, we’re all gonna graduate and scatter. I don’t want to miss any of this year.
She stared out the window at the passing hills. A tight shirt outlined her form and shorts covered…well, a little bit of her. So what, all we have to do this year is hang out with friends?
she asked.
Why did this girl, the girl of his dreams, want to fight in a suicidal war? It’s what I plan to do.
Her gaze stayed on the hills. She crossed her arms and frowned. Had she always been so moody?
Where we headed, anyways?
Vero asked.
Pismo. Seemed like great weather for a little beach day.
You sure?
She pointed to the last ridge between them and the coast. White tendrils of fog crept down it like the drifting snow.
Stupid Central Coast weather,
Pieter muttered. Sunny in SLO, and ten minutes down the coast, this…
They emerged from the hills onto a beautiful slice of coastline covered by gray haze.
Sure this isn’t a schoolwork day?
Vero asked.
Pieter glanced over; her hands were clenched. "Hey, I just got stabbed and I’ve mostly been sitting around in pain. I need to get