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    Indigo Star
    Indigo Star
    Indigo Star
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    Indigo Star

    By Edyth L McNair

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    Into every life, a little rain must fall. For Sharra Marsden, high school dropout, member of the Calicos gang and estranged from her widowed mother, the rain's become a deluge until she receives a golden anklet. With the anklet, which transforms her into Indigo Star, a superheroine, she also receives a mission: to stop an interstellar criminal, Chamile, from plundering Earth. In the adventures to follow, Sharra runs across unexpected allies and unpredictable enemies while trying to find her place in the world around her, with the climax a final battle to determine Earth's fate and hers.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisheriUniverse
    Release dateJan 17, 2002
    ISBN9781469752334
    Indigo Star
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    Edyth L McNair

    Born St. Paul, Minn., married, mother of one, presently lives in Lake-in-the-Hills, Ill. When not busy writing, enjoys gardening, arts and crafts, music. Member of Planetary Society; published author of two short fiction and one non-fiction as well as moderator of "Andromeda" bulletin board for Romantic Bower e-zine.

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      Indigo Star - Edyth L McNair

      Contents

      Part One

      Indigo Star

      Part Two

      The Replacement

      Part Three

      Mirabella

      Part Four

      Hostile Intentions

      Part Five

      A New Enemy

      Part Six

      Darmol’s Illusion

      Part One

      Indigo Star

      It was on the fateful day of her initiation into the Calicos street gang in the city of Trinity that Sharra Marsden met the man who’d change her life forever. Little did she know at the time how profound that change would be?

      I knew you could do it, Viola, a tall, willowy woman with long jet-black hair that matched the jeans and sweatshirt she wore, said as she, Sharra, Jasmine and Larkspur entered an alley behind a strip mall near Sharra’s house. Welcome to the family.

      Thanks, Sharra said, bursting with pride. To her the Calicos replaced the family she’d lost when her father died a year earlier. While she risked arrest, Sharra reasoned that the perks of membership, such as a cut in the proceeds of all the jobs the Calicos pulled, more than made up for it.

      It was as Viola, Sharra, Jasmine, and Larkspur reached the red brick façade of the back of the last shop in the strip mall that they saw the man in raggedy clothes, his prone form on the gravel. Well, look what we have here, Viola said as her dark brown eyes studied him curiously. He must’ve passed out.

      Or he’s dead. Jasmine, a petite lithe woman with long wavy golden blond hair and hazel eyes, wearing blue jeans and a light green sweatshirt, trembled in fright. Look at his clothes.

      More than likely just some old drunk, Viola snorted. Shake him.

      Not me, Jasmine said as she backed away. I’m not touching him.

      You big baby, Viola said as she turned to Larkspur, a stocky tall woman with short auburn hair and hazel eyes, wearing a light blue sweatshirt and tan jeans. Larkspur?

      Not me, Larkspur said. I’m allergic to alcohol.

      I forgot about that. Viola frowned as she turned to Sharra. Daffodil? she asked. Daffodil was Sharra’s gang handle.

      I’ll do it, Sharra/Daffodil said as she knelt beside the man and shook him but received no response. I think he’s dead.

      Nonsense, Viola snorted as she reached Sharra/Daffodil. You’re not doing it hard enough.

      Viola shook the man hard but received no response. That’s odd, Viola said. He looks like a drunk but I’m not smelling any alcohol.

      A pregnant pause ensued. Daffodil might be right, Viola said as the screeching of sirens reached her ears. Let’s get out of here.

      Suddenly Sharra/Daffodil discovered that she was frozen in place. Daffodil, Viola said as she saw the dazed look on Sharra/Daffodil’s face. What is wrong with you? Snap out of it.

      Sharra/Daffodil was speechless. In desperation Viola, with Jasmine and Larkspur’s help, fiercely shook, pushed and pulled on Sharra/Daffodil’s arms and legs but Sharra/Daffodil didn’t budge.

      Forget it, Viola said, exasperated. Jasmine, Larkspur, split.

      Jasmine and Larkspur left. I’ve done all I can, Viola said as she released Sharra/Daffodil’s arm. You’re on your own. Best of luck.

      It was a minute after Viola left that Sharra/Daffodil overcame her paralysis. Viola? she asked, dazed and confused. Jasmine? Larkspur? Where are you?

      The only sound that met Sharra/Daffodil’s ears was the deafening roar of sirens. At least they had the right idea, she said as she trembled in fright. I’d better split. If the police catch me, I’ll be in serious trouble.

      No, don’t go. The man’s baritone voice was barely audible. Help me.

      Stunned, Sharra/Daffodil turned and saw the man’s arms and legs twitch. You’re alive, she said as she knelt beside him.

      Yes, the man said. You must stop them.

      Stop them? Sharra/Daffodil was puzzled. Stop who?

      You have to stop them, the man said in desperation as his hand suddenly clamped onto Sharra/Daffodil’s arm like a vice. If Chamile and the Real Dogs succeed, they’ll destroy us all. The Real Dogs were the male affiliate of the Calicos.

      I don’t believe it, Sharra/Daffodil said as numbness crept through the fingers of her hand. Now let me go. You’re hurting me.

      I know that it’s unbelievable, the man said, ignoring Sharra/Daffodil’s complaints, but it’s true. I can prove it.

      You can? Sharra was all attention. How?

      The man hesitated. Look in the toe of my left shoe, he said. Hurry.

      Wrinkling her nose in disgust, Sharra followed the man’s instructions and removed a gold anklet with a barrel clasp. Engraved in the anklet was a star attached to a rainbow that glistened in the dim alley light.

      Suddenly Sharra/Daffodil was oblivious to everything going on with and around her. This must be solid gold, Sharra said in fascination as she tilted the anklet but saw no demarcation line to indicate electroplating.

      It is solid gold, the man said, but it’s also a special anklet. When you say ‘rainbow on’, you’ll become Indigo Star and powerful enough to stop Chamile. When you want to return to normal, say ‘rainbow off’.

      I don’t understand, Sharra/Daffodil said. Indigo Star?

      The man nodded. It would take too long to explain, he said, and time is the one thing I have too little of.

      I see. Sharra/Daffodil was thoughtful. But who’s Chamile?

      Chamile is an interstellar adventuress that escaped from prison many years ago, the man said. She was trying to stop me from finding the next Indigo Star.

      The next? Sharra/Daffodil’s mind was numb. Indigo Star’s dead?

      The man nodded. She died a few days ago, he said in a voice tinged in sorrow. Only a couple of hours ago I learned that her chosen successor’s dead too.

      Oh. Sharra was speechless.

      I have no choice but to trust you with the anklet, the man said. But you must promise to stop Chamile and the Real Dogs from carrying out their plans.

      Suddenly the anklet became too hot for Sharra/Daffodil to handle. No way, not me, she said as the anklet hit the gravel.

      Then I’ve failed, the man said in despair. Only Indigo Star can stop Chamile from plundering Earth and causing the deaths of thousands.

      Suddenly Sharra/Daffodil had a flash of inspiration. Since the man was dying, Sharra/Daffodil reasoned, she would humor him and take the anklet; then pawn or sell it afterward. What, she wondered, could a dead man do to stop her?

      You win, Sharra/Daffodil said as, released from the man’s grasp, she retrieved the anklet and dropped it in her purse. I promise.

      You won’t regret it, the man said as he closed his eyes. Good luck.

      Sharra/Daffodil fled as the sounds of slammed car doors, dying sirens, and voices reached her ears. The last thing she wanted, Sharra/Daffodil reasoned as, hidden behind a dumpster, heart pounding in her ears as she took a couple of slow, quiet, deep breaths and gathered her wits about her, was to get arrested for a murder that she hadn’t committed.

      It wasn’t until all was quiet that Sharra/Daffodil left her hiding place. As she walked home, her thoughts drifted to the old man who’d given her the anklet. How had he ended up in the alley, Sharra/Daffodil wondered? Had she and her cohorts interrupted the old man’s killer before they could finish the job? If so, would the old man’s killer come after her? And how would she recognize Chamile if they stumbled across each other?

      A chill of sheer fright made Sharra/Daffodil’s body tingle as she reached in her parents’ house with its white vinyl siding, green shutters and roof. She couldn’t afford to let anyone know about the anklet, Sharra/Daffodil reasoned as she unlocked the back door, since she had no idea what Chamile looked like.

      Ten minutes later, safely tucked away in her bedroom, Sharra studied the anklet, torn. While on one hand she’d sworn her loyalty to the Calicos and, by extension, the Real Dogs, on the other she believed in keeping her word. If, Sharra reasoned, the man was right about Chamile’s plans—

      A minute later Sharra shook her head in disgust and put the anklet in her round black acrylic jewelry box on her white dresser. More than likely he only told me that story so I wouldn’t sell the anklet, Sharra said as an icy coldness overwhelmed her senses and made her shudder in fright. I should’ve never agreed to take it. What was I thinking?

      A half an hour later, seated at the matching vanity to the left of her dresser, plum nail polish in hand, Sharra’s thoughts drifted to the man’s tale. This is ridiculous, Sharra said, chagrined as she closed the bottle and put it away. I mean, while it’s unbelievable, he was so sincere… Sharra let the sentence drop. How I wish Dad was here!

      A minute later, misty-eyed, Sharra pushed the thought away as too painful to bear. Since he’s not and Mom’s always gone, I guess that it’s my decision, she said as she studied the anklet in the bedroom light, but what do I have to lose? After all, if he lied, I’ll learn soon enough.

      Sharra paused. Besides, she said, if I show up at the pawn shop tomorrow with this anklet, they’re going to ask where it came from. Sharra frowned. Last thing I can afford is for the old man’s killer or the police or even Viola and the others to learn that I was the last person to see him alive.

      Sharra paused. And that’s not including Mom, she said as, tentative, she rolled up the left leg of her black corduroy pants that contrasted with her gray sweatshirt and fastened the anklet around her ankle. She’ll kill me if she learns that I’ve lied to her about working nights and going to school during the day. That’s if she doesn’t kill me for taking the anklet and jeopardizing our lives first.

      Five minutes later, Sharra, breathless in anticipation, crossed her fingers. I hope this works, Sharra said. Rainbow on.

      Suddenly Sharra was woozy and nauseous. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, she said as she passed out.

      It was several minutes later when Sharra awakened to a pulsating headache. I wasn’t expecting that, Sharra said as she opened her eyes.

      A minute later, Sharra’s headache vanished. What’s happened to me? she asked, frightened and bewildered as she noticed that her voice was lower in pitch than her previous teenage soprano. Why do I sound like this?

      Sharra? Hearing her mother’s voice, Sharra hid beneath her bed. Sharra, is that you? Sharra’s mother asked.

      A few minutes later, Sharra heard her bedroom door open. I thought I heard a voice in here, Sharra’s mother said. I must’ve been hearing things.

      Sharra was relieved when the bedroom door closed. A few minutes later, Sharra left her hiding place.

      That was close, Sharra said in a voiceless whisper as she sat on her bed. If Mom caught me, I would’ve been in serious trouble.

      Suddenly Sharra was dying of curiosity about what she looked like while under the anklet’s influence. Cautious she crept to the bedroom door and, opening it a crack, peered into the hallway.

      A minute later, Sharra heard a door close. Mom’s gone, Sharra said as she stealthily crept toward her mother’s bedroom. Sharra remembered that her father had installed a full-length mirror on the back of her mother’s bedroom door, since he’d let Sharra use it a

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