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The Clan Destined: Book One of the Warrior's Heart Series
The Clan Destined: Book One of the Warrior's Heart Series
The Clan Destined: Book One of the Warrior's Heart Series
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The Clan Destined: Book One of the Warrior's Heart Series

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A series based on the what if notion that your emotions have the power to physically manifest themselves. What would happen if your anger got the better of you? Would you blow up a building? What if your sadness became tangible? Would the masses around you cease to want to exist, or would the sky darken and rain down your tears? Our emotions are often considered the fuel for our passions, but what if our empathy was the conduit that made such extraordinary feats possible? Imagine a world that entertained such a notion. Lince Breeze, a young man born in our world with an unusual birthright, gets pulled into the aged, scarred world of Aveana. A place wrought by heartache, war, and mystery. Lince searches for the kidnapped love of his life, only to find out what it means to truly be his fathers son.
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Release dateMay 21, 2013
ISBN9781466992962
The Clan Destined: Book One of the Warrior's Heart Series
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D.L. Moore

D.L. Moore was born and raised in upstate New York. She has always had a passion for writing. It Wasn’t until her grandchildren came along that she began writing children’s books. Their unique and humorous personality inspired her to begin her adventure.

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    The Clan Destined - D.L. Moore

    Contents

    Prologue

    Desperation

    Chapter One

    (18 Years Later… .)

    Chapter Two

    The Walk Home

    Chapter Three

    The Watchers

    Chapter Four

    Dreams To Reality

    Chapter Five

    Aveana: The World Of Emotions

    Chapter Six

    The Lose Of Good

    Chapter Seven

    Old Friends

    Chapter Eight

    Acknowledgement

    Chapter Nine

    Preparation

    Chapter Ten

    A War Between Souls

    Chapter Eleven

    A New Day

    Chapter Twelve

    The Gravalon

    Chapter Thirteen

    Journey’s Beginning

    Chapter Fourteen

    Primary Colors

    Chapter Fifteen

    Control

    Chapter Sixteen

    Autumn Solstice

    Chapter Seventeen

    The Ruined

    Chapter Eighteen

    Autumn Solstice Part Two

    Chapter Nineteen

    Related By Death

    Chapter Twenty

    A Shade Of Blue

    Chapter Twenty One

    Few Truths

    Chapter Twenty Two

    Green Eyed

    Chapter Twenty Three

    Infallible Courage

    Chapter Twenty Four

    Gravity City

    Chapter Twenty Five

    The Field

    Chapter Twenty Six

    The Birth Of Legends

    Chapter Twenty Seven

    Shattered

    Chapter Twenty Eight

    Fallen Royalty

    Dedication: This book is dedicated to those

    who believe in the magic of the unknown

    and the strength to persevere.

    Empathy: The transference of emotion to that of an inanimate object.

    PROLOGUE

    Desperation

    E RIN, WHERE ARE YOU? The castle has begun to crumble we have not much time, I beg of you, call out to me! There amongst one of the many battle decayed hallways of castle Breeze stood a war torn king, laced with injuries from the raging battle. His dark skin tainted with his own blood and that of his slain enemies. Hair, normally clean and color of the night, took on a berserk matted appearance. If it weren’t for his gentle silver eyes that gave way to his intelligence and compassion, he would be taken in as the very devil himself. Six feet and one inch tall, his broad shoulders gave the impression of a large tree. He adorned a unique crafted sword, one uniquely suited to his gifts. The sword itself had two separate blades that flowed directly in to a flat guarded hilt, which formed itself around a large orb that held the brilliant color of a blood red star. The hilt itself spiraled downward into a white coil that snaked its way into the opening of a device of some sorts attached to his right arm. Various meters and gauges could be seen among its rectangular face, having a color that resembled a metallic white. It was about a foot in length and stayed snugly on his arm with two braces. Each wrapping around his arm six inches apart, giving him complete control over its movement. His armor covered three fourths of his body. Crimson, strong and flexible in defense, ancient Empician symbols the color of gold seen among his gauntlets and leggings that flowed directly into his massive steel boots. While three curved blades going from small to large jutted horizontally from the sides of his wrist to his elbow on both arms.

    I beg you Erin, make yourself heard; At least for that of our child! He frantically ran through the immense castle as the walls around him quake and cave in. The environment became steadily alien to the king as dust and debris clouded his vision. The king rushed from room to room as feelings of nostalgia invaded his mind for his once pristine domain that now lye in some much ruin. The further he trudged on, the more his fears became a vivid realization; sentiments of dread consumed him giving way to every bad situation that could or would happen flood his entire being to him and his Queen.

    Damn’it I must calm myself The king stilled himself, and breathed deeply as he closed his eyes. He then placed his sword in front of him and whispered, Oh mighty gravalon we have been through many a battle together… . It was as if the sword had silently acknowledged him it began to glow with an red aura that pulsed as if it had a heart beat of its own. Heed my words and help me find my family and be rid of this place. The kings own body became immersed in the crimson essence as wisps of the red aura smoothly wafted around his body. The castle suddenly stopped shaking; falling debris stopped in midair, dust plumes froze mid-spiral. It was stillness within chaos. It was as if time itself had stopped. The walls and floors became transparent giving the king the ability to see all at once. It was then he saw his beloved three floors down, threatened by the force he had hoped would never find his family.

    A vicious demonic being named Malicry, the demon stood about eight feet tall with a massive body that gave off an unearthly power of evil intent. Feet, large as small boulders with five black talons; powerful legs that stretched to his massive trunk and shoulders, his arms and hands powerful enough to smash even the hardest of rock each with five polished black razor sharpened claws. His head, adorned with three black horns: two spiraled from both sides of his head, one up and one down. The third horn shot smoothly out of his strong chin with a large metallic ring bored through it. Green eyes with layered black rings gave way to a fierce yet enticing gaze with sharp ears that jutted through his dark black hood. All complemented his dark-bluish complexion and long black hair that lay on his shoulders flow out from his hooded cloak. The overly confident creature wore no armor for he used his dark magic as armor. He only needed the hooded cloak, black and trimmed in gold. He wore only his pants of matching color. He wore no boots of any sorts because his soles where thick as any.

    MALICRY! The kings’ rage exploded the instant he saw him. His vision went white with anger the air irradiated with power succumbing to his unbridled rage. The air grew heavy and intense as it chaotically swirled around the crimson warrior, flinging chunks of debris and dust here and there. His grip tightened as his muscles bulged and tensed beneath his armor. He felt the power surge throughout his body as he grasped at it with all his might. His feet lifted effortlessly from the ground, floating within the air for the briefest of moments, single in thought, and strong in purpose. The crumbling walls around him exploded as the king suddenly burrowed straight through the floors’ once impenetrable marble at an inhuman rate head first, his sword pointed directly at Malicry’s black heart. Each floor gave way to the weight of the mighty warrior’s immense power. His body gave off blasting waves of violent translucent energy, sending him deeper and deeper towards his nemesis. As the king neared, Malicry quickly turned with eye’s aglow, malicious in purpose. Throwing both of his claw ridden hands up towards his oppressor his lips murmured in chant casting a wicked spell in its deep inhuman baritone voice he spoke. Black Death. The room pulled in on itself as a large black sphere with golden lightning contouring to its large energy mass. The dark energy spun heavily toward the king disassembling everything in its waking path. You have no power here! screamed the battle wrecked king through gritted teeth, readying for his own attack in his decent towards his foe. The sword he held became irradiated once more with the same blood red energy coursing throughout the sword. The mysterious control on his arm reeled in the gravalon at visceral speed forming one cohesive piece causing a unique hissing sound to echo throughout the air. You shall not harm another! This ends here, this end now. I have seen the good in you but you refuse to recognize it. Countless numbers of my people were slain because of my vain attempts to bring you from the darkness. No more, you die here and now! The king shouted. He stretched his right arm out in front focusing all of his strength. Malicry sneered at the sight of the kings’ power building. Your will, will bend to my bidding The dark creature said.

    You have taken everything from me. My kingdom, my friends, and now you threaten all I have left! Damn you Malicry, damn you to the bowels of the great void!, the kings’ sword melded with his arm forming a weapon of pure energy. He felt the words forming in his mind and as the power built to its extreme it gushed from his lips as if the words had a mind of there own. Omnia mor aequat! The energy was so fierce it took over the king’s entire body. Red lightning spit from the king’s emblazoned figure licking surfaces, decimating all it touched. The white marble on the floor shattered, breaking off in chunks, the walls began to cave in, the ceiling blasted upwards as his energy collided with Malicry’s dark incantation. Sending out an immense shockwave so powerful it had no sound. Orin, no The Queen screamed as her body slammed in to a near by wall. She clutched her stomach as if it were her only saving grace in life. As she slid down the wall; the dark haired olive skinned beauty lost consciousness. It was in that split second the king saw his injured wife in the corner of the room as he passed through the demonic energy that slowly consumed him. Time stood still in that moment. His heart went out to her. He longed to hold her and caress her face, and it was as if a bolt of lightning struck him. His anger exploded giving him even more resolve to slay his enemy. The dark-bluish demons spell dispersed and swirled away as the crimson king connected full on with Malicry’s torso, blowing a hole clean through his body. Blood gushed across the wall and floor behind the demon. In that single moment that the kings killing blow passed effortlessly through his deadly opponents flesh, bone, and sinew. He felt a warm, gentle presence and overwhelming the king with a flood of emotions: sorrow, anger, resentment, guilt, happiness, peace, and then forgiveness. Darkness surrounded him and he thought, Is this what it feels like to die, an absolute nothing? A beguiling darkness, but free none the less. A blinding warm light flooded his vision causing him to close his eyes in attempt to shut it out. The intense light slowly dimmed as a warm breeze touched and caressed his skin. Strange, he thought, as the presence of another entered his mind. He blinked and wiped his tear filled eyes. His eyes slowly focused. A boy with silver like white hair and skin that was blue as the sky stood with him in a golden wheat field that went on without any signs of stopping. The sky felt unearthly calm as the wind blew gently across the field giving way to a sea of gold. Time felt different somehow here, the king couldn’t shake the feeling. He felt invincible, no pain, no remorse, just a since of peace. The boy mumbled something.

    I cannot hear you, what are you saying? desperately asked the king. He tried to walk closer to the boy only to reappear right where he started.

    Thank you whispered the ghostly child as a man and woman appeared behind him. The child smiled as he took both their hands; in that moment it was all over.

    Foreign sounds filled the king’s head as the pain of his body became apparent. His mind raced to figure out what the sounds were. Another white flash of hot pain hit him dropping him to his knees. Tears flooded his eyes clouding his vision, he cried openly. "Why should I feel for the likes of you? You mean nothing to me… . nothing, do you hear me!" sobbed the forlorn warrior. The golden wheat field swayed to and fro carrying with it life’s subtle message; to live and let live. The warm breeze grew hot as the foreign sounds grew louder and louder. He grew tired as his puffy eyes grew heavy. Darkness was all that he saw.

    The king’s eyes flash open quickly as they closed, but he no longer stood among the majestic golden ocean wheat but back beneath the castle. His mind tried focus as panic set in. He looked up to find himself locked-in a deadly embrace with Malicry. One out of fear and anger, another out of love and protection, neither willing to admit the other just. The warrior king pulled the masterfully used weapon from the demon, causing it to fall with a heavy thud. His blade glowed white before it returning to its original two bladed form.

    The entire room shuddered under its own duress as it caved in on itself. An image of the queen’s face popped in his mind. Without pause the king immediately took a step toward his collapsed lover but to his surprise he had suffered a grave wound on his lower left thigh. He looked down to find Malicry’s razor sharp claw that still embedded. You sly bastard The king said much to his dismay. He wrenched the claw out of his thigh feeling his body shutter and weakens as the searing sensation of his flesh being pulled away from Malicry’s bloody claws pulsed pain through his body. A hole large enough to see his tendons remained in wake. As the king took another step he dropped almost immediately to one knee as his left thigh enflamed with a surge of pain. The wound bled freely as the warrior rose from the shattered ground. I must hurry! yelled the king. As if to will himself through the pain he moved his weakened body. Collateral damage steadily surmounted around the king and queen as if his and her fate were being sealed in the room itself. Feeling light headed he fell to his knees. Using his sword to catch himself, he reached out to his unconscious wife as if to let her know he was still there. The castle quaked and shuttered once more, unhinging a piece of hanging debris from the ceiling and with a resounding thud broke his arm in two places; pain filled his lungs as he let loose a horrid scream. The dust burned his tear filled eyes as the room filled. Draining away any hope he had left for him and his queen’s survival. It cannot end this way. said the king. I will not lose you and my child this day, I refuse it. Succumbing under his own weight he fell to the floor knocking the breath he struggled to keep out of him. He strained for what little air was left in the room itself. He slowly pulled himself towards his unconscious queen, clinging to life itself with a diminished hope untrue in his nature, the gravalon still clutched. In that moment the bloodstained weapon began resonating with a faint pulse of golden light. The pulse took on the rhythmic beat of his own heart and with every second pulse the light became stronger and brighter till the room filled. Sound and time came to a halt. A single drop of water could be heard in the distance. Do not worry old friend I will not let you or your kith and kin die. echo’s a mysterious voice. The light faded and all could be seen among darkness was a solemn figure of pure light. It seemed as if the figure was standing on water. Subtle ripples of water flowed outwardly as the mysterious entity walked toward the hopeless king. It was hard to tell what is looked like its shape constantly changed. Who, who are you? asked the king, looking up from his prone position. It is I old friend, the soul of what you would call the Gravalon. I am you, as much as you are me. Spoke the entity as it crouched near and carefully stroked the king face. The swords voice seemed both male and female with a soft wavering echo. Its voice soothed the weary kings’ body. Why have you not spoken to me before? asked the king. You have had no need of me before this. said the entity. The gold aura that surrounded the sword soon enveloped the king. I ask you this, my humble friend, are you willing to do what it takes to save your family? asked the entity. Yes, no matter the cost. said the king. As I suspected, I have chosen well. specified the entity. The gravalon’s power soon over powered the king and all pain vanished, his broken arm and thigh even mended themselves. The king stood dumbfounded by the power he received. What is this sensation I feel? marveled the king. Our essences have been intertwined. The entity whispered. Remember, I am you, and you are me. The king walked over to his collapsed wife and picked her up. He viewed her calm beautiful face, unsure as to how it all became so bad. Tears began to fall on her face as he thought on the past. I’m so sorry… . I promise I’ll take you away from here Assured the forlorn king. The energy enveloped the two embracing them in a protective aura of light. I will now take you from this painful world… but we must part from here on out… for I and my brethren alike are the protectors of this world. The entity said. As you are the one protecting this world, it is my right to protect you—farewell my old friend. The king and queen rise rapidly through the castles interior disintegrating apart any structure above them. Soon the two were high above the castle looking down over the war ridden field that lay in plain sight of the castle’s gates. My beloved kingdom I shall miss you. wept the king. It is time my friend to say farewell. said the being. I owe you my life… . thank you, my dear old friend. The king sighed to himself as the weight of him never seeing his kingdom again hits him. The sky fills with an immense flash of light cause everyone below to cease fighting. Weightlessness was all the king felt before he disappeared never to be seen ever again.

    CHAPTER ONE

    (18 Years Later… .)

    ALRIGHT CLASS, TODAY’S LECTURE will be over the history of our fair city of Olivion. The class swooned at the thought over going over something that had heard since they were young. As you all know this city was founded by Asreal Lodecrest and Jadeal Bright. These two are well-known for this feat, but do any of you know what else they are known for… . Anyone, anyone at all? Well these two also happen to be scientist. Does anyone know what kind of scientist these two are? The bald-headed dark-skinned substitute teacher scoured the brightly lit room for volunteers with his red tinted glasses and clearly heavy southern accent. The class looked at him with surreal curiosity. All right, let’s see. Hmmm, how about you miss? Chantrell, Breanna R. Chantrell. Spoke the young female. Black wavy hair cascaded down to her shoulders with two slivers of pink hair that curved down both sides of her round face stopping just short of her small angular chin. Her skin was caramel in complexion that was offset and somehow complemented by her rare royal purple eyes. She stood next to her touch screen LCD based desk to answer his question. Breanna or as she liked to be called Brea (Pronounced Bree kind of like the cheese), by a certain someone that is: stood at a height of five feet and six inches. A silver necklace with a small Chinese symbol for heaven of the same material hung from her neck only to complement her sleeveless white blouse that had been tied at the bottom revealing her flat midsection. Her blue skirt with a cherry blossom pattern draped just a few inches above her knees. Blue and white sandals comforted her feet. Oh my! blushed the teacher. The class laughed. Settle down students, forgive me Mrs. Chantrell. She smiled and waved it dismissively off. I believe that Asreal was a Biologist and Jadeal was a Geologist. Retorted Breanna as she brushed her hair out her face to behind her ears. That would be correct, and who knows what they found on this island? She sat down as a boy with red hair and a face full of freckles raised his hand with eagerness to answer the next question. Okay you. The mysterious substitute teacher smiled as he pointed at the student. The red headed boy shot out from behind his seat. They found Etheerimite which powers our city, this entire island, and half the world now. It also made our city and island one of the most prosperous places around! The student gleamed with pride. Easy does it. Spoke the teacher as he laughed at the boy’s excitement. The boys face became beet red as the class laughed in an uproar. Alright class settle down lets not embarrass Mr… . Effrim, Jody Inclined the student. Mr. Effrim. Retorted the substitute. Anyone else want to add anything? He surveyed the room for volunteers and noticed a boy in the back of the room looking out the window. What about you sir, by the window? The student didn’t answer. The entire class turned to have a look at the person being non-responsive. Alright., said the teacher as he looked down at the seating chart determined to find the student’s identity. Ah Breeze, Lince Breeze is it? What about you sir, do you know the answer to the question? The student turned with a stoned face expression from his thoughts. No, sullenly he spoke. Surely you must have something Mr. Breeze., boasted the curious teacher. Lince had light brown skin, a very smooth face with a strong jaw structure. His eyes were of an unusual color, his silver-bluish eyes gave way to a very calm and intelligent center but for some reason when ever angered his eyes would go completely silver if unchecked. His friends always referred to it as Going Silver as if it were a superpower of some sorts. He hated it. His eyes still never undermined his other handsome features. His eyebrows were of medium thickness and curved to his facial structure. His hair was cut low, almost military like, neat and trimmed. He wore a blue button down short sleeve shirt with white random Chinese symbols spread throughout the shirt, a blue undershirt that still gave way to his athletic build. Tan cargo pants offset his blue suede boots; he was about five foot and ten inches tall, not terribly tall or to short for that matter. His eye’s briefly met with Breanna’s gaze before he turned and resumed his sullen thoughts to the outside world. Still haunted by their brief eye contact, Breanna maintained her curiosity at her childhood friends’ internal conflicts. Um, sure. The teacher spoke wanting to break the feeling of tension in the room. Jody Effrim immediately raised his hand some how not sensing the tension. Ah, yes go for it ace!, said the substitute.

    As Lince drew deeper in his thoughts, childhood memories began to surface. Most prevalent were the ones of him and his father.

    Dad why do I have to learn how to use a sword? asked the young Lince. Well Lince for one reason, it’s good for you and another is, you’re my son and I want you to be able to protect yourself. Retorted his father. But do I really have to tie a rope to my arm and the sword? The guys on tv don’t do that. Lince tugged at the rope attached to the wooden sword he held in his small hands as he asked. His father stood smiling down at his young son’s innocence’s. Lince, come over here. His father took to one knee as Lince approached him. He placed an arm lovingly around Lince with a smile of reassurance he began his fatherly lecture. One day Lince you will rise to a greatness that far outweighs anything that I could ever accomplish. Then more people will come to rely on you than ever. What I show you here on out will allow you to protect those people and any one else you love… . Lince giggled at his father’s use of the word love. His father smiled and laughed at Lince’s giddiness. His eyebrows drew down in seriousness. A sword is and can be a deadly weapon even in the most novice users, but to a person who views a sword as an extension of there on body; these are the ones that are by far the deadliest. But dad I don’t want to hurt anyone. Lince said as he looked down and fidgeted with the hanging rope attached to his arm and the wooden sword. His father hugged him reassuringly then with his free hand raised his sons head to look into his own silver-bluish eyes. And I don’t want you to hurt anyone. I want you to protect people Lince. Whether it is your girlfriend… . His father tickled him as he teased him. Lince giggle and squirmed about. Or your friends or anyone you find to be behind you. This is why I teach you to use the sword this way… . Do you understand what I’m saying? The young Lince thought about it for a moment. A little. His father laughed and patted his head for reassurance. You will… . You will. Let’s go find your mother and bug her.

    Ringing could be heard in the distance snapping Lince back in to reality. He gathered his leather back pack that his father gave him on his first day of high school along with his other various notebooks and books to leave the class room. Remember class, your prom is at the end of the month so buy your tickets soon, also Mrs. Karen sends here regards and that her new born is doing just fine. Have a great Weekend and see you guys Monday. Lince looked up just in time to see Breanna leave class. Happy birthday to me. Gloweringly he spoke out loud to himself. Lince slowly gathered his things when the teacher startled him. Mr. Breeze! Lince looked up at the troubled substitute teacher sitting on the corner of the main desk. You ok son. I’m mean you had enough sadness in your eyes a moment ago to bring down even the most happiest of people. Lince tried to hide his gloomy mood with a false smile. Oh I’m just fine. Probably just had gas or something. He shrugged as he spoke. Gas, you had gas. The teacher chuckled at the comment. Wow, your horrible at hiding your feelings. You should work on that it may save you life one day. He stood and casually walked behind the desk to take a seat as he talked. Well I was never good at lying… . Wait… What was that? Lince stood perplexed at the comment. Oh it’s nothing, if you ever need to talk just let me know. I know you don’t know me but feel free. Reassured the teacher. Uh… sure, thanks I guess. Lince turned to walk out the door when he heard the chair slide across the floor. He turned back to see the teachers hand out. By the way I’m Asreal Lodecrest. Just as Lince reached out and shake the man’s hand his mouth dropped at the sound of his name. Lince forced his mouth to work. Lince Breeze. Wait a minute, as in the Asreal Lodecrest. Asreal smiled at Lince’s bewilderment. Well I don’t know about all that but yes I am the Asreal Lodecrest your thinking of. Lince began to feel bad at his earlier actions. Listen about earlier… Asreal chuckled. Oh now you want to talk. Lince shrugged. Listen don’t worry about it we all have our days right, no harm, no foul. Lince smiled at being let off the hook. Well I really should get back to work. Have a good weekend and tell you dad I said hi. Asreal said as he sat back in his chair. Wait, hold on. You know my dad too. Asreal sighed to himself as he took his red tinted glasses off to message his eyes. Yeah, me and your dad go way back. For a slight instance he seemed to be lost in his own thought before he replaced his glasses to his slightly wrinkled face. Well, why don’t you come to my house tonight for dinner? I’m sure my dad will be glad to see you. Lince adjusted his bag on his shoulders. Um… Sure, about what time? He spoke as he leaned back in the chair. Is seven thirty ok? Lince checking the clock on the wall. Yeah, Sure. Lince smiled at his settlement on a time. Do you know where we live? Yeah I can find it ok. Asreal said as he began to organize the papers in front of him. Cool, I guess I’ll see you later then. Lince spoke as he turned to walk out the door. Yeah, see you later… . Such a bright kid. Asreal dove into his work as he chuckled to himself.

    As Lince exited the class he heard a familiar voice. Took you long enough. Said the sullen voice Lince looked in the immediate direction of the voice and saw Breanna leaning up against the wall. Oh hey Brea. Before he realized it he was right back in his gloomy mood. Oh, so he does speak. She spoke slightly annoyed. What’s that’s supposed to mean? Lince retorted. I don’t know, you tell me you’re the one acting strange. Lince looked into Breanna’s royal purple eyes wishing he was able to say what was on his. Brea I’m fine. He nervously looked away. Lince was the only one who called her by that name. It made her feel special that he of all people gave her that nickname. Although she would never tell him that. Lince don’t do this, your horrible at hiding your feelings. So I’ve been told. He mumbled. What was that? she asked Nothing, Brea I gotta get home. He said while still looking away. Sure you do. Breanna irritated at his sullen mood backed off a little to cool her impending anger. The two began walking down the hallway filled with rows upon rows of cobalt blue lockers each with a built in digital touch, voice recognition screens. Breanna always loved to walk the hallways to look at the various fish swimming underneath the translucent floor over the various beautiful coral reefs. You look nice today. Lince nervously spoke. Well thank you. She smiled as she stole a glance at him. I have to stop by my locker, will you wait for me? She looked at him for a reply. Oh, okay. Yeah, sure, definitely. He reassured her, as he nodded rapidly due to his nervousness. You better wait for me! she said as she playfully pulled on the bottom of his shirt. Small beads of sweat beaded up on his brow from his proximity to Breanna. She smells really good. He thought. Don’t worry I will. You’re such a nice guy. She spoke as she touched his nose with right index finger. It was at that moment Lince knew she didn’t see anything in him. Yeah, don’t I know it? I’ll see you outside. With a heavy heart he walked outside. Once he was outside Breanna smiled. And I love you."

    Konichiwa, Brea said the small green frog on the digital screen. Konichiwa, JJ. Breanna smiled inwardly as she heard her special name from the frog. You don’t look happy Brea. concerned the little frog. Oh it’s just… Lince. Spoke her friend. Breanna jumped at the outburst. Oh… . Hey Robin. Relieved that it was robin, she opened her locker grabbed her small pink purse with the same frog as the screen on the center of it. The girl turned to speak to her locker. Robin Firewind. Her long straight blond hair fell to the side as she leaned in to say her name. The locker sparked and hissed as it malfunctioned. Breanna laughed. I told you to stop slamming it so much. she teased. Robin looked at Breanna with her ruby red eyes. Funny, very funny. Robin retorted with a small bit of frustration. Robin stood about the same height as Breanna although she was a bit slimmer than Breanna. She wore a lime green blouse with a short skirt, accessorized by her lime green sandals. Robin repeatedly hit the locker in her frustration, until it final opened. You should probably get that fixed. Breanna Suggested. Nah, You just gotta know how to work it. Robin said, happy at her accomplishment. So did you tell him yet, B Breanna gave her a look of confusion to her bubbly friend. You know, about you and Nathan breaking up. Confirmed Robin. Oh, no, not yet. He’s been in a weird mood all day today and nervous for some reason. He’s never nervous. She spoke as she closed her locker. Well I know for a fact that that bit of news would cheer him. Robin said as she winked at her childhood friend. Breanna blushed slightly. And I’m guessing you as well. Robin teased. Oh shut up what do you know about it? I know your blushing Robin smiled as she playfully batted her eyes at Breanna. Well, I’m leaving. Breanna said as she placed her purse strap over her shoulder. Sayonara, Brea. JJ the frog spoke. Bye, JJ… later Robin She walked towards the exit. As she neared the exit Robin yelled out to her. You better tell him! . . . . And good luck Breanna waved back as she left through the doors.

    She searched the area for Lince, to find him sitting by himself on a near by bench under a tree. Summoning the courage to ask the questions that may hurt she calmed herself. Taking a long deep breath she started toward him with resolve in hand. Noticing her approach he tried to change his miserable mood. You know there really is no point at you trying to hide how you feel. Assuredly she spoke. She sat next him. Lince stared into her eyes and soon dropped his placated emotion to see her. I mean we’ve only been best friends for how long now? Lince dropped his head in embarrassment at hearing the question. She playfully nudged him with her shoulders. I’m waiting. She nudged him again to coax the answer out of him out of his shell. Since we…

    Since we were kids. Breanna impatiently spoke. And usually we tell each other everything. Well we used to at least. Why is that? Lince Looked away as he mumbled under his Breath. Probably cause of that jackass you call a boyfriend. What was that? She halfheartedly asked. Nothing. He quickly replied as his face turned to meet hers. Breanna smiled, giving him a reason to smile back. So are you going to tell me what that was back in class, or better yet this whole day? You’ve been weird sense you got school this morning. It’s nothing. He spoke feeling uncomfortable in his own skin. Why are you being this way? Breanna stood as her anger began to rise. She folded her arms to keep her anger in check. As she eyed Lince like a hawk he did everything to avoid her gaze. So who are you taking to Prom? Lince asked seething in his own awkward anger. I suppose that you’ll be taking your boyfriend. Lince turned to look at her, but no one was there. He hurriedly searched around and found her walking quickly away. Ah shit! realizing that he was being a child he walked after her. Brea… . Brea… . Brea! He called out to her and pleaded for her to turn around. What! She exploded as she turned around. Look I’m sorry. I just have a lot on my mind that’s all, ok, and I guess I just feel like I have no one to talk to that’s all. Pleaded Lince in defense. How can you say that when I’ve always been there for you. On lookers began to watch and whisper at the two as tears began to stream down from Breanna’s delicate purple eyes. Lince immediately sensing the situation was spiraling out of control placed a hand out in invitation and to save face. Not for his own well being mind you but for Breanna’s sake. Seeing him thrust his hand out in such a manner brought her to a harsh realization that she must have been making a fool of herself. She looked around as she placed her hand over her mouth to stop it from quivering and noticed all the watchful and judgmental eyes upon her. Frozen in embarrassment looked to Lince for protection. Come on Brea let me walk you home. Lince whispered as he smiled in reassurance. She didn’t move. He moved in closer and gentle grabbed her left hand and squeezed for acknowledgement and comfort. She squeezed back, and nodded. And that was a scene from the new play Trust! tickets will go on sale starting next week. Don’t miss it. It’s going to be hot. Thanks for watching guys! The crowd looked at each other in disbelief just as a familiar red headed boy began clapping furiously. The crowd followed suite. Brea take a bow. Lince whispered. She did absentmindedly. The crowd disbanded as if nothing ever happened. The red headed boy approached them. Wow, guys that was awesome, it seemed so real! Breanna went in closer to Lince and adverted here eyes away from the seemingly adoring fan. Lince placed his arm protectively around her waist shielding her from the red heads gaze. Thanks Jody. Lince smiled reassuringly as he replied even though his thoughts focused on Breanna. Where can I get tickets? Jody asked enthused. We’ll let you know Jody. Retorted Lince in an attempt to deflect anymore incoming questions. When did you guys start this… . ? We really have to be going Jody. Lince grabbed his belongings from the bench under the tree with Breanna in tow. Brea still withdrawn into herself felt something warm in hand, she looked down to see that it was Lince’s hand. Looking up she found Lince smiling at her. You ready? Finally snapping out of it, Where to? She asked in a timid voice. Well I’m walking you home. Is that ok? Reassuring her, as well as himself of his intentions. She nodded. Realizing that he was stroking the back of her hand with his thumb they both looked down at there locked hands. Lince, why are we holding hands? With a dumbfounded look he searched for an answer other than the most truthful. I was uh… . just trying to get your attention that’s all. He blushed. As he attempted to let go her hand she crossed her fingers with his. Well it’s nice. I don’t think we’ve ever held hands before. Lince began to feel hot as he imagined the two of them kissing. Lince, What are you thinking about? She asked as she closed the distance between the two them unable to contain his boyish grin to himself. Coming to, he realized how close he was to her. Not now, not now! he screamed in his head. Hey what do you have in your pocket? she asked as she felt the protuberance in his pants. Crap! he shouted in his head as he backed away from her. Oh, just a roll of quarters. He blushed. It seems like more than just a roll of quarters. He smiled, she blushed. Let’s go Brea., Sure… . but first I want to say I’m sorry and… . and to thank you for what you did. Her eyes shimmered as tears welled up. Hey the way I look at it, you wouldn’t even have been upset if it weren’t for me in the first place. So, no worries. As Lince sadly smiled at her. Well let’s get going I really don’t feel like running back into Mr. one million questions. He added. Yeah I have combat lessons tonight. As if I’ll ever be in combat." Breanna said as she laughed.

    CHAPTER TWO

    The Walk Home

    BUILDINGS OF VARIOUS SHAPES and sizes littered the streets on the way to Breanna’s home. Some dome shape, some circular, some square, o thers rectangular. Nothing overly spectacular but they all served a purpose; but it was when the sun began its decent in the ocean things became special. It was the lazy haze of red, orange, yellow that washed over the buildings that really made it something special. Breanna asked as they reached her house. L ince found himself unable to look at her as thoughts of his sleepless nights intruded. You know I can never get enough of these sunsets. Lince spoke. He cleared the lump that was stuck in throat for fear of Breanna seeing him in such at state. Breanna reached up with a gentle hand and brought his face around to meet hers. With small hesitation he gave way to her soft embrace. Please, Lince answer me. Is it really that bad or is it… . just me? She nervously said. Her last words cut into his very soul and squeezed his heart. Lince calmly grabbed her hand and began nuzzling his face into her hand as he massaged the backside of hers. Brea please don’t ever think that it’s you… . ever. He whispered softly to her as small tears rolled down cheek. Lince used his free hand to wipe the tumbling teardrops away from her silky caramel skin. Then why won’t you talk to me? She pleaded. A small breeze from the night air blew Breanna’s hair into her face. F eeling slightly frustrated she blew her hair from her face. They both laughed, unsure of what to do. He thought she was beautiful even with the pale glow of the street light. T he warm glow of orange lights popped on within breanna’s house catching his attention. I think your parents are home. She turned to check to see his assessment was correct. Oh my mother had the day off today, since it’s the anniversary of my birth fathers death. She said. The news hit him like a hurricane. He had been felling so sorry for himself that he completely forgotten about it. It had been 17 years now since Breanna’s birth father had died of fatal wounds and left her on the doorstep of the Chantrell’s where he collapsed wearing strange clothing. T he couple had tried to nurse him back to health but the wounds were to grave. He died two days shortly after only leaving behind a letter for her to open on her 18th birthday, which was only less than a week away now. She had honored that request and refused to open it despite her curiosity. The letter had been sealed with a purple crest, adorned with a two crossed clawed gauntlets, with a single blade extending from the rear of each. Brea I’m so sorry I feel like a complete ass for being so selfish. Lince solemnly spoke. Breanna smiled at his sincerity. Oh no, it’s fine. I’m ok, it’s you I’m worried about. S he confessed. It did very little to easy his mind, but that was Lince’s character. It suddenly had dawned on him that he had plans with Asreal. Hey what time is it? He hastily asked. Breanna checked her watch. Ten minutes to seven, why? She spoke curiously. Dammit, I’m sorry Brea but I have to get home. We have a guest coming over tonight and I haven’t even told my parents about him yet. He said. She eyed him suspiciously. Are you telling me the truth or are you trying to get out of talking to me! She asked him. No, It’s nothing like that I just can’t be late seeing as I invited him. You know what I mean. H e said. She nodded in agreement. Well I gotta go. He hesitantly spoke. Lince promise me you tell me what ever it is that’s bothering you. S he begged him. I promise. He smiled as he backed away from her. She shared his smile with her own. Well, I guess I’ll see you in a minute anyway. She blurted absentmindedly. Lince frowned at the statement. You will. H e said confused. With the weight of what she just had said landing on her like a brick she hastily abstracted her comment. Oh I meant later, as in tomorrow… . or some other day! S he nervously chuckled, hoping he would buy it. Well I have to get inside now. I’ll see you later Lince. She quickly fled into house and sighed in relief. Yeah… . later. H e said still confused by what just happened. Dammit now I have to run home.

    Okasama, we have to go. I almost let the cat out the bag. Breanna yelled through out the Japanese influenced household. About what? Her mother yelled from upstairs. What do you mean about what? What else, his birthday party of course. She yelled back. Breanna’s mother strolled down the steps wearing a lovely white and pink floral dress. She was only slightly taller than Breanna, with black hair tied in a traditional bun. Mom lets go we’re going to be late! Breanna said unable to keep still. Alright, alright let’s go. I just got off the phone with Erin and she said he doesn’t have a clue about his party. Her mother said. Breanna thought to herself maybe that’s what was wrong with him. Poor Lince. She whispered to herself. Breanna’s mother watched her with quite contentment. Hana, you really do love him don’t you? The mother asked. Breanna blushed at her mother’s question. She always liked it when her mother called her by her nickname. Her mother placed a loving arm around her shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze of reassurance. Come on hana lets go have some fun! The mother said as she gave a smile, that showed more kindness and wisdom than she would admit. Yeah let’s go.

    Running at full speed Lince was half way home when he saw a familiar person speed by in a blue luxury car. He cursed his forgetfulness, keeping his pace. The night air cooled his face as he ran home to meet up with his guest. The buildings that he passed on his way to Breanna’s house all now had the same pale moon iridescences to them. Funny he thought how one thing can look one way during the day and completely different during the night.

    A shadow from above passed over him. Lince looked up and around to see what caste the shadow. He didn’t see anything. He ran on. The air pulsed with heat. He ran on. A noise that sounds as if the very fabric of space was being torn was heard. He ran on. He senses where now on full alert. Lince didn’t know what to expect. He ran on. What the hell is going on? He spoke to himself. The buildings began to take on a reddish glow; the air reverberated with intense heat. The noise grew louder with every step. Should he run faster, should he duck, should he call for help? Lost, he felt at the impending doom. Summoning

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