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GPFriday: Second Semester Chapter 3: Fateful Decisions — September 15, 2017

GPFriday: Second Semester Chapter 3: Fateful Decisions

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Chapter #3: Fateful Decisions

 

Greeley Colorado

May 27th, 2027-CE

 

Dale, Lone Wolfe’s father, picked up his cell phone and sat down at the kitchen table as he glanced down at the thermometer. He just added a cold compress to his son’s forehead and took his temperature in the middle of the night. He was starting to recover after talking to his second cousin but now he was taking a turn for the worse. The reading on the thermometer proved it. He knew what he should do but he also knew he had to call and make a case to his wife and to Lone Wolfe’s mother. He dialed Sylvia’s number and waited for her to answer, “He isn’t getting better. I think it is time for you to come home. His temperature is 102.5.”

“That’s lower than it was earlier,” Sylvia stated with a yawn.

“But he was getting better,” Dale protested, “He was down to 101.9 this afternoon. I thought his fever was starting to break but now it’s climbing again. If it gets up around 103 then I have to take him to the ER. You need to come home.”

“Do you know what time it is?” Sylvia questioned in response, “Colorado Springs is over two and a half hours away. I am okay with you taking him to the ER if he gets worse but it would be better if we wait until morning.”

“Sylvia, this is your son!” Dale barked, “Don’t you care?”

“Damn you Dale! Of course, I care. It’s not like I am going to get any sleep while I wonder if you are in the ER but do you want me to be driving around at around midnight on Memorial Day weekend with drunk drivers on the road? With me half asleep to boot? What can I do there in 3 hours that I can’t do tomorrow?”

“I didn’t want you going down there in the first place, damnit!” Dale shouted.

“I didn’t want our son to be alone! Maybe you should have thought about us having another child when Sean was a toddler!” Sylvia shouted back, “I want to give him one summer where he can feel like he is part of a family bigger than the three of us! I know we don’t have time for these what-if games but what is done is done! Like I said, if you need to take him to the ER then take him in. Nothing is stopping you.”

“I think you should be there,” Dale hissed, “You know what’s going on with him! You had this fever at his age before your last talent awakened.”

“Do you think that is going to help at the hospital?” Sylvia questioned in a patronizing tone, “Remember, we don’t officially exist. We are just normal people living a normal life. They will think we are crazy if we start telling them we are psychic and our son happens to be psychic going through a puberty induced awakening of a third ability.”

“This doesn’t happen on my side of the family,” Dale stated in response, “We have abilities awaken during puberty but they don’t cause fever and illness like this.”

“They are also weak as fuck,” Sylvia added, “My Empathic abilities awakened during puberty and they are stronger than most psychics.”

“But you told me earlier that your fever wasn’t this bad,” Dale argued.

“His talents are also stronger and tend to be out of control,” Sylvia stated in response, “Through our combination he has abilities that are rough around the edges. I am not saying don’t take him to the hospital. I am saying there isn’t anything more I can do.”

“He should have his mother there,” Dale stated.

Sylvia sighed, “I will have to wake up the others so they know we are leaving early.”

“You can leave just by yourself,” Dale stated.

“Then me being down here would be pointless,” Sylvia stated in response.

“There doesn’t have to be a point to you being down there,” Dale huffed back.

“Relena and I will be coming up. We will be leaving soon but in any case, I have to let everyone know I am leaving now,” Sylvia spat then hung up the phone.

Dale sighed, “At least you are coming back.”

 

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This dream, unlike the other fever dreams he had before, seemed much different. While they were all vivid and detailed, they all carried some sort of whimsical air about them. This one was different. He was in the back seat of his mother’s car. The rain started to come down. It was unusual for it to rain at night. He wondered why it would rain so late at night. His mother was driving and Relena was in the passenger seat. His mother seemed upset but was starting to calm down. Relena was worried but excited.

“I hope he will be okay,” Relena stated.

“Sean will be fine,” Sylvia stated. Lone Wolfe could feel that she wanted to say more but something stopped her. He cocked his head, wondering what would keep her from saying what she wanted to say.

“Why won’t you tell her?” He asked in response. He knew she was going to tell her that she was going to go through something similar in a couple of months but something wouldn’t let her say it.

“If he will be fine then why are you leaving now?” Relena questioned in response.

“Because Dale asked me to come up there. He is convinced that Sean will have to go to the hospital and something will happen to him there,” Sylvia answered in response, “I know he will be fine. He needs another day or so. The fever is just a little worse than we expected.” They were speaking as if he was not in the car at all.

“Well, I am glad you decided to take me with you still,” Relena stated, “Will I come with if you have to run Lone Wolfe to the hospital?”

“Of course, you will come with if we have to run Sean to the hospital,” Sylvia answered, “Why does everyone insist on calling him by that stupid nickname that silly little girl gave him seven years ago. He has too many friends to be a lone wolf.”

“If he doesn’t mind it then why bother trying to stop it?” Relena questioned in response, “I don’t hear him trying to correct anyone from using it.”

“I don’t hear him insisting on being called it.” Sylvia stated in response.

“Well I asked him about it today; I asked him if he wanted to be called Sean or Lone Wolfe or something else and he said everyone calls him Lone Wolfe.” Relena commented.

“That doesn’t sound like an insistence to me,” Sylvia remarked.

“Doesn’t sound like a protest either,” Relena argued, “How about we ask him when we get back?”

He could feel his mother holding back on something. He realized she wasn’t doing it consciously. It was almost as if she was locked into a sequence of events. Something that had been pre-determined the moment she decided to start driving. Instead of saying what she wanted to say, she asked; “What prompted you to ask?”

Relena shuffled in her seat uncomfortably, “Promise not to get angry?”

Sylvia shook her head, “I won’t.”

“I have been having some dreams. I believe I have been reincarnated,” Relena stated, “I believe my real name is Akasha.”

Sylvia nodded and didn’t show any anger on her face. Lone Wolfe couldn’t feel any anger coming from her either. Instead he could only feel understanding, “I believe you.”

“You do?” Relena sounded genuinely surprised.

At that moment, a light from the opposite lane shined brightly on them. Before Sylvia could react. The driver’s side was smashed. Relena screamed in terror, not realizing what happened. The colliding car, still carrying the car with Sylvia and Relena sent the passenger side of the car into the nose of their neighboring car. At that moment, all went black.

 

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Lone Wolfe sat up in his bed, drenched in sweat, letting out a yelp of a scream. He didn’t feel sick anymore. He didn’t feel cold anymore. Everything felt clearer than it had in the past couple of days. He peeled off his sheets and ran out of his room. The hallway was dark, the living room was dark but there was a light in the kitchen. His heart sank. He hoped it was just a bad dream, a nightmare.

He rounded the corner to the kitchen to find his father sitting in the chair. His shoulders were slumped and he hung up the phone and sat it on the table. Lone Wolfe shook his head as he walked around to face his father, “No, dear god no!” Lone Wolfe cried, tears filling his gold eyes as the mournful look on his father’s face seemed to confirm his fears that his dream was a clairvoyant premonition, “What happened?”

His father was shocked that his son was up and now suddenly so lucid, “Sean Wolfe Carter, what are you doing up at this hour?”

“Where’s mom?” Lone Wolfe stated, “Don’t lie, what happened?”

His father’s jaw dropped, “how?”

“I saw it in a dream,” Lone Wolfe replied as more tears came to both of their eyes.

“I just got a call from the sheriff’s office,” His father replied, “They were… killed… A car jumped the median… he hit your mother’s car and smashed it into another car. The driver of the one that killed your mother also died. Relena was in the car too.”

Lone Wolfe dropped to his knees and gave his father a bear hug. His thoughts screamed out for comfort and solace. Anything to stop the pain. His mind did not scream so loud since he was attacked in first grade. He wanted the pain to stop. He wanted to wake up from this dream but he knew that this was no dream.

A voice from the darkness called out to him. He recognized her voice right away, “I am on my way Lone Wolfe. Stay safe.” It was Scarlet. Just as before, she heard his scream and was coming rescue him. This time she was not a child but was master of her own destiny. She was out of his range, somehow, he managed to reach out to her in his moment of desperation. He wasn’t sure how.

He felt something else, after his own sorrow was comforted by that voice in the darkness. The sorrow of someone else. Someone else wanted far more than a voice in the darkness to comfort him. This person wanted release. This person wanted death. This person lost the will to live. This person lost his mate.

Lone Wolfe glanced up at his father, “You can’t leave me now!”

His father sucked in his breath. He grasped his son tightly, “I won’t. I promise.”

After a moment, He released his son and placed a hand on Lone Wolfe’s forehead, “Your fever broke.”

Lone Wolfe nodded and started to walk to the sofa. He didn’t want to sleep in his bed. It was reserved for Relena. If she wouldn’t sleep in there with her body, she could sleep in there with her spirit. His father glanced over to the sofa and stated, “Your mother never told you.”

“I’m an empath,” Lone Wolfe nodded, “That’s what caused the fever. The ability awakened.”

“It seems to have strengthened your other abilities as well,” his father replied.

“Maybe. Or maybe I am too smart for my own good,” Lone Wolfe sighed.

“In the morning, I have to go down to Castle Rock,” His father mentioned, “To…”

Lone Wolfe shook his head, “I will stay here. Scarlet let me know she is on her way. She will be here in the morning.”

“She is in another state,” His father stated, “How did she know?”

“She heard my mind scream,” Lone Wolfe replied, “we must be linked somehow.”

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IWSG: Have you ever surprised yourself with your writing? For example, by trying a new genre you didn’t think you’d be comfortable in?? — September 6, 2017

IWSG: Have you ever surprised yourself with your writing? For example, by trying a new genre you didn’t think you’d be comfortable in??

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Well…

Yes…

I am sure this topic will get me booted from the rolls. You see, several iterations of a novel series of mine back when I asked my beta readers for input i got something interesting. The male half thought i did pretty well, they had varied input and diverse answers of what was done well, what was missing and what could have been done better. My female audience on the other hand ALL said the same thing. My novel had points that drove them crazy. I would get to steamy romantic moments then cut scene and move on to the next plot point. I was missing the relations: that action, the birds and the bees. You know….

They told me I had to fill in the blanks for them.

I was not comfortable with this.

I had never written a coupling scene before.

Don’t get this next bit wrong but, in regards to the plot, I didn’t see a point.

So i wrote a scene.

They said I wrote pretty well. What surprised me was they said I did well on the first try because I had no idea what I was doing.

Still doesn’t make me feel comfortable writing them…

GPFriday: Second Semester Chapter #1: End of Middle School — September 1, 2017

GPFriday: Second Semester Chapter #1: End of Middle School

Each chapter will have a link to the previous chapter. This will eventually end up in an ebook as well. Enjoy!

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Chapter #1: End of Middle School

 

Greeley Colorado

May 26th, 2027-CE

 

It had been over seven years since he saw the mysterious Nicole Lyla. After that day, she disappeared and only he and Jena remembered that she existed. Every other trace of her disappeared. There were unanswered questions. Why was she searching for them? Why did no one remember that she existed except for Jena and him? Would they see her again?

He had little time for that. He cleaned out his locker. It was the last day of middle school and the last time he would see the place that he spent the last three years learning new things. He would be moving onto high school next year. His friends would be moving with him to the same high school. There was excitement. There was also a feeling of foreboding. He didn’t understand why he felt that. He couldn’t understand why he felt an unusual kind of loss.

Jena walked over to his locker while he filled his backpack with the items he collected over the school year. Her pack was filled to the brim with everything from her locker. Like him, it would empty throughout the day as they turned in their books to their teachers, “Are you ready for another summer of fun?”

Lone Wolfe didn’t answer. A pounding headache was starting to form that morning. He found it difficult to concentrate on anything but the most basic of tasks. She tapped him on the shoulder, “Hey, are you okay, bud?” She asked.

He glanced over to her, his gold eyes showed the pain and distraction from the headache, “Yeah. Sorry, I just have a headache.”

Jena placed a hand on his head. She was determined to take away the pain. For some reason, she couldn’t pull the pain out of his head. She could see the pain in his eyes. For some reason, she couldn’t get to it, “I don’t understand this. Either you are blocking my empathic abilities or I can’t reach it.”

Lone Wolfe shrugged, “I don’t know. My telepathy doesn’t seem to work right today either. Sometimes the voices of the others are louder than ever and sometimes they are barely a whisper. I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Maybe you are getting sick,” Jena suggested, “You should probably see a nurse.”

Lone Wolfe chuckled which made his head ring with pain even more, “What can a nurse do that you can’t? Besides, it’s the last day of school. If they send me home now I won’t see you again until we start at West in the fall. I will make it through the day and then we can start our summer vacation.”

Lone Wolfe finished shoving the last of his things in the locker and shut the door. He zipped up the back pack and threw it over the shoulder. He managed to hide it well but the action caused a wave vertigo that almost sent him flying backward into the hall and onto the floor. He had no other symptoms other than the headache, at least nothing that had surfaced so far. His gifts always acted strange right before he got sick. He wondered if he managed to catch the flu right before summer vacation. That would put a damper on family plans if that was the case. It would be the first time in a couple of years that his mother had a vacation planned in the middle of summer. He didn’t want to miss that just because he was sick.

Jena seemed to pick up on that thought as he walked toward his class, “Shouldn’t Scarlet be out of College by now? Isn’t the semester over?”

Lone Wolfe nodded. It wasn’t much of a nod as he didn’t want another wave of dizziness to overwhelm him. Since she started in college three years ago, he had not seen much of her except in the summer. The two had become close like cousins. She was studying to become a teacher. That wasn’t surprising since she took him under her wing seven years ago to control his telepathy.

“I just realized something,” Jena commented, “We are now as old as she was when she started teaching you to use your telepathy.”

“Yes,” Lone Wolfe replied, “You are right.”

“Is she still teaching you things about your telepathy?”

Lone Wolfe shook his head and almost regretted it, “No. We are pretty much just friends at this point.”

Jena gave him a devious smirk, “Maybe you are hoping to be more than friends?”

In his current state, he couldn’t figure out what his oldest friend meant by that comment, “I don’t know what you mean by that. My parents can’t adopt her, her mother can’t adopt me. I don’t see how we can become actual family.”

Jena shook her head and chuckled, “Never mind. Well, see you after school.”

Lone Wolfe nodded and regretted doing so right away.

 

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As the day progressed, Lone Wolfe started to feel even worse than when the day began. What was a bad headache turned into a throbbing, pounding, vertigo inducing menace. It became impossible for him to concentrate. Despite the spring warmth in the day, it felt like someone had turned down the temperature outside. No one could tell from his sweating, however, as he nearly drenched is clothes with it. He was convinced that he had a sudden case of allergies as he started to sneeze and his nose ran so much he had to steal a roll of toilet paper from the restroom to keep his face clean.

As he headed to his last class, he developed a cough. He sat down at his desk next to Curtis. The blond haired blue-eyed boy gave him a weary look, “dude, you don’t look so good. You should see the nurse.”

Tired gold eyes glanced back at Curtis, “Why bother? Last class. I will go home after this.”

“They could call your parents and you wouldn’t have to walk two miles home,” Curtis advised.

Lone Wolfe shook his head, “Why bother. It would take one of them out of work. I will be fine.”

Curtis pulled out a smart phone and started texting someone. Lone Wolfe glanced over to the phone, “What are you doing?” He asked.

“Texting Jena. I want her to walk home with you. Since we walk home in opposite directions, someone has to keep an eye on you,” Curtis answered.

“She doesn’t live close to me either,” Lone Wolfe replied, “I will be fine. I will make it home.”

“I’m not convinced you will make it through class,” Curtis stated.

Lone Wolfe took out his book and sat it on the desk, “I will make it, you watch. You will have to owe Jena an apology for this.”

His phone beeped. He glanced down and read the text message before glancing back at his best friend, “She said she would be glad to escort you home. You lucky dog!”

Lone Wolfe shook his head, “I don’t think you get it. She will walk me home and give me grief the entire time about how she will get in trouble with her parents about taking me home. When we meet up at West in the fall, she will let you know that you were wrong and I was fine all the way home.”

He put his head on the desk and let the cool feeling of the hard surface soak into his face. He thought it was weird that his body was freezing but the feeling of the cold faux wood surface felt good. That seemed to take up most of the time as the students were called forward to hand in their books. He didn’t hear his name called but Curtis decided to do him a favor and take his book up for him anyway. Before he knew it, the period was over and Curtis was nudging him, “Hey, it’s time to go home. It’s not too late for you to go to the office and tell them you need a ride home. You could borrow my phone and call your folks.”

Lone Wolfe rose slowly and grabbed his back pack. Even though it was lighter than before, it still felt far heavier than it should, “No.” He groaned, “If I call them then my mom won’t take me to Colorado Springs to spend time with Relena.”

“Is she your girlfriend? I didn’t know your mother would take you to see your girlfriend!” Curtis chuckled, “What will Jena think about that?”

“She’s my second cousin, you idiot!” Lone Wolfe sighed.

“No, Jena is your friend,” Curtis smiled.

“Relena is my second cousin, at least you got Jena right,” Lone Wolfe replied.

Jena entered the door way with her bag slung over her shoulder. Her green eyes glanced over to him and a worried expression washed over her face, “Should I call my parents and get them to give us a ride to your house? They wouldn’t mind.”

Lone Wolfe shook his head, “I’m fine to walk. Just feeling a bit under the weather.”

“Okay, well let’s, get home while you can still stand.” Jena replied.

Lone Wolfe nodded and gave a short salute to his friend, Curtis, “Have fun. See you at West this fall!”

“You too! Try not to catch anything else while you are in the Springs!” Curtis chuckled in response.

“I wonder if there is such a thing as smiling disease?” Lone Wolfe attempted to joke as he walked towards Jena. He glanced back at his friend one more time. He caught something in that moment but as he walked away from Curtis, it faded quickly, “If there is such a thing I think he has it. There is something different about him.”

“I think you have a fever and I think it is making you delirious,” Jena stated in a worried tone as they walked through the hallway.

Lone Wolfe didn’t say anything as he walked through the hallway. He glanced around at all of the people as they gravitated towards their cliques on the way out of the building. What he felt from Curtis he started to feel from some of the people in the other groups. He wasn’t sure what it was. He was also sure that the boys and girls that felt these jumbles of feelings were not sure of what they felt as well. Some of them teased and laughed the same way as Curtis did. Some of them stayed silent and somber. Some didn’t seem any different than before.

He glanced to Jena and asked, “What am I sensing here?” He asked.

Jena glanced at him with a confused look on her face. She was not sure what he was referencing as they walked through the halls towards the exit. Lone Wolfe had Clairvoyance and Telepathy. Jena had Telepathy and Empathy. As far as telepathy was concerned, both of them could sense the same things. She didn’t feel anything unusual out of that. She didn’t know how his clairvoyance worked so she didn’t know if he was referring to that. He couldn’t be sensing anything else out of the ordinary. He was either picking something up that she couldn’t feel or he was hallucinating.

She shrugged, “I don’t know. Like I said before, I think you have a fever and you aren’t feeling right.”

She placed a hand on his head and it felt hot to the touch, “There is no more thinking about it. Not only do you look like death warmed over, you feel like it too.”

As Lone Wolfe pushed open the door, the air outside felt like a blast of cold air. It was slightly cooler than average for this day but not enough that the air would feel chilly to anyone else. That more than anything else helped convinced the boy that his friend could be right. He slowly nodded, “Okay. You are right. I was hoping that I could finally go on vacation. This stupid fever and cold came on just to ruin it all!”

“Maybe your mom can reschedule it?” Jena suggested, “it’s not like a plane trip, right? You are just driving down to Colorado Springs. You will probably be better in a couple of days so you can just go then.”

Lone Wolfe shook his head, “It won’t work. It took a lot just to get the both of them to get their vacations to sync up. If they cancel their vacations now, they will have to work for months just to get it to work again. That means I will spend another summer here in Greeley, by myself, with nothing to do and no one to hang out with.”

“Well, there is always next year,” Jena suggested, “Maybe you just need to rest tonight. Who knows, you could be better in the morning and you can still make the trip tomorrow.”

Lone Wolfe had a feeling that he would be worse off tomorrow. He shook his head as they walked down the road, “No. I caught something. I won’t be better tomorrow.”

“You are being pessimistic,” She suggested.

“I am clairvoyant,” Lone Wolfe argued, “I know this. I will be worse tomorrow. I could suggest that you would stay the night but I am also sure that will fly as well with your parents as it would with mine. There is no guest room in our house so there would be no place for you to stay. With me being sick, they won’t have a guest over anyway.”

Jena was about to open her mouth to say something but Lone Wolfe glanced over to her, “Don’t even suggest me staying at your house. They won’t let me go to your house when I am like this.”

“Your mom knows I am an Empath, right?” Jena questioned.

Lone Wolfe nodded, “She knows you are like us, yes.”

Lone Wolfe tripped and stumbled at that point. He fell face first onto the concrete and just about knocked himself out on the sidewalk. He tried to push himself up but the vertigo from such a fast fall plus the knock on the head from the stop made the world spin around him. He couldn’t tell what was up and down anymore. It was all he could do just to gather his feet underneath him. He couldn’t stand, “Ugh,” he sighed as he tried to get up and stumbled forward.

“Lone Wolfe!” Jena cried. She scrambled to his side. Her voice seemed to echo in his head bouncing around from left to right and front to back. Each time it seemed to bounce around the inside of his skull it caused pain. She knelt down in front of him. He could smell the meaty smell of blood, “Don’t try to move, you are bleeding!”

His vision started to go out as she reached for him. He could feel her embrace as the world spun faster and contorted. He hoped that he wouldn’t fall over on her and cause her to tumble to the ground. If he was bleeding, like she said, he hoped he wouldn’t get his blood on her flowery blouse. Soon after all he could see was darkness. All he could hear was a ringing in his ears. He tried to call out but he couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t feel.

 

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Lone Wolfe opened his eyes to see the ceiling of his room and two pairs of green eyes glancing down at him. One Belonged to Jena, who seemed worried, and the other belonged to his mother who also looked worried but less so than his friend. He tried to sit up but his mother gently placed her hands on his shoulders, “Don’t try to move. You smacked your head pretty good. You don’t have a concussion, thanks to the gifts of your friend, but you need to take it easy for a while. You should have told me that you were sick this morning sweetie. You overdid it.”

“I didn’t want to miss us going to Colorado Springs to see Relena,” Lone Wolfe replied, “I have been looking forward to it all spring. Besides, it is the last day of school. I had to return my books.”

Sylvia shook her head, “I could have returned them for you. I would have stayed home and made sure that you were okay. If you didn’t overdo it at school today then you might have been okay or maybe a little under the weather tomorrow and we still would have been able to go.”

Lone Wolfe looked panicked, “I didn’t think about that. But it would have looked bad for you to miss work right before you go on vacation.”

“You let us adults worry about work,” Sylvia replied as she brushed her reddish-brown hair out of her eyes and forced a smile on her face, “Now you are running a fever and you need your sleep so I must now tell you that you have to say goodbye to your friend, Jena.”

Jena glanced to Sylvia with a worried look on her face, “I am not confident that I got rid of his concussion. Shouldn’t someone stay and make sure he stays awake for the night to make sure that he will be fine?”

Sylvia smiled and tapped her forehead, “I have every faith in your abilities, my dear. I also have the same gift to peak into things that haven’t happened yet like my son. He will be fine and he no longer has a concussion. That is how I was able to get off of work early and find you two on the sidewalk after he passed out. Now, he does need sleep so it is time for you two to say goodbye. You will see each other again. I promise.”

Lone Wolfe gave his friend a smile, “Until next time,” He said.

Jena rose and forced a smile on her face, “Have fun. Get better.” She said then left the room.

Sylvia said nothing and waited next to his bed until Jena had left the house and was on her way home. She glanced down to her son and said, “She is a strong Empath. Stronger than I. I would have had to take you to a hospital with the fall you took.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that I pushed myself that bad. I just didn’t want to miss going to see Relena.” Lone Wolfe replied.

Sylvia nodded, “I know. Your plan of keeping this to yourself might have cost you that trip. I have a way to make it up to you. You will have to stay here to get better but I can go down to Colorado Springs tomorrow to see my cousin and her daughter. With luck, I can convince him to let her stay up here for the summer. You won’t be able to go to the Springs but you will have a summer with your cousin. How does that sound?”

His face lit up with delight, “That sounds awesome!”

Sylvia returned his smile, “Now, once you get better you will be sleeping on the couch but I am sure that she will be okay with sleeping on the couch until then. Maybe we can arrange a camping trip or something later in the summer. I know someone who’s granddaughter likes camping and maybe later in June the two families can all go up camping together. It would give us all some space away from this cramped house.”

She rose to leave then turned back to her son, “You have a 101.2-degree fever. You don’t have a normal sickness. Something is happening to you. I will explain it to you in a few days when I get back. I have the feeling that you won’t process it right at this time. It will be an exciting time. A new beginning. We can discuss it in a few days.”

She flicked off the light and shut the door to his room, leaving him in the fading twilight. She also left him with questions. If he didn’t have the flu, then what was causing him to be sick? If it wasn’t a normal sickness then why couldn’t Jena take it away? Why was it an exciting time? Why was it a new beginning? He had no time to ponder those questions as he quickly succumbed to his tired feelings soon after.

GPFriday: Children of Legend: The e-Book, available through Smashwords! — August 25, 2017

GPFriday: Children of Legend: The e-Book, available through Smashwords!

Good afternoon Friday readers, for the first time in years, this friday will not be the end of my work week (unless something changes between when this is written and when it uploads)  but I do have good news for this friday!

the ebook of children of legend is available through Smashwords! This was the only way I could get it published in ebook format for free. I wanted it on amazon but they would not let me post it for free. I am working around that more on it later.

Now for a post mortem on the book.

I was told that it was a little short. You may think that coming in at over 40 thousand words that it is a decent sized book but that is actually the smallest thing I have ever written and pushed out. Templar: Order and Chaos is weighing in at over 174k, and the largest book I ever wrote was nearly 500k (yes I am working to slim that one down).

There were several reasons why the book was small and the chapters were small. First off; Lone Wolfe and Jena were Seven in the Novel. Not many American 7 year olds have that much autonomy. the second reason is I covered what was needed from their backgrounds. The third is there isn’t a lot of romance or deep plot that you can throw these kids into (romance with kids…eww). The last reason was this novel was about their powers and unusual gifts, combined with the first 3 reasons; it doesn’t give much to work with.

But the story doesnt end there.

I already have finished the first 11 chapters of Second Semester; the finale of the Children of Legend prequels. This will be much longer. They are 14 now, more happens in the book, they have more autonomy, there is plot, romance, and the rest of the character pre development from their backgrounds that led up to Templar: Order and Chaos. It will be the last extra leading up to the first novel. There will be others for the other books (there are 4 years between Order and Chaos and Spirit Killer) and time between Spirit Killer and schisms as well as removed chapters from Spirit Killer that I really want to clean up and see the light of day (Those chapters will probably not get their own e book but they will be here)

for November: I am going to do NaNoWriMo again this year. I do not know if this will be my last one or not. I am going to sprint this time to get Templar Schisms done. It has been on hold for me to release these two extras. If Second Semester is not done by the time NaNoWriMo starts then it will be on hold until december.

Also; while working on the outline for Schisms I have come up with a third Templar saga. This one does not involve templars at all (i know it’s weird) but you will understand when you find out who the center character is in this saga. The Saga name is Shaman Songs and the first novel is Resonance. Angela is the star of this saga (you will understand when you read schisms).

The focus of Shaman Songs is diving deep into the Paradigm Spirits and Era walker phenomenons as well as other spiritual phenomenons and problems in the world. Angela is the perfect character for this. Of the 3 stars of the Lone Wolfe Saga, Only Angela has the drive AND power to do this. Lone Wolfe has the power but he wants to be normal so he lacks drive. Jena has the will but she lacks the power. I need to outline it but It will come soon. It takes place right after schisms so it will start probably right after I finish Schisms (I hate running 2 sagas at once but it has to happen).

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