A PILLAR of early morning sunlight broke through the grey cloaked sky as the wagon rolled onward away from the city. Faline yawned, stretching her arms above her. She had been kept awake by the realization, tossing and turning as questions swirled around her like a whirlwind. It was still hard for Faline to wrap her head around it. The Knights of Shaula were formed for the sole purpose of serving and aiding the Blood Star Shaula which that is, General Dana Rein. Her power, the power that held the control over the ice, should have died with Dana Rein. So why had her power still clinging unto her inner core, and her - Iwaoka's - unborn child's?
Faline tugged her cloak closer as a feeling of mild terror pressed down on her like an iron weight. A child could be threatened and kidnapped and held hostage. It was bad enough when she thought their child would be a normal Demetri. A completely human child would live under the threat of being used as leverage against her and Iwaoka by t
BLUE eyes stared as starlight gleamed through the window. The night sky was like a painting as a dusty river of stars that shimmered with dark blues and pale pinks cut through the deep purple background. Hanna's soft snores bounced off the hut walls, the white noise a droning comfort. Faline rolled uncomfortably to her side. With a sleepy yawn, the Knight closed her hidden eyes and focused inward.Her Auræ stretched before her like the open ocean bathed in moonlight. It was her inner core, the place were her power was reserved and renewed. Faline delved deeper, searching for some sort of tell. But the only not-her that she could sense was the flickering fragments of her own white Auræ that identified her as the bearer of the Blood Star's ice element. Chapped lips frowned in contemplation. If Hanna was correct about her having a Telekinetic Kryst, then she would have seen it within her inner core while the child was still unborn. However, Faline couldn’t determine if that was t
FALINE had seen the troops wearing the uniform of Colton's tribe off in the distance as she walked the dusty street through the village. It was a little unusual but the Knights didn’t put too much thought into it. It wasn’t until she was inside, resting her swollen feet and blue eyes that switches to white starting through thatched roof to the cloudless blue sky, that Faline realized they were marching toward the village. The unit was small; a quick estimate of only eighty Krysts. The majority stopped in formation a decent distance from the village, bows and quivers on their backs. The officer leading them – highly ranked based on his uniform and seeming vaguely familiar – continued forward with just a small guard, meeting a nervous Hade at the village entrance. The confused villagers paused from their daily tasks to stare uncertainly at the tribe, while others fearfully peaked out from doors and windows.Faline didn’t know the details, didn’t know what exactly they wanted wit
DUSK descended on the village, the shimmering sky a periwinkle purple as the waxing moon rose. The moon-glow coated the thatched roofs and browning grass like a pale morning frost of early winter. Inside one of those small stone houses, the elders and relevant adults crowded together with bumping shoulders. Hade and Hanna were standing beside Faline as the village leader and local healer, respectively. Kenneth and Lanie had a spot by the table, while Porcia hovered near the door with back pressed against the wall. There were others as well, such as the head goat herder and the senior farmers. They all murmured with nervous energy, low voices filling the room. Faline stretched her back with rounded belly sticking out farther, relieved that the paralysis backfire of her power had finally worn off. She then met each of their curious stares, the glint of blue and white eyes quickly stilling the crowd.“Thank you all for your understanding and acceptance these past few months," Fal
FALINE practically bounced on the balls of her heels with impatient energy. She stood near the edge of the budding village, another two huts and shelter for the farm animals completed since Faline had sensed Ailene and Hunter's approaching presence. Her gaze focused in the distance, across the forest blanketed in a dense white fog. Faline casually wondered if Ailene had somehow brought the mist down from the mountains with them.With her ability to see through the mist, she could see them now, walking at a steady pace and trailed after by a familiar man and a few followers. It was Hēdin, she realized. He probably went to get Ailene and Hunter when Faline sent him a message a three days ago through the Faerie.Ailene was stylish in pure white as ever. The fur coat that hugged her thin curves peeking out from her travel cloak. She moved like the wind, her wavy armpit length black hair was fanning behind her. She looked younger than Faline, although Ailene was much older th
WITH a single swipe of the hand, the tree trunk was cut cleanly into two like a knife cutting through the meat. It bounced on the ground before falling backwards, away from them. Another tree leaned to one side, splintered bark cracking and groaning without anyone touching it. Ailene and Hunter stepped back as the tree slowly toppled over, air gusting through quaking branches before it slammed into the ground with a thundering thud. Hunter then wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand while Ailene blew a black hair out of her face as the two of them surveyed their work. This was not the first two downed tree. Logs baring clean cuts and uprooted trees were being cut up and harvested by the villagers, Hēding and a few of the Liu Tribe servants. The plan was to clear this area near the settlement for grazing and gardening once spring comes. The lumber would be used to for building material and firewood.A younger man with dirty blond hair – Kenneth, if Hunter was rememberi
FALINE was lying against the spare bedding, slightly supported by itchy blankets and a few straw pillows. Hanna’s warmed hands pressed against Faline’s bloated belly. The civilian medic's hands moved up and around Faline's stomach in almost message-like motions. It felt awkward and uncomfortable and a little invasive. Faline lightly bit her lower lip, forcing herself to stay still and not to shift away. Finally, Hanna lifted her hands and backed away.“The child is in a good position," Hanna said as a flickering frown vanished behind a professional expression.Next she checked to see whether or not Faline was dilating yet. That was even more awkward and uncomfortable and much more invasive than Hanna checking the baby’s positions.“You’ve started dilating," the woman declared. “It’s not a false call.”At those words, there was a sudden flurry of movement from Lanie and Porcis as they began gathering together all the necessarily supplies. Water was set to boil
FALINE woke to the sound of displeased baby gurgles, her heavy eyelids reluctantly fluttering open. Eyes that were a reflection of her own stared intently at her as Lucian’s hungry whimpers loudened. Faline went to move but Iwaoka's weight stopped her. His arm was locked tight around her waist, and he was laying half on top of her. It was almost like he was worried she might vanish while he slept. After a few tries, Faline managed to loosen his grip and shift free; Iwaoka rolling slightly to the side at her absence. She sat up and glanced down at her lover’s sleeping form. Her hand lightly brushed twilight bangs from his face, which even in sleep was lined with exhaustion. Usually Faline was a light sleeper but he remained unconscious despite the infant’s noise and her touch. Iwaoka had truly overextended his power to arrive as quickly as he had. Faline didn’t expect him to stir back into the realm of waking for many hours.Lucian’s hungry garble
THE sound of pen strokes on parchment filtered across the room and mingled with the crackling noise of the fire. Faline was seated at the table, writing out a list with a steady hand. She took a deep breath, the smells of ink and green tea from her still steaming cup drifting in the warmed air.“Up you go," Iwaoka's voice sounded from behind as he lightly tossed Lucian from his cradled hold and up an inch or so into the air. Happy baby gurgles, an almost laughter, chimed from the infant as he safely caught him again.“Iwaoka, he’s too young for a game like that," Faline stated as she wrote down another item on the list.“Lucian likes it," he replied instantly but soon settled his down on the futon next to her. Lucian gurgled again as he flailed his feet, while his tiny mouth formed an o-shape. Both Iwaoka’s hands reached down, a thumb brushing Lucian’s cheek as a rare warm and gentle smile lit his lips. “Do you want to fly again, Lucian?”“Iwaoka," Faline war