Aquina’s eyes narrowed and she noticed five doors, each a different color facing the common area. She made a bee-line to the fanciest door and mumbled a string of curse words as she entered. It was a small room with a small bed and even smaller window. It was a utilitarian beige and had no flavor. Aquina turned back quickly to see if she could change rooms. The others had followed her lead and were all headed to their own doors. “I guess the saying, ‘You can’t judge a book by its cover’ works on doors too,” Beecher teased, poised and ready to open his own door. It was not painted and in fact looked to be made of distressed wood. “If there was any justice you would find a doggie bed inside your door.” Aquina blushed, knowing she had been caught trying to find the fanciest room. He opened his door and gasped. A large waterbed was the focal point in the medium-sized room. The walls were painted in an hombre fashion from a light sea green near the ceiling to a deep dark aquama
Rain broke the morning, pounding on the roof as if demanding to be let in. Katalea watched the gray sky lighten through the torrential downpour from the safety of the large, round bed she shared with Dakari. Currently she was trapped under his heavy limbs, but since the day looked so somber she felt no need to hurry extracting herself.She heard noise from the common area and realized that the others had begun to stir as well. The smell of coffee began to waft through the air and she longed for it. It took a few minutes to unwind Dakari off of her, but once she did, the coldness of the room shocked her. She grabbed for her hoodie and flannel pajamas and made her way toward the heavenly scent.As she padded into the kitchen she heard the front door close. It was almost inaudible, but the change in air pressure in the room confirmed her suspicion. Someone had been in the apartment.Three short beeps in quick succession had her head snapping back to the kitchen. Her first irratio
She walked with him to the diner. Foods he had never seen before enticed him, the scent making his mouth water. “They treat you like a servant, slinking out in the cold morning to fetch their food?” She spat at him. “You should be treated as a king with servants to do your bidding.” He looked curiously at her. There was a momentary twitch in her face, almost as if the shift hadn’t quite took. He shook it off, and turned to the man behind the counter. He placed his order, doing his best to communicate in broken Spanish and hand signals. They sat at a little table to wait and Ashara looked at him in disgust. “I will help you solve the riddle. Our pack here is army-like in size. We can find whatever treasure is promised you. You do not need those intruders. They want nothing but to use you and get the glory for themselves,” she spoke low, but with an intensity that made a light layer of sweat rise on her skin. Again, he noticed a momentary glitch. Her eyes seemed not to sy
They loaded the car with the mundane: water bottles, snacks, rope, and blankets. No one was sure what the day might bring, and they wanted to be prepared for anything. Beecher raided the pantry in his room and brought boxes filled with chips, cookies, and protein bars. “Do you think this rust heap will get us there alive?” Aquina asked, gesturing to the car. The skeptical look on her face voiced her opinion loudly. Beecher snorted, “Underneath all the cosmetic issues beats the heart of a champion.” As he tried reassuring them of the cars’ inner worth, the door handle broke off in his hand. “Thankfully, we don’t need a door handle to accelerate.” He rolled his eyes and climbed through the window. “This baby’s engine has been modified from a military Jeep. We’re in good hands.” “I’m just hoping the metal under that big engine doesn’t rust off while we’re driving.” Aquina teased. “Maybe I should ride up front to keep an eye out for shrapnel as we head out. Beecher thrilled
There was no traction to be found in the sand. As if on ice, Beecher tried to turn the tires into whatever was pushing them laterally across the road. Nothing worked. They slid until they were forcefully stopped by a large cactus bush on the opposite side. Dakari yelped when his arm was punctured by the bush upon impact. For a moment there was silence. A sound Aquina had never heard before started low but steadily grew louder. To her ear it didn’t sound like what she imagined a gruppa of weredragons would sound like that was about to feast on a car full of misfits. She had fallen onto the floor of the car, wedged under Katalea, at the initial impact and tried desperately to see what was coming for them. She tried wiggling and found that Katalea too was trying to get herself back upright. Twisting her torso, she was able to see out the window, but only at an angle that told her that the rain had passed. Halfway off the floor, she was looking up, a weak sun was now streaming
The sun had reached it’s peak and nestled amidst the remaining clouds as Beecher signaled for everyone to hide. He knew Hassan could smell them, but he was sure hoping Dakari or Zinnia could help them with that. If they could just find a place to hide. A tiny slip of silver and blue caught his attention, like the spark of a match. He turned and watched a little bluebird flitter between two trees to his right. Behind the bird, there was a dark shadow. Could it be? The shadow was longer than it should be for this time of day. With the sun prominent in the sky, only one thing could cause such darkness. In his experience, a dark hole meant possible shelter. A cave. His heart pounded as he made his way towards it. He signaled the others to follow, but at a distance. The last thing he wanted was to bring all his new friends directly into Hassan’s waiting arms. It was a cave, the entrance partially blocked by the little bluebird's home. “At the moment, that cave looks more i
Eyes widened in terror, Aquina saw Hassan pass by the little tree outside. She backed away slowly and made her way back to huddle with the others. In the firelight, she didn’t see the rock. The heel of her hiking boot caught it and she went down hard. Her bones rattled inside her and she sat for a moment assessing the damage. She had managed not to cry out, but it had been close. The pain started at the base of her spine and ran upward into her neck. She had the mother of all headaches. For a minute, she thought she might get sick.The nausea passed, and she laid back. She knew she shouldn’t sleep, but it seemed like a wonderful alternative to the stress around her. She closed her eyes, and her hands came to rest by her sides. She gripped the stones she found there and willed herself to just let go.The stone in her right hand felt warm. In fact, it felt as if it had a pulse. Wary eyes opened quickly, afraid that she had found a rodent or insect. She sat up quickly and o
She stood in a stance that offered no threat. Her bronze wolf eyes looked at each of them in turn, radiating good will. “This is the form Hassan took when he met me in the streets,” Beecher snarled, his eyes never leaving the wolf’s. “He won’t fool me again.” But something was different this time. He could feel it. Instinctively knowing the truth, Beecher fell to his knees in homage, head bowed in reverence. He was in the presence of the real goddess.“Ashara, is it really you?” His voice quivered as his brain tried to keep up. It had been so long since his mother had told him about Ashara. She had seemed like a fairy tale when he was young, A guardian angel who could grant wishes and keep you safe. “Yes, my child, rise now, and receive your reward,” her voice was melodious and brought tears to his eyes. She was every bit as beautiful as his mother had divulged. He wondered if his mother had ever seen her. He wondered lots of things now. He had been so foolish to turn