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Chapter Eleven

We all huddled close to the fire and told the horror as we recalled it. The entire group had been brought back to Grandfather's estate and parents had beeen called. No one wanted to leave, we were all in some stage of shock. I felt so foolish for endangering my family and friends over some ice cream. The whole trip to town had been my idea. I never wanted to believe that someone or something would actualy harm me, or harm others trying to get to me. Now two of the local kids were dead and guards were fighting for their lives. Grandfather either read my mind or sensed my mood. He came and sat down with me, pulling me into him on the beige leather couch. He smelled of cologne and salt water, and I inhaled it anxious for comfort. It felt so good to held. I put my head on his shoulder and let the tears flow. I was trying so hard to be strong but with his arms around me I let down my guard and sobbed.

Chapter Twelve

With no further attacks everyone began to relax a bit. Life went back to somewhat normal except for the training regimens. As a whole we were improving daily. Our problem was we were only good in the training yard with controlled circumstances. None of us had ever had a real fight. Plans were made for more practical experience. We formed two teams and met on the beach. Each team picked a color and we slipped on a scarf in that chosen color, that way there would be no mistake between enemy and friend. The game was as old as time, get the other teams flag and be pronounced the victor. Each team could strategize where to hide their flag. In this version though, there were no rules. Human form or feline form, magical powers and straight combat, all were on the table. We split our team into sections, offense and defense. I was sent to defend our flag. With my love of tree climbing I was a natural for flag

Chapter Thirteen

“On your left.” I heard Maggie say in my head. I couldn’t see her but I immediately turned right into the nearest classroom. “Thanks again.” I messaged back, glad the classroom door was unlocked. “Wait about two more minutes before you come out. I think they are looking for you. They are walking slowly.” She was speaking rapidly. My guess is she was late to class. I peeked from a corner of the little window in the door and I could see Dalya and her crew lazily making their way sown the hallway. Thank the goddesses for Maggie, my phone was on silent and I hadn't heard the alarm. Maggie, Dak, and her youngest brother Aran were my eyes and ears at the school now. We worked out an elaborate plan when we got back from Egypt two summers ago. Dak had managed t

Chapter Fourteen

"Your spells sound like a kindergartner on the first day of school," Dakari raged at me, "When you try to conjure a weapon you get a triple scoop of ice cream???" "I swear I am trying, my magic seems to have a few glitches," I look at him sheepishly, "I will keep trying." I don't mention that I had been just daydreaming about running out for a frozen treat later. "And Maggie," he says whirling on her. "What is the hell is that?" We all stand looking at the puddle of yellowish muck in the middle of the floor. "I was trying to conjure a bobcat to help me fight. I think I need to stick to smaller stuff." She sighs, it's all I can do not to bust out laughing. Dak rolls his eyes skyward and snorts, "Ya, like insects." I had to chuckle. He can be so cruel. Being the bratty little sister that she can be Maggie instantly conjures a small swarm of flies that go about attacking his eyes and ears. One look and they

Chapter Fifteen

Nationals this year was in Utah. To win here could lead to an international assignment. Every gymnast dreams of not only making the national team, but getting sent on assignment abroad. I was now old enough to vie for a spot on the senior squad. The juniors could only do dual meets, and meets between just two countries often took place within the United States. As a senior I could hope for the World Championships, or in three more years, the Olympics. I just had to stay healthy and focused. I had my nerves in check as my roommate and I got ready for our first day. Coach was already at the venue as our gym had a girl in the junior session earlier in the morning. Today was actually just a training session to let us all get used to the equipment. I was excited to see friends from other meets that I havent's see since last year. I was looking forward to showing off my new skills. Mom was with me as always,

Chapter Sixteen

Subtlety was not an issue for whatever was rampaging my way. It wanted me to know it was coming. Perhaps it got a thrill from the pungent odor of fear. I scented sulfur and ran away from it, towards the scent of water. Ahead I saw a small ravine, man-made near the highway, one of those built to keep it from overflowing in severe weather. I could use some severe weather right about now. I thought of the drawings I had done as a child. I have loved weather catasrophes for a long time. The thought of a violent storm had not been relevant for so long but maybe I could use those thoughts now to my advantage. I picture one of my favorite drawings of a tornado, the details becoming clearer as I lose myself to the memory. The murky clouds clashing together, causing thunderous booms and formidable lightning strikes. Wind so fierce the trees were bent in arcs or snapped at the base and tossed heavenward

Chapter Seventeen

Reminiscing was fun, and all these childhood memories had me nostalgic for the care-free days of my youth. In a few short hours I would be officially eighteen. High school was a distant memory having graduated early. I still trained with the local werecats here in California, until the school year was done. In a few short days we wold all be making the permanent move to Egypt. On my eighteenth birthday many things would take place. I would take over the Pride as Alpha, I would be crowned Princes Katalea, and as the werecat world had not had a princess in thousands of years, it would be quite a celebration. I would also be eligible to find my mate. This thought excited me and terrified me at the same time. We would celebrate at home here in typical human fashion. Music, food, friends, and more food. Many of the kids from the high school actually had become decent people in the last year and all were invite

Chapter Eighteen

Packing up a life is hard work. I had piles for donation, piles for storage and piles to send to Egypt. Most of the things going to Egypt were weapons. Now, I understood the need for a private plane! How in the world did one ship countless weapons commercially without bringing in law enforcement and their myriad of questions. I made one last trip to the gym where I had spent my youth. I wanted to give my old leotards away to someone who could use them. Walking in the front door brought waves of memories. Countless hours of my younger years had been in this building. Soaring high days when everything just clicked, lonely low days where nothing I could do was right. Pulled muscles and overworked joints could not compare with the feeling of perfection when you hit a spectacular routine and stuck the landing. I saw Coach, a little olde

Chapter Nineteen

When we finally arrive in Egypt, Maggie is there to meet the plane. I didn’t know I could love another like I love Maggie. It is so good to see her, we hug forever before noticing we are the last ones on the tarmac. After the long flight we all piled into different cars and vans sent by Grandfather. Maggie and I rode together in the first car. Dalya was probably jealous about that too, I couldn’t keep up with her emotions. When we finally pulled up to the ferry I noticed the long line of cars waiting to be searched before entering. To the left I could see the walk-on customers in a single file line that snaked around the Ferry Master’s office. It looked as if everyone had some sort of ID they had to show before they were searched. I wondered what they could be searching for.

Chapter Twenty

“No more, I just can’t.” I whimpered. I had been trying on dress after dress, approving fabrics and style. How many outfits does a princess need after all? I had seen silks, satins, linens, and lace, what I had not come across was good old denim. My days clad in jeans and a t-shirt appeared to be at an end. The room was cleared and a delicious smell wafted in….Grandmother in her infinite wisdom had called in a caterer. Scrumptious grilled tuna over a bed of asparagus, a milky cream sauce and a mixture of tropical fruit. I gorged myself on the tuna to the p

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