The secret city (Primogentius series Book 1)

  It took way too long for me to come back to reality and calm myself down. The knock on my bedroom door had me clearing my throat.“You okay Lexi?” The voice was concerned and for a moment I hated myself for putting her through this, at least it wasn’t every night anymore.“I’m okay Jess. I’m sorry, try and get back to sleep.” I suggested trying to hide the tears in my voice to no avail, she knew me too well. The door creaked open, and the tiny blonde stepped into the room, appraising me before crawling onto the bed beside me and resting her head on my shoulder.“The car?” She asked and I nodded not sure how to voice that yet again I had watched my parents die in a ball of fire.“They don’t seem to be lasting as long as they used to, and they are getting father apart.” She stated, her voice calm and reassuring, and I sighed, she was right, and I had to try a

  The wind whipped at my hair, and I brushed the long black strands away from my face as I stared at the old inn across the road. I shivered as the morning sea air brushed against my skin, wishing I had had the foresight to wear a coat I wrapped my arms around my waist as I contemplated the old building before me.It looked perfectly normal if a little run down, with a faded brown sign swinging in the breeze and chipped paint on the wooden window frames, a few green weeds had pushed through the pavement around the edge of the building and the bricks looked like they could use a hose down but considering the contents of my parents letter the normality of the building only served to make me more nervous.It hadn't taken me long to find the inn my parents directed me to, however working up the courage to go inside was another matter entirely. It wasn't so much that I was afraid or even worried of what I would find, I was more concerned that I wou

  I rested my cup on my leg and waited impatiently for Peter to continue with his story.“Several decades later,” he began after setting his own cup aside. “And the human population was starting to grow, we don't have definitive numbers, but we estimate around three hundred humans were living in the area we now know as Wales. As more children were born, the human parents of the children refrained from telling the new-borns about our world, through what we can only guess is spite and anger at having been banished, and as such the new generations had no idea that more than their race existed, eventually the knowledge died with the parents.”“At the same time this was occurring a w

  Five 'o' clock rolled round faster than I expected with my mind full of what if's and I soon found myself standing outside the sitting room door eager for more answers.“Come in Alexi.” Peter called out before I could knock. Either the guy had really good hearing for an old man or he was psychic.“Hi.” I greeted not sure what to say now that I was in front of the man again. I took a seat on the sofa once again, noticing the tray of sandwiches on the end table and my stomach grumbled, I hadn’t eaten much lunch and had been walking for hours.“Help yourself to food.” Peter suggested, motioning in the direction of

  Cole offered me a wide smile as I held onto his hand to climb down, he didn’t seem to be the slightest bit fazed by me which I was finding increasingly annoying, but I pushed it back and offered him a small smile in return before letting go of him as soon as polite to do so and turning to face my family’s homeOver the years I had pictured what my life would have been like if my parents hadn't died, I think all orphans do at one point or another, somewhere in the back of my mind I had created our family home but it was nothing like the house that stood before me. Never had I imagined such an elaborate structure. The sand-coloured stones that made up the house were each carved with a different design although they somehow all connected together, it