Romans & histoires Crossroads

Susan walked back to the table, and took the last four triangular pyramids and did the same with the four missing corners, sticking a triangular pyramid in each. Susan walked back to the briefcase and took two big crystalline cubes from inside it. These cubes had about fifteen centimeters of edge, were made of clear quartz and had a pea sized blue drop near each of its vertices. Susan picks one of the cubes in her left hand and lifts it into the air. Applying a little magic, she makes the cube float in the air and removes her left hand from under it. Susan then touches each vertex of the cube once with her index finger of her right hand, while making the cube rotate slowly using her left han

I posted an invitation. #TheRealCrossroads Tour, I called it. A single live stream, next Saturday. A walkthrough of the entire foundation. The gym, the study hall, the modest physio room. The kids (with permissions), the coaches, the books. And me, with a whiteboard, breaking down exactly where a donation of $10, $50, $100 would go. Pencils. Protein bars. An hour of tutoring. “We’ll crowdfund it,” I told Aiden that night, my fingers flying over the keyboard drafting the campaign page. “Small donations from real people. They become our shield. If your mother tries to call it a scam, she’s calling them fools.”

Bridget bounced around them, excited as always, pointing at anything shiny. “You see that tower?” Bridget said, gesturing dramatically. “That’s the City Hub. If you get lost, just look for it.” Clara smiled shyly. “Thank you.” Mike nodded. “We’ve got your back. All the time.” She didn’t know why those words warmed her chest. They were heading toward the city market during break hours. Mike wanted to buy parts for a gadget he was building. Clara simply followed, absorbing the new world around her. James cracked his fingers. “Hope we don’t run into trouble today.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Blackwell. My name is Daniel Braxton, the Beta of the pack.” “Pleasure is all mine, but there's no need for formalities, just call me Cordelia.” I told him with a polite smile. He had this vibe about him, very friendly and familiar in a way. He nodded, “I'll go get the coffin then.” Cadell strode away and I followed him, my heels sinking slightly into the grass and I really wanted to take them off. “Didn't think you have a friendly bone in your body.” He said with a voice full of anger.

“I received an invitation today. From the Cross family.” Alexander glanced up. “For what?” “Their anniversary celebration. This Saturday.” Vivian’s eyes flicked to Elena. “Quite the event apparently. Very exclusive.” Elena cut into her chicken and said nothing. “The Crosses don’t usually extend invitations to us,” Vivian continued, her tone light and conversational. “We’re not part of their pack. Different territories. But I suppose business ties warrant the courtesy.” “Richard mentioned something about a merger,” Alexander said. “Cross Industries and Hale working on some development project.”