Novel & Cerita Midsummer 2025

What do normal people do when they come to Crete for a summer vacation? They probably post photos on I*******m with captions like "Sun, sea, sand #blessed," sip ouzo in the evenings, smash plates, and just soak up that effortless island vibe. And what am I doing? I’m covering my ears with my hands, counting prime numbers backward in my head, and trying not to lose my absolute mind. I am in a literal marathon to stay sane.

he answered. “M… may? 2025?” I shook my head in disbelief and then looked around to confirm my doubt. If my memory is correct, this was just a week before my wedding with Kevin and I was supposed to go to the fitting shop right after I met with the lawyer. “N… no way…” I kept looking around and I knew I was coming off as crazy to the man who looked at me. And then my eyes dropped on the calendar that hung on the wall. It was indeed the year 2025!

She’d just stated as much in a roundabout sort of way. “I agree,” I said. “Vexx can’t get away with killing innocents. 5th Circle needs to be destroyed if hybrids are going to have a chance at living like normal people.” Claire bobbed her head. “Exactly. And I happen to know that all the heads of the 5th Circle families will be gathered at mid-summer, June twenty-first, on that high rise’s rooftop for a solstice celebration. That’s the time to strike.” Xavier asked, “How, exactly, do you know so much about this organization? Are all members so well informed?”

I couldn’t understand him. He cleaned himself in the spring, scrubbing his skin, and I watched him silently, even as he walked out. As he made his way to the horse, water cascaded down his skin, dripping onto the floor until it puddled beside his feet. He dressed, then dug through his pack as he spoke to me. “I will get a fire started. We will spend the night here and hopefully arrive at the Southern Kingdom the day after tomorrow.” I nodded, wrapping my arms tight around myself. The spring water still clung to my skin, despite the shirt and the cloak around me. Cerus moved at a slow pace, his breath leaving his lips as a white cloud.