Storms of Evil

 

Storms of Evil

A lone figure stood by the shore, silently drinking in the mournful music of the waves. Ah, come, come to us child. You are one of us. Come…. Come to us. It called out with almost irresistible keening and commanding force, cutting deep into her consciousness. Shaking with the effort, she cried out, NO! Despair gripped her with claws of strength-sucking aguish. The effort of tearing herself away from the malevolent forces that had been feeding upon her will, left Mallorey gasping for breath. Forcing herself to draw out of the battle, she bolted into the palace. “What be the matter, Mallorey? Why are ye weeping?” “Do not worry, my sister. I am unharmed. There is nothing ungood here. But I have much foreboding…. ” Noticing the expression of dismay on her younger sister’s face, Mallorey reached out and hugged her reassuringly. “It is good here. And our father is a strong and wise king. We are safe from the Evil. Do not let thy heart be afeard.”
“Ho! Little sisters, our Mother wishes for us to cleanse our hands!” Neither girl facing him, Mallory asked “What be for our sup tonight?” “I do not know. Wilt thou race mineself to the Palace?”
Giggling, she turned about face and darted toward the colossal cloud-marble steps amid hollers of “That is not just! Get thou in footpace with mineself! 

A few minutes later, after much beating with pillows on certain little sisters. 

“Good heavens! What hast thou done to Mallorey? She be covered in goose feathers!” Exclaimed their mother in a tone of extreme disapproval. King Evinar and Queen Elimae were known throughout all the kingdoms for their kindliness. But as they regarded their bedraggled children, they did not appear especially kind or compassionate. “Eilos! Mallorey! Both of ye knew thou wert to scrub thy grubbiness off of thyselves before taking to sup! Am I to excuse thy disregard for my orders?  Their father boomed sternly out, “If thou wert a warrior under my command, thou wouldst been whipped before dawn!” Eilos nudged Mallorey and whispered, “I am glad I am only a prince!” Mallorey stifled a laugh instantly.
Mother gave them a withering glance. " And where might be your youngest sister?" 
"I am here, Mother!"  Elie laughed out her response at her reproving mother.

A frantic messenger scrambled into the grand and airy dining room. 

Fight or Flee

A radiant sunbeam fell upon the back of Esther McKenzie’s head as she silently stepped beside her companion. “Well, Esther, this is it. The first day of middle school.” Elizabeth O’Rielly commented soberly. Esther raised her eyebrows. “Beth. Be quiet. You’re making me nervous.”

“What’s not to be nervous about?”

“Look at that, Beth!”  The sandy stone building loomed far above the bantering pair. As they gradually lowered their glances to the massive door, a band of girls sauntered toward them. The lead teenager looked them over and smirked. “Hiya, girls. Where did you get that haircut? You should totally sue them for using a buzz-saw without a license.” A black-haired girl, following Frances’s lead, replied,  “ No, it must of been a battle axe at least.”

 “Of course. My bad.” The posse had surrounded them by that time.

Beth glanced wryly at Esther. “What’s not to be nervous about, Esther?”                       

A teacher strolled up to Beth. “So sorry to interrupt, but your parents have asked me to have you signed in for the play that the school is doing. ” Beth clapped her hand on her head. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I completely forgot! I was so busy-“ Frances shot her a threatening look. “-talking to my buddies that I forgot all about it. Where’s the sign-up sheet?” Student and teacher walked away into the imposing structure, talking fervently as they went.

Esther chuckled. “You know, being welcoming to newcomers is generally smiled upon…You think you could manage it? For my sake at least?”

The Children of Flames

Prologue

A child, covered by the dreamless night, stepped noiselessly into the stygian darkness. She instantly snapped her head around in alarm at the mournful sound of a dog howling. Could it be? Could the soldiers have heard me creeping through that filthy pipe? Having decided there was no immediate danger, she weaved through the trees as if she was a wild thing of the forest. A light faintly flickered on ahead. Shiloh knew that all her hopes were pinned on that light. She also knew that if that single flame went out, all would be lost. A cabin, barely illuminated by the campfire at its side, sat on a small grassy mound. A man came running out of the wee cottage. “Shiloh! I’m so thankful you’re safe! I was beginning to think you got caught!” “Daddy, I’m okay. No need to suffocate me.” Joshua Ingallson was a strong man and quite prone to giving breath-knocking bear hugs. “Sorry. Did you get the you know what?” “Yes, Daddy. The Bibliophiles are safe…. for now.”  

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I'm rather new to this whole blogging thing so I am just going to be brief.

I am going to post in a cycle. If you are asking, "What the heck is posting in a cycle?"  Here's your answer: I'm posting in a rhythm. For example: First I'll post (in proper time order) The Chronicles of Dark and Light Law. After a couple of days, I'd post my next story Fight or Flee. So on and on. So If you want a update on that cliff hanger story, you'd have to wait until the next time it comes up in the pattern. Good Luck on finding out what the pattern is!