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Chapter 1: Ellena of Ellenwood
Trees rustle in the warm autumn wind and the first leaves began to fall. A group of small children make their way to the town house in the village. Their laughter can be heard in the distance. Two large doors are wide open for their arrival. The children eagerly push their way through the entrance. A young woman stand in the middle of the room as the youth settle in she speaks.
“Hello and welcome to your first training lesson. I will be your trainer and mentor,” the woman said smiling.
She noted that the group of children was smaller this year. In fact, the numbers were slowly dwindling.
“Your first lesson will be Tolerance. Many of you will leave here today with it. Others will continue their training until they do. It is important that everyone learns this, and is a requirement of The Council,” the mentor said ending with a serious tone.
The woman noticed one of the students’ blue eyes danced at the mentioning of the The Council. She was certain the youn
We live in a world untouched by others. Magic veils protect our fragile, unseen, world from those who wish to seek it. We call ourselves the gatewayway world. We are the anchor; release it, and the sea is yours.
If our world were to be discovered, many others would suffer. Our people work hard to ensure our safety and that of neighboring worlds. Strict rules have been applied and we follow them religiously. The Council oversees all matters. Political involvement is extremely important to us. We take great pride in it. It is this pride which may have blinded us. We thought our world to be unbreachable. We we wrong...
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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