CHAPTER NINETEEN
Farra ran like the wind towards the tree line. She knew in her heart at this moment she was running for her life and she might not survive the next few hours. As she ran, she cried for her Dad, for Leon and the Lileans, for her Drycenian friends and for Vincent. The Lilean forest swallowed her up and she found herself in the thickest forest she had ever seen. Her night sight kicked in and the place leapt into life before her. It was more beautiful than she could ever imagine and as she ran and wondered whether she was going to die, she decided that she didn’t mind dying in this beautiful place and that even if her remains were never found, her spirit would be at peace in this paradise. As she ran she prayed. She prayed that her Drycenian friends would continue to live peacefully and spread their goodness far and wide and to as many new worlds as possible. She prayed that the Lilean ancient spirits would now be at peace in the land of the dead knowing that the prophecy was fulfilled and that justice was done and the evil was now gone. She prayed that Leon would be proud of her, that her dad would be proud of her and she prayed that Vincent would find peace and happiness as a free man at last. Then she gave thanks for being allowed to be a part of it all.
She wondered what creatures might be lurking in the shadows and from time to time she heard cries and calls, squawks and rustles as she ran through the trees and vegetation. She suddenly found herself at a fork in the path and stopped, unsure of which way to go. “Which way, which way Leon, please,” she begged and as she looked both ways she heard a cry from her left. She turned to find a large bird standing twenty yards down the left path. It looked right at her, let out another cry and took off. She set off after it, deciding that was as good an answer as any. Since Leon awakened her she became vastly more open to these subtle communications and she learned to take notice of them and go with them. The path wound its way around and gently upwards before ending up on the outskirts of a village. She stopped and looked around her while catching her breath and noticed that she was not alone. Leon was standing on the opposite side of the dirt road that skirted the tree line. She ran to him.
“Leon, thank god, I thought you’d gone. I called but you didn’t answer,” she said.
“You saw the bird didn’t you?”
She looked at him in surprise and nodded. “Yes, but I,” she started but Leon interrupted her.
“I told you I would always be with you. You weren’t in the right state of mind to be able to communicate when you were running through the forest. Your mind was too fixed on your immediate survival needs to make the necessary adjustment. You know already that you need to let your mind go inwards a little and let the physical world retreat a bit in order to hear me clearly.”
“Yes I know,” she replied.
“It wasn’t appropriate or possible for you to do that whilst running for your life and feeling emotional turmoil. I was answering but you couldn’t hear me. So I asked the bird to do it for me. A solid physical answer was what you needed and you followed without questioning it. Well done child, I’m proud of you.” He kissed the top of her head.
“I’m sorry,” she replied, contrite.
Leon shook his head. “No child, no. Now come, I want you to do something very important. This ancient village was my home. As you can see it is still in ruins. These outlying areas haven’t been looked at for the rebuilding programme yet, so it is now as it was then. Walk with me?” They walked along the dirt road and entered amongst the ruined buildings. It looked like a ghost town to Farra and she was more than a little scared. Broken walls loomed up on either side. Empty windows and doors yawned at her menacingly as the wind whipped and howled through them. They passed by the ruins of a church, the Lilean star carved on its remaining walls still visible.
“Cecily and I attended that church and Vincent was to be renewed there,” he smiled, lost in his memories.
“Renewed?” she asked.
“Oh it’s when newborns are welcomed into the physical life at the beginning of their physical journey and they are given their name,” he smiled sadly at the memory of what was to be but never came to pass.
“Oh I see, like christening,” she said and he nodded.
“Yes, sort of like that.” They walked on and found themselves in a village square. Ruined buildings lined all sides. Some were recognisably shops and businesses, others not recognisable as anything and a couple were much larger than the others and looked like public buildings. Leon confirmed this.
“That was the school where Vincent was to attend. That there was the library where I spent many happy hours learning about all sorts of things. They even had some actual old books there from the time before digital streaming and data chips and holographic viewers. Amazing. That building there was where I worked as Sector Governor. That’s the town council chamber where a lot of us stuffy old men spent our days.” He smiled and she laughed at the notion of him being a stuffy old man. They crossed the square and went up a narrow street between two ruined buildings that loomed as they passed by. Farra shivered and held tight to Leon’s hand. On their right was what looked like an area of waste ground surrounded by railings.
“This was the public garden where we would have community gatherings and celebrations, music events and where weddings took place. Cecily and I married in there amongst the most beautiful plants and flowers you ever saw. Oh what an occasion that was.” He stopped at the entrance to the garden and noticed the large ornate gate was gone. With a sigh, he shook away the memories and spun them both round on their heels to face the ruins of a small building. “Farra, this was my home,” he said without preamble and she looked at him in shock. Before she could say anything he continued. “This is where Cecily and I lived and where Vincent was conceived one beautiful summer evening. It is where Cecily and I died and where Vincent was killed by the Transmortals and brought back from the land of the dead by the ancient ones, where he lay dying for three days until some neighbours found him and took him in. This is the place Farra of those images I’ve shown you and of which you’ve dreamed so often.” He looked down at her and smiled. “Come,” he urged and walked towards the ruins.
As they entered the grounds between the stone pillars, Leon pulled her over to one side. Reaching his hand into the tangle of branches that now grew all over, he pushed them aside and bade her look. A simple sign fixed to the stone announced, Domenico. The roof as well as the entire upper storey was gone and only a few pieces of the lower walls still stood. He guided her up the stone steps towards what used to be the front door and urged her inside.
“This will be upsetting Farra but it is more important than you know that this final task be done. Not just for me, but for Vincent and his future happiness.” He turned her slightly to the left and she saw it. The bones of what was clearly a hand were poking out slightly from under a piece of wood that entirely covered the rest of the bones.
“Oh no, Leon,” Farra cried as she realised what she was looking at.
He urged her on. “Go on, please.” She approached the corner and gently lifted the piece of wood aside. The skeleton lay on its back, one arm across its belly and both legs splayed open. The remains of a garment lay beneath the bones and she saw a string of beads around its neck. As she looked upon the bones of Vincent’s mother, she was stricken with grief.
Leon called to her gently. “There child, to your right, under the rubble.” She turned to see a pile of rubble and debris. She squatted and began to remove the lumps of stone and rubble gently. After a few minutes a skull appeared and then more bones. As she uncovered the second skeleton she noticed a large hole in the centre of the chest, large enough to pass a fist through. “It was impossible for my body to survive that weapon. I didn’t want to go but I had no choice,” Leon explained.
She placed a hand gently upon the bones of the hand and wept for Leon and his wife. “Oh Leon,” was all she could say.
“Farra, look, on the hand,” he urged and s
he looked. She brushed away a pile of dust and saw a large gold ring upon the bones of the middle finger. There was a design of some kind on it but she couldn’t see what it was. “That is the Domenico seal," Leon explained. "Every Lilean male passes his ring down to his first born son. It is an important symbol of the continuity of Lilean life and connections with family and all those in the land of the dead who wore the same ring before us. Every Lilean who has his family seal upon his finger is making a tangible connection with all of his kin who went before. It is about connections Farra, connections, roots and belonging. With the ring, he not only knows those connections and roots exist, he feels them. Vincent has never had that in his life. Wesley wears the Sylvana seal and Vincent is all too aware that he has never felt he belonged anywhere, to anyone. Bring him here Farra. Bring him here and let him find me and his mother so that he can grieve for us in the proper manner and make those connections anew. Bring him here so that he can find this ring, my ring, his ring, our ring. Please,” Leon begged. Farra promised through her tears.
“Whatever it takes, I promise I will get Vincent here, I promise,” she sniffed and he sighed, relieved. Then he looked up, worried.
“Cover us back up, leave no sign. Quickly child.” She raced around recovering the skeletons so that they were completely invisible. By the time she was finished, Leon was pacing. “Quickly my dear, Wesley has almost caught us up. Run child. Out through the back and up the lane, hurry child. Keep going uphill.” She didn’t need telling twice. She was off like the wind; her determination renewed now that she had another goal to reach that involved Vincent’s happiness.
She ran through the back of the little ruined home and out through what remained of the garden. Leaping the low wall that still marked the boundary, she set off up the lane. The little road twisted around and up and then came to another fork. Which way? She remembered Leon’s instructions to keep going uphill so she set off to the right. As the incline levelled out a little, she rounded a bend and saw them. She gasped at the sight of the beautiful white trees that lined the lane and swayed gently in the breeze and she could hear the whispering they made as they swayed. This was from her dream, it must be the same place. The little homes either side of the lane and those trees were exactly as she dreamed them. The sight took her breath away and without knowing what she was doing, she approached one of the trees to hear its whispering. As she did so, she remembered how in her dream, the branches became arms that grabbed at her cruelly and she stopped in her tracks, afraid. Before she could back off and run, she was grabbed from behind and held in an iron embrace. She screamed and fought but couldn’t free herself from those arms.
The now familiar voice whispered in her ear. “Gotcha bitch. Thought you could escape me did ya? Didn’t think I was gonna forget about you did ya? After our romantic moment, how could I leave you?” Wesley snarled as she screamed and fought and kicked, to no avail. He held on tightly as he fixed restraints on her wrists then steered her forwards. “Move,” he ordered as he shoved her roughly. “You’re gonna get what you deserve for what you did to me and I’m gonna enjoying givin it to ya. And then I’m gonna kill ya,” he guffawed loudly at his own joke as he steered her up the hill.
With Byron leading the way with his tracker beacon beeping, Vincent and the Drycenians sped through the forest on their battle boards. Vincent was true to his word and never fell off once. The forest seemed to go on forever but Byron’s tracker kept beeping and they knew they were headed in the right direction. Vincent couldn’t get the thought of Wesley trying to rape Farra out of his mind. He knew the damage that would be done if a Lilean male were to force themselves onto an Earth female without her being accepting and ready. He remembered a Lilean colleague in the military who married an Earth woman and he told Vincent how careful he had to be to make sure she was ready for him, otherwise it would hurt her terribly. The guy told him of a Lilean soldier he heard about who raped an earth woman while on a mission to sort out an uprising on some moon somewhere. He thought she was from the enemy side and forced himself on her as a kind of war trophy and she bled to death very quickly. He went to prison for a long time for that but only survived three months before getting himself killed by other inmates who regarded rapists as little better than child murderers. Vincent knew that if they found Wesley had forced himself on Farra, he would kill him. He didn't tell his Drycenian friends this of course, he knew they would not let him accompany them if he did. If Wesley raped Farra, she was dead and so he decided he’d happily do time for her.
As they made their way through the forest, Vincent looked at his surroundings and realised that it actually felt like home. He never got the chance to come back to Lilea but it still felt right to be here. If everything turned out right this morning, he decided to remain here and make a life for himself, and even perhaps? Suddenly Byron stopped and Vincent brought his mind back to the task in hand. They came out of the forest and found themselves in a ruined town.
Lomas called to Byron. “How much further?”
“Just over a mile Sir,” Byron replied. Lomas made the decision to dismount from their battle boards and walk the rest of the way.
A sharp throb from Vincent’s chest made him stop walking. “Stop,” he called to the Drycenians, who all did exactly that and turned to look at him. “Syra is here, please wait a moment,” he asked. Lomas nodded and everyone stood silently, allowing Vincent to let his mind drift inwards a little to meet Syra’s voice.
“Vincent, brave warrior. You are here to save a life, not take one. Do not despair, trust. Now go quickly, uphill to the place of the skull where the angels soar.” He told his friends that Syra said they were to go uphill. He left out her admonishment of his angry thoughts though. They moved on, making sure they went uphill at all times and soon found themselves walking along a lane behind the ruins of some small homes. As they walked on, a scream suddenly rang out into the dawn. It sounded a way away but it was clearly a woman. The group stopped and looked at each other, then all started to run towards that sound. They continued up the lane as it wound its way upwards until they came to a fork. The left went away downhill while the right continued climbing, so they went to the right. As they reached the top they found the incline starting to level out a little and the going became a little easier. The lane turned to the left and they found themselves in what remained of a residential street. Ruined homes still stood on either side and beautiful Lilean Whispering Trees lined both sides of the lane. All of the group including Vincent stopped and gasped in awe at the sight.
Lomas voiced what they were all thinking. “Oh my, of what more beautiful a sight I cannot even dream.” Everyone nodded in agreement and then another scream rang out, nearer this time. Byron used his tracker device and found the scream came from the same direction that they were to be going. They ran towards the sound. As they turned at the bottom of the lane of trees they found themselves in a gorge whose walls loomed up on either side.
As they walked, Byron suddenly called out. “Look, up there,” he pointed and everyone looked. At first no one could understand what he was pointing at but then as their eyes adjusted they saw the rock face at one side of the gorge looked just like a skull. “That must be the place of the skull don’t you think?” he asked. Everyone nodded and they started towards it. They came to a path cut into the side of the rock that led straight up to the skull. They started to climb, Vincent in strong leaps, the Drycenians a little slower. At the top of the path a few scrubby trees and brush obscured their view. Once they pushed through these, they found themselves looking towards a rock ledge over looking the skull. At the very edge of the two hundred foot drop, Wesley held the still screaming Farra.
Wesley dragged and shoved Farra all the way up to the top of a large rocky outcrop that over looked the village and forest below and a beautiful sight it would have been in happier circumstances. She was terrified and screamed at the to
p of her lungs and begged him to pull her back from the edge. She heard a cry from above and looking up, saw the huge birds soaring in the sky. It was the same scene from her nightmare; this was the place where she sat and looked at the birds. Now she understood why the dream turned into a nightmare as the birds tried to make her fall.
Wesley enjoyed her fear and laughed at her. “Scream all you like, there’s no one around to hear ya. Ya know what, all that yelling and screaming is making me very excited. God how it turns me on.” He manoeuvred himself behind her, deciding to keep well away from those fingers this time even if her hands were restrained. He didn’t want to fall to his death. She cried and her knees buckled under her, sending them both to the ground two feet from the edge. Wesley reached around and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them painfully. She cried out in pain. “Yeah I know ya want it too,” he rasped into her ear as he pawed at her.
She was both frightened and disgusted and tried to wriggle out of his embrace but he was way stronger than she, even with her enhanced strength she couldn’t free herself. He slid one hand down her body towards her crotch, before pushing her face down in the dirt. He put one knee into the small of her back, preventing her from moving or getting away and she heard the sound of metal as he unsheathed a knife from his belt. Her back hurt like hell with all of his weight on one knee pinning her to the ground and she was finding it hard to breathe. Suddenly she felt him fumbling with her belt before cold metal touched her skin. She realised he slipped his knife inside her belt and with one strong movement, he sliced through it.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he sneered. “Tell me you want me, I know ya do,” he said as he put one hand onto her backside and squeezed.
From the cover of the brush, Vincent and the Drycenians watched in horror as Wesley battled with Farra at the edge of the cliff.
“No, no,” Vincent called out in a whisper. “Oh god we have to save her quickly.”
“Let me by, “Byron whispered at his side and crept past silently.
“What are you doing?” Vincent hissed at him.
“Look down here, the cliff curves and it’s further out here by us than it is where they are. If I can get right to the edge here, I can get a shot and he’ll fall that way rather than off the edge,” he explained.
Vincent nodded and looked up, suddenly having an idea. “You get into position, then I’ll go around behind and distract him. With his back to you, you can get an easier shot.” Byron thought about it and nodded. He crept away towards the edge of the cliff, careful to be as silent as he could. When Vincent saw him look up and nod, he began to creep in the other direction, making his way around to the rear of Wesley’s position. As he passed by a couple of Troopers, one of them put a hand on his arm.
“Sir, you might need this,” he said offering Vincent what looked like a short stout stick with a nozzle at one end and a button at the other. “It’s an omni whip. It’s very simple to operate. Aim, press the button and hold. A cord will fire out the other end and wrap itself around the first thing it comes into contact with. It will hold itself in that position all the time you have your hand on the trigger. Once you press the trigger, a guard will flip out from around the button and clamp your finger there, keeping it pressing on the trigger. In order to let go and let the whip unwind, use the other hand to twist this section here, got it? If she goes over, you can save her from up to fifty feet away, but no further.”
Vincent took the device and put a hand on the Trooper’s shoulder. He didn’t even know his name but he was giving all he could to help. “Thank you,” he said and continued around and into position. One in position he stood up and sauntered in Wesley’s direction. “Hey there bro,” he called and enjoyed the look of shock he saw as Wesley looked up and saw him standing there. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” He looked Wesley right in the eyes and waited for him to react.
“So, little brother not only refused to lie down and die but he has to return a fuckin hero. You and this bitch here ruined everything for me. My whole fuckin life has been a worthless heap of shit because of you,” he screamed at him, Farra temporarily forgotten.
“Wesley, your life was what you made it, not me. If it turned out to be a worthless heap of shit, that’s because you made it that way. What did I ever do to you Wesley? How did I ever hurt you?” He hoped that by baiting Wesley, he’d come for him and leave Farra safe so that the Drycenians could get to her.
“How? You really have to ask? Just by being there you stupid fuck. By always being so damn special. The special little governor’s boy saved from the Transmortals,” Wesley spat.
“You think I had it easy being part of your family?” Vincent retorted angrily. “You took every opportunity to make me feel like an outsider. Weren’t you just glad when I left and never came back? Wasn’t that enough?”
“No, it wasn’t enough, it will never be enough,” Wesley snapped back. He suddenly turned around and grabbed Farra by the arms and shoved her towards the edge of the cliff.
She screamed for Vincent “Vincent. Vincent please help me.”
As he raised the omni whip and took aim, Wesley suddenly fell forward onto his face.
“No,” Vincent screamed as he fired the omni whip in Farra’s direction. As she found herself falling she thought of Vincent and was glad that she finally got to meet him before she died.
“Oh Vincent,” she sobbed as she fell.
Vincent fired the omni whip and held on. For an agonising couple of seconds nothing happened and then all at once he felt a weight and leaned back. He pulled and held on as the Drycenians raced to grab her and pull her to safety. When she was safe, he released the omni whip and ran to her.
“Farra,” he took her face in his hands. She burst into fresh tears of relief and fell into his arms. He held on and cried with her as their Drycenians friends secured Wesley in restraints. Lomas, Toma and the others let them have a few moments together. After everything they’d both been through in the past weeks, this moment of bonding was the most important of both their lives. Doctor Jam looked at Byron and then at Lomas, both of whom had tears in their eyes. He smiled and shook his head at them for being so easily moved, before dabbing at his own eyes with his handkerchief.
Donaldson brought the packed courtroom to order and waited for the spokesperson of the jury to deliver the verdict.
“I am the jury spokesperson. In the case of Wesley Sylvana, we unanimously find him guilty on all counts of Fraud, attempted murder, multiple murder, kidnap and attempted rape and we recommend permanent incarceration in Precklerdale Ultra Secure Psychiatric Facility Sir.” He sat down and Donaldson addressed Wesley.
“You have been found guilty by a competent and trustworthy jury. I agree with their recommendations and declare that you shall be immediately removed to Precklerdale Facility, where you shall remain for the rest of your life. Upon your death, your remains may be repatriated to Lilean soil if those of your kin should request it. This court is now concluded.”
“Vincent, I have something I need to show you, the last two pieces of the puzzle. Please take me to that village near Skull Mountain,” Farra asked.
Vincent looked puzzled. “What do you want to go there for?” he asked.
“Trust me please, just one more time. All will become clear when we get there,” she cajoled him and he finally agreed. When they arrived in the village, she took his hand and showed him around as Leon did with her. “This village was your parent’s home Vincent, they lived here,” she smiled as he looked at her questioningly. “That church there was where they attended and where they planned to do your renewal ceremony. You want to go in and look around?” she offered and he nodded. She showed him the town council building where Leon worked and the library where he studied. Then she took him along the lane between the two high looming walls, to the public garden. “This was where your parents were married on a summer’s day amongst the most beau
tiful plants and flowers, surrounded by their friends and loved ones.” She showed him around the garden and noticed many of the plants were regenerating themselves and were growing strongly. It reminded her of Terramora and the forest.
“How do you know all this?” he asked her and as she felt a throb from her chest she looked over Vincent’s shoulder. Leon nodded to her.
“Because your father told me, and he showed me as I’m showing you now.” She watched as the shock on his face turned to understanding.
“He walks with you? It’s you that Syra meant when she said he walks with someone special?” he asked and she nodded.
“Come with me.” She took his hand and led him towards the ruins of a small dwelling opposite the public garden. At the entrance she stopped and gestured to him to look. “Here, look,” she said as she pulled away the overgrown vegetation to reveal the little sign.
"Domenico," Vincent read aloud. He looked at her in shock. “They lived here?”
She nodded gently. “Yes Vincent, they lived here. Come inside, please.” She led him gently up the stairs and through what remained of the doorway. She led him to the corner and took a deep breath. “Vincent, you remember those images you told me about the day of your birth?” He nodded and she indicated the piece of wood. He stooped and lifted it up. As he looked upon the bones of his mother he cried out and she held him. All of the years of isolation, of his rootless existence and of his loneliness came flooding back and he cried out, determined to expunge the pain from his soul finally. For a long time he sat there sobbing over his mother’s bones. He placed a hand on the ground between her splayed legs.
“Thank you for giving me life Mother,” he sobbed as he straightened out her legs and took off his jacket and laid it over her. He took the necklace from around her neck and slipped it into his pocket.
Farra was silently holding onto him as he grieved but now she whispered gently to him. “Here Vincent.” She indicated the pile of rubble to her left as she moved out of the way, allowing him to move over and begin to remove the stones. He removed them gently, one by one until the skeleton was completely uncovered. She indicated the ring. “He wanted me to make sure you found the ring Vincent, the Domenico seal. It’s yours by birthright and he wants you to have it.” Vincent took the ring from his father’s bones and put it on his own hand where it fitted perfectly.
They stayed in the ruins of the little Domenico home for many hours. Day turned to evening and all the while, Farra sat and held Vincent as he grieved and cried out his pain. Finally, as the sun set and exhaustion took over, they both fell asleep between the bones of his parents. Farra awoke suddenly and it took a few seconds to realise where she was. The white fog of the hinterland between sleeping and waking surrounded her and Leon was there waiting for her.
“Thank you so much Farra, I cannot express in words how much you have done for us, for my family. You were the right choice and it is an honour to walk beside you.” He squeezed both of her hands in his and then drew her close and hugged her like a father.
“Does this mean I’ll never see you again?” she asked.
Leon looked shocked. “Goodness me child no, whatever next. There is much to do before your time to join us in the land of the dead arrives. I told you I will walk beside you always and I will.”
Suddenly another voice could be heard. A woman’s voice that Farra didn’t recognise. “Husband, must you keep her all to yourself? Stand aside now and let me meet her.” Leon stepped aside and Farra saw a beautiful woman come and join them. She took Farra’s hand and smiled. “I am Cecily Domenico. Leon’s wife and Vincent’s mother. I cannot thank you adequately for all you have done for us and for Vincent, save to tell you that we regard you as a much loved and welcome part of our family.” Farra was deeply touched and couldn’t reply.
As they embraced a third voice approached. Another woman who Farra didn’t recognise. “May we interrupt this happy family gathering to make it complete at last?” They all looked and saw a beautiful young Lilean woman who looked like a warrior princess approach them with Vincent. “I am Syra and I walk with Vincent. Come Farra, walk with me a while,” she held out a hand to Farra, who took it and together they walked and talked about Lilea and the whispering trees, giving Vincent time to meet his parents and complete his healing journey.
Farra awoke to find the sun just beginning to rise. Vincent lay, his head cradled in her lap. She laid a hand on his shoulder gently and he stirred. As they rose and stretched themselves he suddenly grabbed her hand.
“Come with me,” he said and led her out of the house and across to the public garden. They sat and he pointed to the sunrise. “Those five years I spent on Vinbuk, I used to watch the sunrise every morning and the sunset every night and wonder if I’d ever be doing it on Lilea. Watch this one with me?” He put his arm around her shoulders and together they watched the sun come up. As the sun rose high into the sky he reached out and turned her face to his. “Will you help me bury my parents?” he asked her.
“Of course I will, if you want me to,” she said.
He traced his finger down her cheek. “And will you help me rebuild the Domenico home and this whole Village?” he asked as he ran a finger gently under her chin.
“I’d love to help you Vincent,” she smiled up at him.
“And will you live here with me?” he asked as he ran a finger across her lips.
“Yes Vincent, I will.”
He bent and kissed her, softly at first, then as she responded to him, more urgently. “I will never hurt you, ever,” he promised as she put her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. As the sun rose high into the Lilean sky, Vincent loved her. Softly, gently, slowly at first, then passionately and as they lay together naked under the Lilean sunrise, they both knew they were home at last.
THE END
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OTHER TITLES BY MERITA KING
THE LILEAN CHRONICLES: BOOK TWO ~ THE SLEEPING
Just as Vincent and Farra begin to relax after their battle with the Transmortal Army, a new terror befalls Lilea. As they look forward to their pledging ceremony the first signs of something wrong become apparent. They cannot understand why their spirit guides left them and it isn't until the Lilean people begin to succumb to a mysterious affliction that they realise a new evil is among them. Plunged into a terrible nightmare, Vincent battles to find reality amongst the make believe as he struggles to come to terms with loss and betrayal.
Many days away across the gulf of space their Drycenian friends suddenly find themselves hosts to some uninvited guests who beg them for their help. Whilst racing to Lilea they must find a way to communicate with their new guests in order for them to know how to aid their friends. It is up to one man to venture into the darkness alone and put his own soul at risk to save Vincent, so they can try to end this new evil and save Lilea from the terror of The Sleeping.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Merita King loved the science fiction and fantasy genre in both books and movies since she was a young child. She was greatly inspired by years of watching movies and reading books and wanted to make a contribution to this genre for many years. Her stories all contain a strong spiritual thread as she believes that spirituality is universal and crosses all boundaries. She believes the creative process is largely intuitive and can be very effectively blocked by too much pre-planning. “Plot lines, characters and events all come to me intuitively,” she says, “and this makes the act of writing a constant pleasure.” She is a psychic medium and lives alone in Hampshire, UK.
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COMING SOON
THE LILEAN CHRONICLES: BOOK TWO ~ THE SLEEPING
Just as Vincent and Farra begin to relax after their battle with the Transmortal Army, a new terror befalls Lilea. As they look forward to their pledging ceremony the first signs of something wrong become apparent. They cannot understand why their spirit guides le
ft them and it isn't until the Lilean people begin to succumb to a mysterious affliction that they realise a new evil is among them. Plunged into a terrible nightmare, Vincent battles to find reality amongst the make believe as he struggles to come to terms with loss and betrayal.
Many days away across the gulf of space their Drycenian friends suddenly find themselves hosts to some uninvited guests who beg them for their help. Whilst racing to Lilea they must find a way to communicate with their new guests in order for them to know how to aid their friends. It is up to one man to venture into the darkness alone and put his own soul at risk to save Vincent, so they can try to end this new evil and save Lilea from the terror of The Sleeping.
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