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Now on to my newest flash fiction. This was recently featured on Can’t Put it Down Reviews. It is some of the back story on Kaitlyn’s (main character in the Akasha Series) parents. Enjoy!
Good Luck Charm
Mary leaned forward, looking through the windshield of their small, blue Honda and up into the sky. “Do they know we’re coming?”
The sky was growing darker by the minute, and the wind was picking up.
Cato answered from the back seat, “No one knows. Well, except Shawn. Boy probably doesn’t even remember, as involved in video games as he was.” Cato stared at the scenery rushing past. Corn fields. Acre after acre of the tall stalks; all leaning to the left with the growing wind.
“Oh, please. Your son is gifted and you know it. I’ve seen the spark on more than one occasion.” John smiled at Cato through the rearview mirror. He put his hand over Mary’s, attempting to calm her fears.
She smiled, but her eyes still wrinkled with worry. It began to hail. Small chunks of ice pelted the windshield and road ahead. Mary began rubbing at the charm around her neck.
It was a necklace given to her by their only child. John thought of their daughter Kaitlyn, at home probably working on college applications. She was all they really had, and he would give anything to make it a better world for her. Which is why they were all here. With far more confidence than either of his two passengers, he resolutely nodded his head. “Yes. Everything is going to be –“
“John! Stop!” Mary cut him off with her screams. He slammed on the brakes. About a mile ahead of them, a funnel shot down from the cloud cover. It was already bending the sturdy highway signs with its force. John put the Honda into reverse.
“Don’t want to do that either, John.” Cato pointed out the back window. A thick formation of clouds were already spinning in preparation for another tornado vortex to emerge.
John and Mary locked eyes. Their communication was almost telepathic. This was not natural weather.
The corn stalks no longer leaned in one direction. They waved wildly, as if flagging away the trio. But it was too late; they were trapped with twisters blocking each direction of road.
“So now we know – there has to be a traitor with The Seven.” John and Mary each turned to look at Cato.
“Let’s just get through this. Then we can turn to who is responsible. If I don’t make it…” Cato trailed off.
“We’re all going to make it.” John didn’t give Cato a chance to finish. “And we will all go home to our children.”
Cato nodded at his lifelong friend, thankful he was here to help face their enemy. The three exited the car.
Mary’s long, red skirt whipped around her legs. The red was a stark contrast to the dark grey skies. She faced the first of the tornados, opening herself up to the warm, moist air being drawn in from the south. She used her powers as a water elemental to diffuse the air of moisture. John stood by her side, commanding the cool, dry winds blowing in from Canada. Together they worked, forcing away the conflicting weather and trying to stabilize the atmosphere.
Though Cato could manipulate all of the elements, he concentrated on the wind speed. He worked to slow it down, preventing any more updrafts. He was significantly stronger than the pair that worked behind him, but he was hindered, having to deal with chunks of road and now farm equipment being tossed at them by the tornado. He moved forward, certain he was the target of the attack. The least he could do was decrease the risk to his friends by angling away, further down the road.
Mary looked back to see their small car in a slow spin, gradually being lifted up. It was as unpredictable as the winds. “We need to move!”
Without hesitation, she turned to the fields. The sharp, unharvested corn cut that might offer some protection from the wind, bit into her bare legs as she ran. John stayed close on her heels. “Where is Cato!” He called to her. But there was no time to answer. He lunged forward, tackling Mary to the ground as the roof of a barn whipped by overhead.
Cato remained on the highway, struggling with the wind patterns. They were unpredictable. He detected several threads of power being woven into the storm from two different directions. There would be more than four elementals attacking – and no time to target them. Cato had to settle for playing defense. He looked behind me, startled to find John, Mary and the car gone.
He ran back to where he had left them. Dumbfounded, he looked to the right, at the slightly wavering speed limit sign, still planted in the ground. He peered closer into the fields, thinking he saw a flash of Mary’s skirt. He took a step towards it, when a spinning, blue mass shot by, missing Cato by mere feet. He could barely track it with his eyes. It was their car, now bouncing end over end down the highway, taking the speed limit sign with it. Cato blinked, then turned back to the wind patterns in the sky and could only hope the same fate had not befallen his friends.
Gradually, his energy waned, and he was left only able to maintain a protective circle around himself. The weather had grown too strong; almost like more elementals had joined in. The corn fields and his friends were on their own. Cato’s whole body shook with exertion until he dropped to his knees. His sphere was allowing the strong gusts to pass through, but it would hold against the more solid objects thrown at him by the storm, and it would keep him firmly planted on the ground.
The two funnels moved closer, then angled in – towards the path his friends took. Shards of debris littered the air like feathers in a pillow fight. Cato was still able to discern the funnels, large as they were, merging together. As they did, lightening lit the sky and thunder cracked in the air, barely heard over the freight train noise of the super twister. It was a triumphant announcement; both sides knew who had won this battle.
Wind gusts did not let up. They grew stronger and stronger, pulling even more debris into the air, until Cato could not see past his protective circle at all. He was sure the large mass was coming for him next.
With a final burst of energy, Cato pushed himself to his feet. He wasn’t going to face death curled up like a coward. It would be full on, shoulders squared and eyes opened. And without his shield.
When the noise was unbearable – and Cato was sure the climax had arrived, he lifted his hands to dissipate his shield. Before he could, the world went silent. Stalks, corn, dirt, and fractured wood from nearby structures all fell to the ground at once. There was no wind. What cornstalks were left in the ground were still. In the skies, clouds moved away revealing a disturbingly peaceful blue sky in their wake.
The last of Cato’s energy fizzled out, and his protective circle vanished. Two loud, sickening thumps came from behind him. Cato swallowed the rising lump in his throat, then turned. Mary and John lay dead on the highway. All of their limbs twisted in unnatural, odd angles, except for one. Mary’s hand still clutched the charm at her neck.
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Merry Christmas – and a big welcome to all of my new followers! In addition to book review blogger interviews and fantasy author guest posts, my blog features once a week (ish) short stories based on characters from my books. This week’s short story includes Shawn, the antagonist of The Akasha Series, as a younger boy. I try to keep the short stories at flash fiction length (1,000 words or less). Please feel free to comment or e-mail me directly – I could always use the feedback
At first, they had been plentiful. Tiny specks of concentrated energy – each one of them so dense they could be seen with the naked eye, like specks of dust visible in the sun’s rays. Shawn collected them, willing them to group together, building a wall around the old man standing across from him. But now they were fewer, and so transparent they could only be felt, not seen.
They were also no longer cooperating. Many floated away from the mass, compromising the strength of the wall. The purpose was to block Cato, the old man, from being able to wield magic.
“Pay attention, son. Your creation comes from synching yourself with nature. Shields are not built by sheer willpower.” Cato lectured the 10 year-old boy, who had been at the exercise for the better part of an hour. Sweat poured down the boy’s forehead as he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. If walls were built with willpower, Cato wouldn’t have a chance.
Cato smiled, forcing air into the flimsy block Shawn had constructed. Once the air tunnels had penetrated even the smallest pores, he pushed bits of earth through the tunnels with a burst of speed, effectively blowing apart everything Shawn had constructed.
Shawn’s frustrated growl made Cato laugh out loud. “How did you do that?” Shawn asked.
“Think of it like overpopulation. Just as the Earth cannot handle a limitless amount of humans, neither can your wall handle a limitless amount of force. Now – try again. This time, concentrate on the purity of your energy.”
Shawn took a sip from his water bottle and threw it aside. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his shirt, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes – centering himself just as Cato had taught him. He drew energy again, attempting to build a wall around Cato’s magical abilities, molecule by molecule. This time he packed them in tighter, giving his structure a sturdy base.
“Good, good,” Cato commented. “Soon you will be able to practice with the Gaia herself. Your manipulation of her magical abilities will include strengthening it, altering it or even blocking it when necessary.”
Shawn fell into a rhythm. Slowly but surely, the wall was beginning to rise. It soon became boring, monotonous work. His thoughts fell to the overpopulation comment Cato made. “If humans are destroying the planet, because of how many of us there are – why don’t we just make it so there are less of us?” Shawn asked.
Cato turned a wary eye to the 10 year-old boy, “What do you mean, son?”
“I mean, maybe there should just be less people.” Shawn continued constructing his wall, brick by brick.
Cato wasn’t sure he should pursue the subject, but he had felt guilty – having spent all his time with the two new children he adopted three weeks ago. He at least owed it to the boy to treat his ideas with respect; owed him a serious conversation. “How would you propose we go about doing that?”
Shawn took his time answering. In the past when he had brought up the subject, he had been either brushed off or rebuked. “Well, population control, for one. Like China does. One kid per family.”
Cato nodded his head, “A valid point.” Shawn’s wall had completely enclosed Cato from the ground up to his knees. He could still knock it down, but the boy needed to practice. “Religion poses a problem. Many religions preach that faith equals fertility. Going against such a fundamental belief is not a good idea – even if your original intentions are to save the planet. Not many will be on your side. You would alienate our organization from the majority of the population.”
“Religion isn’t all bad – I mean, look at all the wars started because of religious differences. That got rid of some of the population,” said Shawn.
“You’ve been paying attention in your history lessons! Good boy!” Cato ruffled Shawn’s hair, choosing to ignore the darker implications of Shawn’s thought. Shawn had suddenly picked up speed with his wall – it was now closing over Cato’s chest.
Encouraged, Shawn continued. “Governments spend so much money on disaster efforts, sick people, old people. Why don’t they just, you know, stop doing that? Might help with population numbers.”
“Most certainly. But then you are telling people to ignore one of the very traits that define humanity – compassion.” Cato uttered the last word with uncertainty. He pushed a small amount of energy into the wall. Impenetrable. The boy was learning. Slowly, the wall began closing in; squeezing Cato like a sinister hug.
“But it is compassion, because you are saving the Earth – making it a better place for humans and in the end even saving people,” Shawn said.
Cato tried taking a deep breath, but the squeezing was too intense. Even though Shawn’s wall was invisible to the naked eye, it was as solid, and as real – as steal. They boy’s magic, as well as the conversation, were treading dangerous ground.
“Shawn – I think you are missing the point.” Cato was having more and more difficulty talking as the wall snaked around him. “The Seven exists to protect and help the Earth. Those of us that have been blessed with the ability to manipulate elements and energy must do our best to counter the harmful effects of the human population. We are not here to counter the human population itself.”
“Well, maybe we should.” Shawn completed the wall; it surrounded Cato like a claustrophobic igloo. The two stood there, still as ice – one by choice, the other not so much.
Cato was taking in short, constricted breaths, “To what end? Why then, would we be saving the Earth? Who would be here to enjoy it?”
Suddenly, the wall disintegrated. Shawn released his adoptive father and said, “You know – the rest of us. Whoever is left.”
Cato resisted the urge to brush off of the non-existent wall debris. “No. The answer is no. We will all abide by the mission of the organization – and the mission is not depopulation.”
Completely unnerved by the entire experience, Cato picked up his gym bag and walked away, mumbling excuses of the work awaiting him.
Shawn watched him go. “Then maybe we need a new organization.”
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