Tanya Jones (Thibodeau) is the Publisher of the Gateway Gazette digital media, winner of the Royal Canadian Legion Media Award. She is also a freelance writer, YA Fantasy author and has been a fan of elven origins and supernatural powers for decades. She excels at problem solving with a 360-degree view of the existence…
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Over a thousand years ago, the entire earth was a place of magic. Having powers and Mana was a normal part of life for all species. During a dark time, that all changed by a single man’s actions and the world as we know it today was born. A millennium later, the earth is a wreck. With magic being a hidden secret that few…
I wake up sweating, my face is wet with my tears, my arms hurt and my legs ache. Why are these dreams so damn real! What is happening to me?! I try to remember what happened, I’m not even sure what day it is. I remember news of Mom’s brother being injured but that he’ll be ok – but was that actually real or was it yet another dream? It must have been a dream.
I lay there for a moment, recalling the events and dreams of the past couple of days. It all seems surreal. The impossibility of it all is still overwhelming – I’m convinced that my imagination has finally snapped to fully consume my conscious mind.
“My lord, it is confirmed. Amanae has returned to Eytherfel,” Mailian stands with his head bowed before Korali.
“Excellent, clearly Ruana and Kadrim took heed of the archives I planted,” Korali says while he ponders his next move.
“Yes my lord, however…” Mailian pauses, uncertain how Korali would react.
Korali bristles, “What is it? Out with it!” He has no patience for people who waffle about what they have to say.
I walk into the cottage and immediately Mom’s there giving me a big hug, like she’s been standing at the door waiting for me.
“I’m so sorry Amanda, we should’ve prepared you better for this move. There’s a lot for you to take in.”
“It’s okay Mom, I’ll get over it. But I do think we need to talk about some things.”
“Of course, honey. Why don’t we get some lunch and talk. I’m sure you’ve got lots of questions.” It’s like she knows exactly what I need.
“That sounds good,” I give her the best smile I can to reassure her.