Thunder: The Shadows Are Stirring (Thunder Stories Book 1)

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wounded and make it whole again. Maybe not quite the way it used to be, but something new and beautiful and functional all the same. Healing is like what Mr. Gunther’s always saying about the layers and stuff, it’s gotta happen on many levels for the process to be complete.”
    The squirt’s a genius. He’ll be able to do whatever he wants.
    “Whaddya think we’ll be facing in the Shadows, for you to get this prepared now?”
    “Wow, I don’t know. There could be anything. When I hear ‘Shadow Layer,’ I think of something insubstantial, but it’s like everything there is more than here. Well, you can see the plants. And Mr. Gunther says it’s a place where energies are visible, dreams are realities, and magic is tangible. He makes it sound like Good and Evil are factored to a higher degree, if that makes sense.”
    “Yeah. It makes sense.” I hesitate. “I worry about you coming through, though. You’re my kid brother. You’ve already dealt with too much. With Mom and Dad and all.”
    He sets his jaw, but his eyes soften. “I get it. But, I’m curious about the place and you’ll need me. Not just ’cause I’m a good Healer, but because I’m better at accepting weird things than you are.” He grins. It’s true; Jamie has no problem being around Thunder or Storm—Owen’s tiger-name. I still feel out of place. “Mr. Gunther’s not telling us any details about it, but I figure it’ll be like stepping into a fairytale.”
    That’s why I’m concerned.
    Jamie continues, “I think there will be opportunities for great Goodness, and that’s what I’m looking forward to. Life here can stink; if we can do something to improve it, we need to go for it. According to Mr. Gunther, helping on that level will make things better on our layer, too.”
    I know we’re as ready as we can be. I can’t wait to head out to the Training Grounds in a couple days. I’ve made sure everyone’s got their gear set. Jamie has his bow and arrows with him wherever he goes, and I know he’s packed enough supplies to satisfy an E.R.
    Jamie had wanted to use the Grounds as a home base, like a retreat from the Shadows if things get tight. But Gunther told us time doesn’t work the same once we’re in. If one of us comes back separately from the others, we might not meet up again where and when we want. When we asked him why we couldn’t just skip it and head right into the Shadows, he answered, “Everything in its own time.” I guess that means whatever’s going to happen will happen when it’s supposed to. Which means we all have to wait.
    ~~~
    “ O MIGOSH, WATCH OUT!” Owen yelps from the landing as the football sails over Jamie’s reach and crashes into one of the fans above my head. The glass lightshades don’t break, but the blades jerk around in a slow spin.
    I glance in the direction of Gunther’s study. “Uh, let’s take it outside.”
    Owen hops down the stairs and follows me through the front doors, but Jamie doubles back, returning with an arm-load of pilfered food.
    “Quick, before anyone older asks for the last cookies!”
    We head around the house, crossing one of the flagstone patios, and take a side path, which leads to the fire pit. Here I stop, grabbing some cookies and fruit for myself and sitting on one of the benches to let the two younger boys head off for their own fun. I wait for Jamie to work his Healer magic; I know he won’t be able to stop himself.
    Ever since he first Shifted, Owen’s been anxious and jumpy. It had been spontaneous and had scared him out of his mind, despite all he’s been learning from Gunther. He’s not allowed to manipulate anything beyond his own form yet. First, he has to learn about the layers of life and the true nature of existence. Once he has a handle on that, he can try to change stuff around him. We’ve gotten used to the baby tremors under our feet, and it’s always cool to see a tiger leaping around the fields.
    Most times, Owen seems a lot

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