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Tarrtainya. A simple white fish, and yet it didn’t exist in that world.
I’d have to convince Romulus to bring a few through the gate.
“You may come with me when I return,” I said.
Romulus reeled his device in. “Back to my lab in Daath?”
“Not exactly.”
Romulus grunted.
“We can’t let my father or The Council know of this little adventure. You can use the lab on Dune Island.”
“That doesn’t have all my supplies. I’ll need more.”
“Then you’ll have them. Jeslyn was strong enough to block my spell. She could block other powers. I need to complete the ritual, drain her essence, and discover the true source of her power.”
“I should study her. Cut her head open like the rest, hmmm? Then we would have answers.”
“Normally, I would agree, but not this one.”
Romulus walked to his racer, shooing the ardvars away. I was being too lenient.
“Have you forgotten the present I brought for you?” I dashed to his speeder, blocking the entrance.
He pulled off his mask, frowning.
“You have two days,” I said.
I tapped the side of the speeder and the door slid open. Romulus stood before me, his face wrinkled with age, but his eyes still intelligent and sharp. If only he could do something about that bulbous nose.
“You will have your answer,” he said, waiting for me to step aside.
I waved him into the speeder and he grumbled as he passed. While the old fool was a bit grumpy, he was the only Reptilian I trusted, and he would succeed.
The old man didn’t know how to do anything else.
hips sailed into the harbor, the setting suns descending behind them casting a cascade of shadows and vibrant colors dancing out across the water. One of my favorite pastimes since moving here with Grandfather was watching the sailors return from their days at sea, wind rippling the mighty sails, and dolphins frolicking beside the ships.
Once afraid of the gentle creatures, I’d since learned how intelligent and kind they could be, how playful their personalities were—something I’d never have known without watching them daily.
I gazed out across the sea, my eyes scanning the surface between here and the island a few miles out. Surrounded by reef, Grandfather and Becket had hunted for many pearls in the island’s waters and, soon, I planned to accompany Beckett to search for my own blue and silver pearls.
Grandfather’s ship,
Selene
—named after my mother—pulled up alongside the dock. Waves crashed against the barnacle-covered sides, splashing up onto the deck where Beckett, redheaded and pale, stood out like a sore thumb among the other sailors as he hurried to knot the buoys.
We’d often teased him about his fair skin, joking he wasn’t meant for sea travel, but Beckett was a fine sailor; one of the best, no doubt.
I clutched the basket of bread to my chest, my knuckles whitened by my tight grip. I shouldn’t have been nervous about being here, but I was. Grandfather didn’t care for my meddling, and that’s why I’d come to meet Beckett today.
“Jeslyn?” Beckett noticed me and waved as he climbed down from
Selene
. “Shouldn’t you be closing the shop?”
“We needed bread for supper and I wanted to watch the ships dock. How was the catch?”
“It’s getting harder to find the nicer pearls. Only got two today.” He stuck out his hand, presenting one silver and one black pearl. “Isn’t she a beauty?” Beckett said, rolling the black one around his palm. “Been awhile since I found one of these.”
Seeing the black pearl reminded me of the one Lucino had given me. “It’s almost the end of the season,” I said, pushing away the memory.
Beckett nodded as he washed his hands in a nearby trough.
“With the season almost over, I was hoping Grandfather would take me sailing.”
He rubbed his hands on a rag from his pocket. “Too busy. Once spring comes, we can go.”
“Perhaps.”
There were no given signs or hints of Grandfather’s upcoming travels, but
I’d have to convince Romulus to bring a few through the gate.
“You may come with me when I return,” I said.
Romulus reeled his device in. “Back to my lab in Daath?”
“Not exactly.”
Romulus grunted.
“We can’t let my father or The Council know of this little adventure. You can use the lab on Dune Island.”
“That doesn’t have all my supplies. I’ll need more.”
“Then you’ll have them. Jeslyn was strong enough to block my spell. She could block other powers. I need to complete the ritual, drain her essence, and discover the true source of her power.”
“I should study her. Cut her head open like the rest, hmmm? Then we would have answers.”
“Normally, I would agree, but not this one.”
Romulus walked to his racer, shooing the ardvars away. I was being too lenient.
“Have you forgotten the present I brought for you?” I dashed to his speeder, blocking the entrance.
He pulled off his mask, frowning.
“You have two days,” I said.
I tapped the side of the speeder and the door slid open. Romulus stood before me, his face wrinkled with age, but his eyes still intelligent and sharp. If only he could do something about that bulbous nose.
“You will have your answer,” he said, waiting for me to step aside.
I waved him into the speeder and he grumbled as he passed. While the old fool was a bit grumpy, he was the only Reptilian I trusted, and he would succeed.
The old man didn’t know how to do anything else.
hips sailed into the harbor, the setting suns descending behind them casting a cascade of shadows and vibrant colors dancing out across the water. One of my favorite pastimes since moving here with Grandfather was watching the sailors return from their days at sea, wind rippling the mighty sails, and dolphins frolicking beside the ships.
Once afraid of the gentle creatures, I’d since learned how intelligent and kind they could be, how playful their personalities were—something I’d never have known without watching them daily.
I gazed out across the sea, my eyes scanning the surface between here and the island a few miles out. Surrounded by reef, Grandfather and Becket had hunted for many pearls in the island’s waters and, soon, I planned to accompany Beckett to search for my own blue and silver pearls.
Grandfather’s ship,
Selene
—named after my mother—pulled up alongside the dock. Waves crashed against the barnacle-covered sides, splashing up onto the deck where Beckett, redheaded and pale, stood out like a sore thumb among the other sailors as he hurried to knot the buoys.
We’d often teased him about his fair skin, joking he wasn’t meant for sea travel, but Beckett was a fine sailor; one of the best, no doubt.
I clutched the basket of bread to my chest, my knuckles whitened by my tight grip. I shouldn’t have been nervous about being here, but I was. Grandfather didn’t care for my meddling, and that’s why I’d come to meet Beckett today.
“Jeslyn?” Beckett noticed me and waved as he climbed down from
Selene
. “Shouldn’t you be closing the shop?”
“We needed bread for supper and I wanted to watch the ships dock. How was the catch?”
“It’s getting harder to find the nicer pearls. Only got two today.” He stuck out his hand, presenting one silver and one black pearl. “Isn’t she a beauty?” Beckett said, rolling the black one around his palm. “Been awhile since I found one of these.”
Seeing the black pearl reminded me of the one Lucino had given me. “It’s almost the end of the season,” I said, pushing away the memory.
Beckett nodded as he washed his hands in a nearby trough.
“With the season almost over, I was hoping Grandfather would take me sailing.”
He rubbed his hands on a rag from his pocket. “Too busy. Once spring comes, we can go.”
“Perhaps.”
There were no given signs or hints of Grandfather’s upcoming travels, but
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