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It has begun! Fourteen years after a catastrophic disaster, the world has regained its balance with the help of the Primortus. They have secretly walked amongst us since the beginning of time, protecting the earth with the power of the elements. When a fourteen-year-old girl is given two mysterious gifts from a father she never knew, she is drawn into their dangerous world of magic.
She must learn to wield the power of the Eleventh Elementum to survive. With the help of Will (her best friend), his cousin and her new stepsister, she seeks out the evil that threatens New Zealand. But a black-eyed stranger is watching their every move. Now, two powerful beings will battle one another and the outcome will determine our way of life.
"My feet hurt," whined her sister. “I saw you leaving the reception and I...”
Somewhere nearby, a door slammed making both girls jump. “Quick, get in here,” Skylee said as she grabbed Chrism’s arm and pulled her through the door.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? LET GO OF ME!” she yelled, jerking her arm out of Skylee’s grip. “I just thought you might need help cleaning that mess off your dress...Skippy.”
A look of dread crossed Skylee’s face as she realized Chrism was planning to use her nickname as ammunition to embarrass her. She shot her a dirty look and said, “Funny, real funny.”
“Where did you get a name like Skippy?” she asked teasingly.
“Airon gave it to me when I was little because, well, he said when I tried to skip I looked like a baby kangaroo jumping. Honestly, this isn’t the time.”
“Skippy huh? Well, I guess it could be worse. You could be called—”
“Quiet, please,” Skylee said as she looked around the room. The box still set on the table where she left it. She ran into the closet and pulled open the file cabinet, breathing a sigh of relief as she saw that her book was still hidden under the papers.
“What is wrong with you?” said Chrism as she stepped into the closet. “Are you like, mentally disturbed and your mom just didn’t tell us?”
“No, I—It’s just, I saw someone earlier, when I was in this room.”
“Saw someone? In here? Do you think they took any of my stuff?”
“Focus, Chrism, anyway, I was in this room and he-he was staring at me through the window and then he came in the room and...” she fell silent when she heard whistling coming from the hallway. “That’s the same tune I heard the man whistle this morning,” whispered Skylee as she pulled the closet door toward her, leaving a tiny crack so she could peer out into the room. She felt the necklace warming through the fabric of her dress.
“Sounds familiar. It’s a nursery rhyme, isn’t it?” asked Chrism in a hushed tone and she began to hum the melody quietly.
“Oh yeah, that’s ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’,” exclaimed Skylee softly.
“You’re right,” she whispered in agreement. “I always thought it was a happy tune but that’s just...disturbing.”
The whistling grew louder as the door to the room opened and shut. She could feel Chrism’s warm breath on her neck as she leaned over her to peep out of the crack. Skylee turned and placed her finger over her lips, signaling her stepsister to be quiet.
The tall man stood in the center of the room surveying his surroundings. He continued to whistle the haunting melody. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity he stopped, went to the table, and he looked inside the box. Letting out a string of curse words, he violently hit the package, sending it across the room. Chrism gasped and dropped her shoes.
Thunk...Thunk...The man spun around and approached the closet like a lion staking its prey.
Peeking out of the slight gap in the door, all Skylee could see was a pair of dark empty eyes moving closer and closer.
J.L. Bond and Val Richards met in college in Clarksville Tennessee, where Val excelled in Math and J.L excelled in creative ways to talk Val out of going to class. A few years later…okay, more than a few, they found themselves living about an hour away from one another in Florida and joined forces to write the Primortus Chronicles, YA fantasy- adventure series. Nowadays, J.L. likes to remind Val that Math isn’t necessary for writing.
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