Blue Roses E-Book

Sarah Albarn

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

A boy from a far away planet and a girl from Earth's little shining satelite, what do they have in common? For one, a lost past. For the other, a maddening guilt. When one starts to remember, what will become of them both? Will Earth be dominated by a man craving to enslave all Humans?

Leseprobe

Sarah Albarn

Blue Roses

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Prologue

Fate. Not just a simple word, but also an entity that closely governs over the daily lives of every single person in the multiverse. It remains the only thing she truly despised—for it was the single force that had ruined her former life. That same life Fate had gambled with and thrown away carelessly. However, this time the events of her life’s journey had played out much differently than before.

She was different, but in a way, one could say she was untouched by time.

It seemed everything was, except for him, the unchanging angel with black wings. To everyone else it appeared as if he was plucked from one of her most fantastical dreams—only those were just memories, memories long forgotten.

But not anymore, she thought quietly.

In time with her heartbeat, the memories came ebbing back in flighty succession. It was moderately painful, reliving millennia so quickly. Each recollection carried so many feelings and emotions it was hard to sort them out from one another. However, one thing remained a constant:  the angel, of course.

Her screams were lost in a wild flurry of feathers—each an ironically ebony hue; they fluttered earthbound in silent, graceful arcs. As the moon gradually faded into view, the last remnants of sunlight bled across the horizon.

Above it all, smiling over her gnarled loom of scarlet yarn, was Fate, cruel as always.

Silvery moonlight poured down in soft waves, faintly illuminating the grounds below. Ever so slightly, the legion rushed forward to aide their sadistic leader—his heavy iron sword gouged deeply into the angel’s obsidian wing. She, the girl, wiped away her now descending tears which only mixed them with the blood that was splattered on her cheeks. Rage steadily simmering, she couldn’t help thinking about the turquoise drops, that they belonged to the angel. Her eyes took on a peculiar crimson glow as she gritted her already clenched teeth. The girl looked forwards, towards him, towards their attacker, and towards the onwards rushing legion.

It’s all about timing, whispered an all too familiar voice from the back of her consciousness.

Someone was going to pay for making the angel bleed, and it certainly wasn’t going to be her.

A shining silver katana materialized in her outstretched palm, hungry for vengeance.  Her Blood Oath would be fulfilled in this last, final battle.

Chapter 1: Counting Petals

It was a blistering, clammy day in August. One small car traveled along the highway, in the slow lane, keeping out of the way of other more capable vehicles. There were a great number of cars that dashed by, at speeds that surpassed its strained 65 miles per hour. The two sweaty occupants had not spoken since their departure, but in spite of that, one of them still wished for silence.

At least quiet in her thoughts wouldn’t be too much to ask for, would it?

“Listen to me!” An anguished voice yelled, piercing the inner silence of her mind. It echoed inside her already aching skull with a cutting authority.

Caroliena winced from the pain of its command. All morning it had yelled at her; she hated when it did this. She desperately wished for some silence, but Caroliena knew all too well that the voice would not give up until she responded. She despised when its dejected, cold voice would assault her every morning; it was beginning to disturb her normal thought processes. In truth, it sounded more enraged than anything, but that only made Caroliena stubbornly resist anything it had to say.

Why should I listen? she thought. Shifting in her seat uncomfortably, Caroliena stared outside the window, gradually retreating into her mind to block out all thought. The annoying voice had quieted down to above a whisper, yet the words had not lost its effect on her mind. It felt like she was dying inside, but mostly it was just fatigue from the constant migraines that it worked up.

“Listen to me,” it repeated yet again.

That persistent voice, each word numbed her mind with undue harshness.