Calaspia E-Book

A.D. McLain

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Faith. It's a small word. But real faith isn't always easy to come by: the smallest things can challenge our faith.

For Eric, faith was an everyday part of life. It was woven into the very fabric of his people. But faith, when untested for too long, can become complacent and weak.

Nancy felt the test of her faith daily. She believed in the inherent goodness of the world, but it is difficult to stay optimistic when every day is a challenge just to breathe.

Through time and different worlds, they must find their strength and their faith in each other - and in a power higher than themselves. But can they unlock the lives they were always destined for?

Leseprobe

CALASPIA

SPIRIT OF FAITH BOOK 1

A. D. MCLAIN

CONTENTS

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Epilogue

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About the Author

Copyright (C) 2018 A.D. McLain

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Published 2022 by Next Chapter

Edited by Tyler Colins

Cover art by Cover Mint

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author's permission.

To my family for giving me the time to pursue my passion.

PROLOGUE

TWO-HUNDRED YEARS PREVIOUS

She stood alone. Adeline looked longingly across the field at the nearby lake. A few more leagues, and she would be at the portal. Adeline felt queasy. Lately, she’d felt more comfortable there than at her own home. Why couldn't he leave her be? That man was obsessed. They weren't even the same kind. She was water. He was land. Why Gelick was fixated on her, she had no idea. It was downright creepy.

She stared at the reflection of the plum-tinged evening sun bouncing off the undisturbed water and wished for some solution to present itself. While she more than enjoyed her time on Earth, she couldn’t continue to spend all her time there. Nor could she allow him to drive her away from her family and friends. Of course, that was easier said than done; even with her eel animal spirit, she still had a human side and needed to spend time outside the water. And though she was seriously testing all known limits for time spent in her eel-hybrid form, barely surfacing save for necessity, he always seemed to know when she would emerge. If she didn't know better, she’d say he camped near the water's perimeter in wait.

Adeline jumped when a hand grabbed her around the waist. Gelick smiled apologetically and stepped to the side. "Sorry to surprise you. How was your afternoon? I’d heard you visited those Earth lakes again. Are you sure you should be doing that? Things there have been getting increasingly dangerous for our kind."

Putting a few steps between them, Adeline turned to face him. Her skin crawled. It was bad enough he always found her here, but how could he possibly know of her travels through the portal? Somehow, he’d found a way to monitor her movements and activities. He took liberties that were not his to take!

She silently bid her brother to return home, but there was no way of knowing if he’d heard her. Bry was still back at the lake, and communication between Calaspia and Earth was difficult and sporadic. Some thoughts made it through, but it wasn’t dependable. Even so, she sent the plea. In the meantime, she looked around for a way out. The water was a good hundred feet away. She could make a run for it, but he’d easily overtake her on the land before she ever made it.

She shook her head, wondering what was wrong with her. Okay, so he was creepy, but it wasn't like he’d hurt her. He seemed legitimately worried for her safety. Maybe he’d just overheard someone talking about her visits? He couldn't possibly be able to track her underwater. "I appreciate your concern, but the humans tend to stay away from the deep water, so there’s little to worry about."

"If that's the case then, why do the villagers near the lake speak of strange serpentine lake creatures, my Naitaka?" He whispered the name like an endearment.

Her eyes widened in surprise. He knew the name the humans had given for her and the others who traveled through to the other side. It was what they called their lake monster. She hadn't told anyone that. Neither had Bry. There was only one way he could have known about the rumors. "You've been to the village?"

"Of course." He stepped toward her with his arm outstretched. "I had to make sure you were safe, and I'm glad I did. If you continue to go there, they’ll find you and possibly do you harm. You must stop these excursions."

Her eyes blazed with anger. "That’s none of your concern."

"None of my concern? You are my concern!"

"No, I’m not," she said flatly.

His eyes flared feline for the briefest of moments. "It's Bry, isn't it? He's never approved of our relationship."

"We have no relationship!" she cried out in frustration.

Gelick's eyes softened, and he placed a hand gently on her arm. "I understand you’re afraid, but there is no reason our kinds cannot be together."

He was insane. What else could she say to that? She couldn't think of any way to be clearer

"Let go of my sister," Bry’s voice called out.

Gelick's fingers curled, his sharp nails digging painfully into her arm. She didn't flinch. The ache was nothing compared to the anger rolling off him, pressing against her until she could barely breathe.

Bry approached from the shore, water still dripping off his body. Heavy breathing indicated the speed with which he’d swam here. Gelick's eyes suddenly appeared feline. His lips curved up at the corners. She felt her heart in her throat.

"Bry, run!" She pulled her arm from his grasp, leaving jagged, bloody scratches from her elbow to wrist, and took off for the water.

Mid run, Gelick transformed into his panther form, a sleek black beast of pure muscle and precision. On land, he had the advantage. They had no chance of outrunning him here. She caught Bry's eyes and felt time stop. He looked between her and Gelick, and then to the lake, and came to the same conclusion.

She skidded to a halt and watched as he turned toward the attack and braced for impact. "Get to the lake," he ordered, just as Gelick's powerful claws dug into his arm and shoulder.

They fell to the ground in a tumble of fur and limbs. Bry fought back, but he was no match for Gelick's stronger animal form. He had no claws and no protection, but he grabbed at the panther's mouth, trying to hold back his teeth; with minimal effort, he shook free of the hands. She screamed and ran back to them.

Gelick's razor-sharp teeth ripped Bry's flesh. Red splattered the grass and shrubbery as a pool spread beneath them. Desperately, she beat Gelick's back. He knocked her aside, sending her rolling into a group of bramble bushes. Thorns tore into her skin as she scrambled to get up.

Gelick stood over Bry's motionless body. He changed back into his human form, but she could still see the blood on his face and hands. Staring at her brother, she looked for signs of breathing.

Gelick stumbled a few steps away from the body and smiled. "It had to be done," he explained. "Now, he can’t poison your thoughts against me. He can’t stop our love."

Adeline ignored his insane ranting. She went to her brother's side and laid a trembling hand on him. He didn’t react to her touch. His chest no longer moved, not even to take a shallow breath. He was gone. She didn’t realize when she’d began to cry, only that her cheeks felt wet and her vision had blurred.

Gelick took a step back in surprise and looked at her as if deciphering a puzzle. "I’ve freed you," he said. "This should be a joyous day. There is nothing to keep us apart now."

Unable to fathom his madness, she focused on clinging to the fabric of Bry's tunic as her body convulsed with sobs. He was more than her brother; they were best friends. He was the only one who understood, and even shared, her fascination with Earth.

She heard Gelick speak, but his words were drowned out by pealing thunder and heavy rain. When had it begun to storm? The sky was filled with clouds of the darkest gray. Static electricity snapped in the air. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning hit the ground by Gelick's feet. He looked at her in panic. It was his punishment, she realized. He’d broken one of their cardinal rules. He’d taken a life. His life energy was no longer in line with the energies of Calaspia. She almost laughed at the irony. Gelick was right. She was finally going to be free, just as he’d said, only it was at the cost of her brother. Where was the justice in this? There was no justice or good in the world. Faith was a joke, a lie she’d been taught to believe. She would put up with an eternity of his insanity to have Bry back. Nothing would ever be right again.

Gelick ran, but you couldn’t run from something of this magnitude. A thick black fog surrounded him and she heard him scream with terror.

Her hair floated around her head. Her body felt heavy. The air felt heavy. She swayed from lightheadedness, sure she would fall over or throw up. Voices called out above the maelstrom. There were people approaching from the village, but she couldn’t make out who they were. Her vision blurred and cleared again. The black clouds dissipated, and Gelick was gone.

With a faint smile, knowing he could never return to this world, she closed her eyes on Calaspia for the last time.

The first thing she was aware of was voices.

"It was the lake monster," a man's raspy voice said. Others groaned.

"Don't be ridiculous," another man snorted.

"The girl was found by the lake, soaking wet and covered in blood. What would you say was responsible?"

"Looks like some wild animal left those marks on her arm," a woman noted.

"And what would you call the lake monster? Tame?"

Everyone was quiet at that, until they heard her groan. She opened her eyes to a small room, dimly lit by candles and filled with people. They looked down on her with a mixture of concern and fear. "Can you tell us what happened, girl?" the first man asked anxiously.

"Seamus," the woman chastised, "you didn't even ask her name."

"Fine, fine," he relented. "What’s your name?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. What was her name? Why couldn't she remember? She sensed it, like a dream moments after waking, but she couldn’t grasp it and keep it in her thoughts long enough to answer. "I don't know."

"Do you know how you were injured?" the woman asked softly.

Adeline looked down at her arm, blood soaking the simple cloth bandage. She could feel other bruises as well, but she had no memory of what had caused any of them. She shook her head and ignored the disappointment she sensed from those present. The men began arguing amongst themselves again at the probability of attack from sea creatures and other wild animals. The woman shooed them out of the room, sat down by her bed, and gently began brushing her hair. "It will be alright, my dear," she assured her. "You're safe, now."

A young boy rapped lightly on the door and stuck his head in the room. "Mother, I fixed the chain." At the woman's nod, he walked in and handed her a necklace. "I cleaned up the pendant some. There's a name on it."

"Thank you." She gave the boy a quick smile, and he left them alone, again. The boy's mother looked closely at the intricately engraved letters. "Adeline. Is that your name?"

She felt a knot of pressure in her chest, but words eluded her. Was that her name? The woman gently placed the necklace in her hand. "This is your necklace," she explained. "At least, we found it on you, but the chain was broken."

She stared at the letters carved in smooth metal. "Adeline," she said aloud, but felt nothing.

The woman patted her on the shoulder and resumed brushing her hair. "It will be alright, my dear. I'm sure it will all come back to you in time."

Maybe, she thought, looking down at her injuries. The real question, however, was did she want to remember?

Time had no meaning. It swirled around him, pulling and pushing, corrupting his already shaky memories until he wasn't sure what was real and what was imagined. He remembered her face. That remained, even when he couldn’t remember his own name. He didn't know who she was. Just a face. Her beautiful smile was enough to help him hold on when his body and spirit cried out for an end to this meaningless existence. How long before they stole that memory from him, too?

Shadows surrounded him. Howls permeated the darkness. He crawled through the sand, feeling his way by touch alone. A crack of lightning lit beastly forms a moment before they pounced. Claws ripped his flesh, just as they had a dozen times before. Every time was the same. His head swam with dizziness. His limbs felt weak. He couldn't survive too many more attacks. Somehow, they fed off his life energy. He wasn't sure how he knew what they were doing. The memory tied to the knowledge was gone. He watched them through the brief moments of bright light, punctuated with booming thunder. He could see his essence leaving his body, entering theirs, and strengthening the shadowy beasts. Closing his eyes, his mind wandered and floated along tendrils of energy. Just as he was about to give in and let them take him, his mind remembered something about energy transfer. It could be reversed.

His eyes snapped open and he pulled back from their attack. Energy began surging throughout his body. He pulled all the energy back and kept drinking all they had. His body glowed in the darkness. The beasts whimpered and retreated, visibly weakened. Gelick smiled. He was no longer the prey.

Stepping past the lifeless wisps on the ground, he walked straight into a group of beasts to the left. They shuddered and skittered away. "Stop!" he commanded.

There was silence. The beasts bowed before him, their new master.

Thunder clapped the sky and the heavens unleashed a downpour of rain. The beasts shook and bolted for shelter. Lightning struck the ground a hundred feet away. A dark shape appeared in the sand. Gelick watched the figure, a man, as he scrambled shakily to his feet and attempted unsuccessfully to run through the sand. Fear and confusion emanated from the man in waves.

Ignoring the storm, Gelick walked toward the man. The air hummed with energy so thick, it was like walking through water. Waves of power pummeled him with each step. Lightning created a giant glass pillar beside him. Gelick paid no attention to any of it. The man … drew him. He smelled of different energy. His life energy was strong. If not for the storm, the beasts would have pounced on this one immediately. It didn't really matter if he survived the weather; he was a dead man. All that was left to determine was the manner of his death.

"Help me! Help me!" the man screamed. "I need to go home. How do I get home?"

Gelick walked into a cloud of cool mist and saw the man slow down. Gelick continued his pace, but the man seemed oblivious to his approach. He stepped from the mist, and the man jumped when he saw Gelick appear suddenly beside him.

"Who are you? Can you help me? I need to go …" were the last words he uttered before Gelick's brawny fingers wrapped around his neck.

Gelick pulled the man close and studied him. He smelled of Calaspian energy, but there was something missing. "Who are you?"

The man's terrified gaze darted around in utter panic. "I …" he croaked, his voice restricted by Gelick's hand clutching his throat. "I don't know." Tears streamed down his long frightened face.

"A fallen," Gelick reasoned. He wasn't sure how he could remember that, when he couldn't remember his own life in more than a few random snippets of detail, but he knew what this man was.

He sniffed again. The Calaspian scent, faint though it was, was intoxicating. Slowly, he drew on the energy. It was so much more satisfying than the dark energy he stole from the beasts. This was more than survival. It was about thriving. He felt energized and alive. He perceived memories of a world with expansive lakes and full lush forests. He saw her. That face. She was beautiful. What was her name? Frustrated, he fed on more of the man's energy. He paid no heed to the man's weak pleas for him to stop. He ignored the lighting glass towers springing up and the howling winds furiously whipping his clothes and hair. He discounted the feelings of speeding up and slowing down, of aging and growing younger. He wanted that memory. He wanted that name.

The man's body slumped. There was no more energy to take. He was gone. Gelick tossed the body to the side and howled into the maelstrom. It was such a powerful storm, so full of … energy.

Gelick stood there, soaking up the power of the turbulent storm. This source didn't build memories, but it did leave him feeling stronger. Once the last of the winds had stilled, the beasts began to creep out slowly, watching him. He pierced them with his penetrating gaze and spoke. "Find me more like him. Bring anyone lost in the desert to me."

As the beasts ran off to comply, he stared into the dark horizon. He would get his memories back. It was only a matter of time.

CHAPTERONE

Warm sunlight shone through the leaves, leaving a speckled path on the forest floor. The wind blew fiercely, sending shadows scrambling in all directions. Using his stone hammer to drive in the last nail, Eric sighed with satisfaction. Finally, the work was done. He looked around, impressed with what he’d accomplished. It was a little further out from the main settlements than he would have preferred to build, but this place called to him, and he was taught to follow such feelings. Eric climbed the stairs and stepped out onto his balcony. Jumping onto a limb of a sturdy tree, he climbed up, higher and higher. Staring out at the vast horizon, over the sea, he knew this was where he must have his home. Now, he just needed someone to share it with.

"I thought I'd find you up here."

Eric looked up from his perch on the massive limb, a hundred feet above the ground. Just visible in the distance, a large hawk flew his way. With a seven-foot wingspan, the bird of prey deftly soared between the trees and came to rest on a nearby branch. A shiver ran along the hawk’s animal's body, stirring feathers. A few seconds later, a man stood in his place. "Your parents are looking for you," he said.

Sighing, Eric stood and, with arms crossed, leaned forward, against a limb. Narrowing his gaze, he glared at his friend.

Narlic put up both hands and grinned. "Don't shoot the messenger. You know how your mom gets at Solstice."

"I know." He pushed off the branch, shifted into his hybrid hawk form, and squatted onto his perch. His elongated, scaled feet wrapped around the limb, holding him securely. Feathers covered his body in place of the clothes he’d worn a moment before. His hawk eyes observed with increased sharpness; they noticed movement and details in the surroundings undetectable by his human eyes. One taloned hand reached high to grip another branch. He flexed his wings as much as he could in the tree. "I don't see the point of sitting around all night waiting for something that probably isn't going to happen. I'd rather be out flying."

"And miss your mother's cooking?"

Eric grinned. It was true. His mother did make all her best dishes at Solstice. That alone was worth sitting around and listening to her talk of more grandchildren. The smile left his face. His mother was the real reason he dreaded this day. Every year, she got her hopes up, believing they would find a mate. Every year, she was disappointed.

"You never know," Narlic continued. "This could be the year."

"It could." But he wasn't holding his breath. It would happen when it happened. Without another word, he stood and stepped off the branch, letting himself fall until he was clear to fly. With wings spread wide, he glided in the direction of home. Narlic followed behind in full hawk form.

Gradually, Eric began to see a smattering of nests—homes—spread throughout the trees. Most nests were basic, with few comforts. Enclosed, they provided adequate protection from the elements, including the high winds at the top of the canopy, but the interiors were often much like a real bird's nest. Beds and floors were made of twigs and straw. Demonics, like him, usually preferred to revel in their animal forms; they were always present, part of them. Angelics, like Narlic, were either one or the other. In animal form, very little of their human sides were present; they sought out the same nests and perches as their demonic counterparts. Once they returned to their human forms, they sought the safety and ease of access of homes near the ground. The forest floor and first twenty feet above were littered with these small houses, complete with real beds, fireplaces, and stairs.

His parents' home was a mixture of these two designs. Outside, it looked like most of the other nest homes in the trees. High in the canopy, it had no access apart from flight. Inside was a different story. It was filled with furniture, books, and hand-painted family pictures. There was a loft on top, filled with straw and twigs. It was the perfect merging of the two styles, a compromise their father made to their mother, to ease her transition. She’d been a full human before their mating. This world had been an adjustment for her. But that was a long time ago.

The smell of freshly baked bread and cooked vegetables caught his attention. He inhaled deeply and let the delicious scents ease his mind. Angling into a swoop, he pulled in his wings and set down on the platform by their door. The moment it was open, the magnitude of his mother's feast hit him. There were food trays on every flat surface. Some were layered over other trays to provide space for even more food. There were sweets, breads, and savory dishes of every color and type. Appearing from behind the partition separating the front from a small kitchenette, his mother carried yet another tray.

Eric grabbed the tray and looked around for somewhere to set it down. "Are we feeding the entire kettle this year, Mother?"

She smiled prettily and brushed a stray hair from her face. "We can't have Solstice without a feast."

Narlic entered the home in human form and took an appreciative breath before heading over to taste a little something from every food tray. Eric's mom shooed him away with a delighted smile. For all intents and purposes, Narlic was an adopted member of the family. Their human tendencies and habits put him at ease, and Eric's mom loved having people around. Truth be known, he even looked like one of the family, with tan-colored hair and hazel eyes. His hawk form, a full transformation instead of a hybrid, was also of the same coloring, indicative of the red-tailed hawk, whose spirit they all shared. Narlic inclined his head apologetically and started organizing the trays, but the moment her back was turned, he went back to sampling food.

"Sure, but you never make this much food," Eric went on. "I don't think even Narlic, Ephraim, and I can eat all this." While it was true they could eat a lot, this much food would last them for months, even when distributed to his other four siblings and their families.

"We need enough for your mates and their families," she said matter-of-factly before heading back to the kitchen.

Eric rolled his eyes and set the tray on top of two other dishes. "Mom …"

"Don't 'Mom' me. This is the year." She rinsed off a dirty pan and set it on a towel to dry, then moved on to the next one that needed cleaning.

"And what makes you think this year will be any different from the past three hundred?" Grabbing a towel, Eric started drying cleaned dishes and helping her put them away.

She stopped for a moment and looked at him. Her eyes glowed. "I can feel it. It's going to happen today. And you feel it, too." She poked him in the chest. "That's why you've been working so hard on your house. You finished it, didn't you?"

"Today," he reluctantly admitted, "but that doesn't mean anything. I've been working on it a long time. I had to finish eventually. The timing is just a coincidence."

His mother simply smiled and returned to rinsing dishes.

Eric felt a shiver run down his back. His gaze sharpened, but the room felt odd—real, yet not. He almost missed the dish his mother handed him. "Besides, it's not up to us," he said at last, shaking off the strange feeling. "It will happen when it’s meant to happen. Where are Ephraim and Dad?"

"Your father is getting more pumpkin seeds for my muffins. As for Ephraim, I saw him fly west a while ago. I hope he returns soon. It isn't good to be too far out on Solstice."

"I'll go find him," Eric promised and set down the towel. He needed some air, anyway. A flight would do him good. Besides, he had a feeling he knew where to find his energetic younger brother.

Eric flew low to avoid the strong crosswinds near the caves. Sure enough, he could hear his brother inside, yelling with excitement. The caves were a popular spot for young hawks; they tested their skills and courage by dropping into the caves from above, circling down, and flying back out the opening. It sounded easy. It was anything but easy. The caves were narrow, so there wasn't a lot of room for larger wingspans to spread. This meant that only younger, less experienced fliers could attempt it. Add to that the strong wind currents that swirled within and around the caves, and you had a very dangerous place to fly. But that didn't stop headstrong hawks like his brother who were drawn to the danger, excitement, and magnetic fields produced by the minerals in the cave rocks.

Walking carefully up to the opening, Eric looked in and called out to his brother. Most of his words were drowned out by the loud winds, but Ephraim felt his presence and looked up. "Come on in," he said aloud and telepathically.

Eric shook his head and motioned for Ephraim to come out. Circling around, he soared from the roof of the cave, landing gracefully next to Eric. "What's up?"

"Mom wants us both home. Solstice is about to start."

Ephraim nodded. "Alright, after this last jump."

Before Eric could stop him, Ephraim took a step back and fell into the cave again. He shook his head. Standing and waiting, he watched his brother circle a few times, fly up, and swoop to circle some more. "Come on," he prodded telepathically.

Ephraim gazed up and sighed, nodding. Circling for momentum, he started his ascent. His form was perfect. Suddenly, a gust of wind caught him off guard, knocking Ephraim into the side wall. His wing crumpled from the impact, and he fell, hitting several jutting rocks on the way down to the bottom of the cave. Eric watched helplessly as blood began to pool on the cave floor around his body and head. "Ephraim!" he yelled.

His brother moaned and shifted, but his eyes remained closed.