The Guardian's Code E-Book

T. S. Valmond

• Herausgeber: T.S. Valmond
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Serie: The Bolaji Empire
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Seitenzahl: 201

Beschreibung

She’s no little mermaid, she’s a shapeshifter, who dreams of being a musketeer.

Zehra wants to be a member of that Royal Imperial Guard more than anything in the world. Only one thing stands in her way: the gauntlet challenge. 

If she’s to succeed in joining her family’s legacy she must defeat a challenger blindfolded in the gauntlet's final test in front of her family, her crush, and the Emperor himself. What’s so hard about that?

Zehra just happens to be the first Majiwa to be born deaf. But, something inside of her has changed. She’s able to do something no one else has ever done before. 

When a mysterious group of aliens arrives in the name of peace Zehra has more than just a bad feeling about them. She’ll be forced to put everything on the line to save the royal family before it’s too late.

If you like hero-origin tales with diverse characters you'll enjoy Zehra's story on Bolaji.

Buy The Guardian’s Code and learn just what a deaf mermaid can do!

Leseprobe

THE GUARDIAN'S CODE

THE BOLAJI EMPIRE SERIES BOOK ONE

T. S. VALMOND

CONTENTS

Also by T. S. Valmond

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

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

What Next?

Acknowledgments

About the Author

THE GUARDIAN’S CODE

The Bolaji Empire Series Book One

T.S. Valmond

Copyright © 2018 by T.S. Valmond. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, businesses, events or locales is purely coincidental. Reproduction in whole or part of this publication without express written consent is strictly prohibited.

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ALSO BY T. S. VALMOND

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for my deaf heroes

In silence there is power and

the strength of will is a war cry.

PROLOGUE

THE GUARDIAN’S KEEP

No one dreams of having a disabled child. My parents were no exception. Like many of my kind, I remember nothing of the day of my birth. However, I’ve got the screening my oldest brother took on that day. It's painful to watch but every year, my parents insist on viewing all of our birthing days. Mine is the only one that makes my mother cry.

It rained that day. As the rain poured down against the surface of the ocean above our heads, it darkened everything. My eldest brother used the light on his vid recorder to take in everything around him.

The vid jostled in his unsteady hands as he tried to focus on my mother’s straining face. The waves lapped against her stiffened form. The last baby is supposed to be the easiest, at least that’s what my mother believed. If my youngest older brother had been the last, it would have been true. This entire pregnancy had been more difficult than all the others combined.

My father held onto her waist from behind to keep her steady. The two younger of my older brothers were busy wrestling in the water, changing themselves at will from their aquatic forms to walkers, wrapping their respective fins and legs around each other. My father barked out a warning for the third time.

“If you two don’t stop with that right now, you’re going to the surface and I'll ground you for a week.”

My father's stern expression and warning tone was enough to keep both boys in check most days. Today, however, both boys could be heard groaning just out of view.

When my mother’s contractions doubled her over again, my father lost focus on the two boys and returned his attention to my mother.

“I need more light. I can hardly see anything through the lens,” Iskender said.

My father ordered the two younger boys to stand on opposite sides of him, holding lights for my eldest brother’s recorder.

Everything came into focus, including my mother’s discomfort. She groaned against the pains.

“This isn’t right,” she said between her teeth. “You need to get someone, we need help. Something’s wrong.”

It took my father less than a minute to process her words before he swam off toward help, my brother’s lens picking up his turquoise tail fin disappearing into the dark of the water. Iskender, duty-bound to care for his mother in his father’s absence, passed off the vid recorder to the next in line, Garen. He held onto his light and the recorder now.

The recorder focused again on my mother and Iskender. Garen wasn’t as good with the vid as our older brother. He hadn't learned yet to look through the lens to make sure it was in focus or capturing enough of the picture. During this time, the vid was in and out of focus on my mother’s belly, the shape of it contorting and changing with the movement on the inside.

When my father returned, he had brought someone with him. The older Majiwa had graying hair at his temples and the colorful blue ombre at the top. The younger with him had pale pink skin and green ombre colors flowing through her waist-length hair she kept half tied back at the nape of her neck. My father took the place of Iskender, holding my mother while the other two held a consultation about what to do for her. She was crying out in pain now.

My brothers were dumbstruck at the idea that things weren’t going according to plan and had ceased fighting. They gathered at the sides of my eldest brother who still held the recorder.

“The child is facing the wrong way. Her birth cannot proceed without help.” The doctor gave a nod to the assistant.

“Shall I prepare your tools?” the assistant asked, her face the picture of calm regardless of the difficult birth.

“Yes. Are you sure you want your sons to be here for this?” he asked my father.

Iskender panned the recorder to his face and waited for his response.

“I think so, yes. We all need to be here for her,” he said, looking each boy in the eye.

The recorder moved up and down when Iskender gave his agreement.

With a nod from the doctor, he and his assistant continued. The assistant pulled out the tools necessary to extract the baby from inside. My father helped turn my mother over to give the doctor clear access to where the baby was due to emerge. A small slit in her fin contracted every minute, but it wouldn't be large enough for a baby to fit through. He used the tools that the assistant passed him to widen the opening, then reached inside up to his wrists

He pulled a small, jelly-covered figure out and handed it to the assistant. The doctor used his tools to repair the damage to my mother's fin. The seawater around them clouded with birthing fluid. It cleared as the others used their fins to push the birth water away from them. The assistant used her hands to clear the jelly from the baby’s face, body, and mouth. My face came into view for the first time. Iskender swung the recorder around toward the family's faces, documenting their reactions. The younger boys held looks of horror and disgust and had retreated from the scene. My father’s relief was clear as he held on to my weak and tired mother, who floated with her eyes closed for the moment.

I squirmed in the hands of the assistant and she hurried to pass me off to my parents. The natural love that all parents have the moment their children are born reflected on my parents’ faces. Although the boys had tried to leave, father demanded they return to proceed with the ceremony. After the first song was sung, I would be named.

They returned but with no little groaning and complaining. They gathered, one on each side of my parents, and joined fingers, holding me between them. Iskender held the recorder up to their happy faces. My father opened his mouth to sing joined by his sons and my mother. They jostled me between them to encourage me to sing my first song. When no song came from my lips, both my parents looked down to see if there was something wrong. Iskender also moved forward and focused the recorder on my small, innocent face, oblivious to the problem that concerned the others.

They tried a second time, then a third, to elicit a song from me. Nothing. The doctor and his assistant had been standing to one side, watching the event, but now he stepped forward. He took me from my mother’s arms and held me up, examining each part of me as I stared back, wide-eyed but silent.

The doctor held two fingers in front of my face and snapped them. When I blinked, he moved on to the next test. He held me up for the assistant. Once she had me in her hands, the doctor moved out of visual range and used his voice to send out a sonic scream. The camera jostled in Iskender’s hands as he caught the others grabbing their ears in pain while I continued to stare, unaffected.

Yes, there was definitely something wrong. No Majiwa child sustained their first sonic scream without cries of their own. I hadn’t flinched at the sound while it repelled the others backwards. Iskender pulled back from my motionless face to catch the expressions on everyone else’s. My parents wore identical shocked and horrified expressions and shook their heads in denial while the doctor said the four words that changed their lives forever.

“This child cannot hear.”

My name is Zehra Lu Morens. I'm the first Majiwa to be born deaf and this is my story.

1

THE GUARDIAN’S KEEP

When Zehra entered her first year of the Guardian’s Keep training, she had already endured the worst of her kind’s criticisms and torments. From primary education to now, she’d been teased, tricked, and underestimated by everyone around her. It taught her a valuable lesson early on: trust no one outside the family and work twice as hard for every achievement.

The training school for the Royal Imperial Guard only accepted the best because only the best would graduate and complete the final test. In the years after the Unification, the Empire chose only the best graduates for the job. They were the only ones trusted enough to care for the royal family. Anyone else with an inclination for being a guardian who failed the final exams were assigned to other security jobs in the private sector.

With an entire family who had served in the royal house, Zehra had a legacy to live up to. It was bad enough being the first and only deaf Majiwa. She wouldn't compound that by being the first to fail the guardianship exams. Zehra’s family had become a living legend at the Guardian’s Keep. Her father and mother had both been members of the royal Imperial guard when they met. Their oldest two sons had been admitted to the Guardian’s Keep and passed their exams in record time. They were already in service at the palace of Ishola where the Emperor and his family lived.

This year began like many of the others, with jostling students trying to gain favor with their instructors for any kind of gain in the final exams. Zehra’s year began with a clear disadvantage. Her teachers already hated her.

None of them had ever taught a deaf child before since she was the first deaf person of her kind. Being half Terojoro and half Majiwa should have been a great advantage—no other species on the planet could shape shift like the Majiwa and the Terojoro were a species with highly developed sight and hearing. The irony wasn't lost on her and Zehra had to endure the shame of only receiving half of her genetic inheritance.

Despite her disadvantages, Zehra exceeded her peers in academics. She viewed her first year at the Guardian's Keep as another school in which she would be able to make herself stand out. Her youngest older brother was in his second year and would take his final exam this year, hoping to join the rest of their brothers at the Ishola palace. Zehra assumed having her older brother at the Keep with her would be helpful.

It wasn’t.

Her older brother Alewar didn’t like being second to the youngest. He always had a problem with how much attention Zehra received compared to him. Things only got worse at The Guardian’s Keep. He'd made a new friend and Zehra gained a new enemy.

When Zehra arrived at the Guardian’s Keep, she was so excited to see her brother. She went straight to the upperclassmen dorms. He’d come home every day last year entertaining them with stories about new techniques he’d learned. Now, she would be just a year behind him and experiencing it with him.

Alewar chose to live in the dorms with the rest of the upperclassmen. It was disappointing to see there were no bodies of water nearby. Zehra noted the closest lake or river was two miles away. It was a long distance for a Majiwa to trek just to relax in her natural form. She wondered how Alewar did it. Determined to ask him that and a million other questions, she set off for his room.

The dorms were full of excited students bustling from one end to the other. Since they were divided into east and west wings, she had to ask for directions multiple times to find her brother’s room. She watched girls and boys rushing to get to the Keep before their classes started. Many of them smiled or openly stared at her, but none stopped to ask her questions. When at last she found the room with the correct numbers, she knocked and waited for Alewar to answer. She tried again and still nothing.

A tall boy with yellow hair and a large GK patch on his vest pushed her aside to open the door. Before she could get his attention, the door slammed in her face. Zehra lifted her hand to knock but the door swung open before she could. It was Alewar looking like he’d just been swimming.

“Hi, I’m here. I’m so excited. Are you excited?” Zehra signed to him.

“No, don’t come here. This is my dorm. Underclassmen aren't allowed here and you’re not supposed to be here. Go away.” Alewar swung the door closed in her face for the second time.

Her heart sank. Alewar wasn't her closest brother. In fact, they fought more than they got along. She'd hoped for a warmer reception and at least some help from him. Without him, how was she going to make new friends and communicate with her teachers? She’d been expecting him to at least help her get settled into her new classes. He could have at least introduced her to the teachers and explained to them how to work with her as her other brothers had done. Instead, she had to run to get to class or be late. And once she got there, she’d have to figure out some way to explain her special circumstances on her own.

Zehra reached her first class on time, panting with a light sheen of sweat on her brow. She had less than a minute to meet with her teacher. She typed out a note on her school tablet and held it up for her first teacher Mrs. Clarimond to read. The teacher had thankfully already projected her name in bold letters on the wall behind her. Mrs. Clarimond glanced at the tablet and, with a frown, took it from her, placing it on the desk. Zehra tried to get the teacher’s attention, but the woman remained focused on something else on her own communicator. Instead of responding to her, she waved her off and pointed towards the back of the class.

This was a disaster. If her teacher didn't understand that she was deaf, things would only get worse. Zehra dragged her stiff legs to the back of the class, knowing it was a mistake. She'd never sat in the back of a class in her life. From her seat, she had no way of communicating with the teacher. Mrs. Clarimond, however, hadn’t given her much choice.

Class began and Mrs. Clarimond spoke to the students, asking questions. The students were raising their hands and responding to her. Zehra could feel the anxiety of the moment rising in her tight throat. Her stiff legs were bouncing with nerves and her eyes darted from one side to the other, trying to figure out which student was speaking. Maybe if she could see someone close to her respond, she might catch something from their lips, although with new people it was extremely difficult. A boy in the row next to her raised his hands. The teacher must have called on him. He spoke but Zehra couldn't understand his speech patterns and knew no more about what they saying than before.

Mrs. Clarimond was suddenly looking at Zehra with confusion and said something. Zehra didn’t understand and shook her head. She tried again, this time her face contorted in anger, and the other students turned to look at the student causing the teacher so much stress on the first day. Zehra looked around for help but found no familiar faces among the students. No one understood why she wasn't answering the teacher's questions.

There was only one thing left to do. Zehra stood up from her desk and watched as her teacher slammed both hands down on hers. Zehra felt the reverberation under her feet but she continued moving with measured steps toward the teacher's desk. She kept her eyes lowered to the floor. When she reached the desk, Zehra held up two hands and put one fist to her chest and bowed her head in the sign of respect.

It was enough to get Mrs. Clarimond's attention and for Zehra to reach for her specialized tablet she’d been trying to give her earlier. Zehra used slow, fluid movements to highlight the text on the device and it spoke out loud for the teacher to hear.

"Good morning, Mrs. Clarimond. I'm deaf. I cannot hear you. It is best if I sit in the front in order to follow the lesson and I may need someone to help me take notes."

Zehra didn't know what the voice on the tablet sounded like. Her family explained that it was unnatural and that it often took new people a moment to get used to it.

Regret passed over Mrs. Clarimond's face and she apologized, making exaggerated movements of her hands and mouth. The teacher had the red skin tone of the Karmirians. She raised her hands palms forward and put her fists to her chest as Zehra had done. With a quick gesture, she displaced the student closest to Zehra's old desk. Pointing, she gestured for Zehra to sit in the student’s place.

Relieved that the worst was over, Zehra sighed. Mrs. Clarimond struggled a moment to recover, so rattled by their exchange, she picked up her communicator, held up a finger and walked out, closing the door behind her. The energy in the room changed as many of the students realized they had a classmate that differed greatly from themselves. A few of them tried to speak to her as if she could hear them but she shook her head.

A pale white hand the color of snow reached over and tapped her on the right shoulder. She looked over and into the eyes of a girl with white skin and long white hair. The tips of her fingers and the tips of her ears were lavender.

She lifted her hands and used the sign language of the Majiwa.

“Is it true, are you deaf?” she asked.

“Yes, I am. How do you know the language of my people?” Zehra asked. Her heart lifted at the sight of the ancient signs flying off of a stranger's hands.

“I’ve always been fascinated with your race. But from your features, I can see you are not only Majiwa but also Terojoro. Am I correct?” the young girl asked.

“Exactly, I think you’re the first person to recognize the features without me telling them. What is your name?” Zehra asked.

“My name is Marina, and you?”

“My name is Zehra, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Mrs. Clarimond returned, looking even more frazzled and frustrated than she had before. She seemed at a loss at what to do and how to proceed. The class sat in silence, waiting for her to begin.

Zehra’s new friend, Marina, raised her hand and spoke to the teacher. Then she turned to Zehra and explained what she’d asked.

“I asked Mrs. Clarimond if it was all right for me to sign to you during the lesson anything you might have missed. This way we'll have permission to sign during class.”

Both girls turned to the teacher and waited for her response. With a visible sigh of relief, Mrs. Clarimond nodded. Finally, the lesson began. Marina turned to Zehra, looking very satisfied with herself, and smiled.

“We’re going to have so much fun in this class, you have no idea," Marina said with a wink.

“Sorry, to be rude, but I have to ask. Why did you choose to be a guard? You don’t look like the kind of girl who wants to be a guard. You're so...” Zehra couldn't think of the word and ended up just moving her hand in a circular motion.

Marina giggled then covered her mouth with her hand to stop the sound so the teacher wouldn’t catch on to their topic of conversation.

“No, it’s okay, what’s a short girl with no muscle mass and major fashion doing here?" She put a hand in her hair and tossed it behind her. "I understand. To be honest, I’m here because there’s a boy I like and he'll be a guard. I thought the easiest way to be near him was to join the guard.”

Not the brightest idea, Zehra thought. However, when she considered Iskander's friend Rue, she realized it wasn't a crazy idea. Rue was part Isholan with large white wings and exotic dark eyes and hair. Zehra considered him to be the most handsome guard in the palace. He served in the palace with her oldest brother Iskander. If it wasn't for her family's legacy, she believed she'd still want to be a royal guard in order to serve near him. She couldn’t wait to get to the palace and for Rue to see her in her uniform. Then he'd finally see she was more than his best friend's baby sister.

2

THE GUARDIAN’S KEEP

“Tough day?” her mother signed as Zehra came in the door that afternoon.

Zehra had come home hoping to swim in the depths of their pool, following it out to the river and back until she'd released the tension in her overworked muscles. Her mother had caught her coming in the door, so she answered, dropping her pack on the floor and slumping down in the nearest chair.

“Horrible, my teachers hate me.”

Her mother nodded but didn’t seem surprised as she took the chair across from her.