The Failsafe Prophecies by Samantha Lucas Page A

me and I do hope just the beginning of the
adventure. Amy, from sitting out at Disney with me, listening to me
brainstorm, to your skilled editing, I honestly could not have done
this without you. You took my raw ideas and helped me pull a
fantastic story from them. Your comments and suggestions were so
spot on and helped make this book strong, compelling, and
wonderful. I thank you so much.
     
    Writing a book always gives you a lot
to think about, to take stock of, and writing this one really
helped me remember just how very blessed I am and how very much I
love writing. Now here’s to the next nine, may each one be better
than the last! - Samantha
     
     

The Seven Kingdoms
    A Tales of Elethiya Serial
    The Failsafe Prophecies ~
Season 1 Episode 1
     
     
    Samantha Lucas
    Copyright © 2015
     
     
     

Chapter One
     
    In the space between unconscious and
awake there is only silence.
    Rigo’s heartbeat echoed in that
silence. He heard the breath enter his lungs and leave. Soon there
was a strange distorted ricochet before the sound of children
laughing entered the vortex and before his vision returned to
him.
    In the time it took for him to take a
breath, all his senses were back on line, the heavy scent of the
flowers, the sounds of running water and laughter. He was in a
garden, pink trees everywhere, a small lake and a concrete path
circling it. There were couples walking around the lake hand in
hand, some on cell phones, kids playing, a man sitting on a bench
working with a tablet. He recalled the sound of children laughing
that he’d heard just before re-entering time and space.
    He didn’t have time to sort out the
disorientation before a loud crack split the air. In that break he
saw the first roahn-ami appear, and knew why he’d been called to
the area.
    A human shaped figure, so black in
color it would suck out the light of whatever was near it. Its ears
were pointed like a cat. Its eyes, they weren’t eyes. They were two
egg shaped pockets of white light that allowed it to find its
target. They had wings and could fly, but most often, now for
instance, their wings were tucked into sleeves in their backs,
completely out of view. They could still levitate above most
humans, hanging in the air above them like death.
    The sweet scent that always
accompanied them rivaled the florals. Rigo had come to hate that
scent to the point it sickened him. The roahn-ami had only one
purpose, to steal the souls of anything it could, and drag those
souls to the darkness.
    He scanned the area and found the
roahn-ami’s target at the same time the demon locked on.
    He had no idea what she’d
done to elicit such a powerful enemy, but it was his job to make
certain the roahn-ami did not succeed. She wore jeans and a yellow tee and had
her long blonde hair pulled back in a band at the base of her neck.
She was bent over a pale purple rose and completely oblivious to
her pending danger.
    He began to run, only taking a few
steps before the lion buried deep within him came roaring to the
surface. Two human feet hitting the pavement turned into four paws.
He felt the power surge, the wind rushing through his long black
mane. Everything he was became fiercely primal as he charged
towards the beast and its intended prey.
    He arrived at her the same time as the
roahn-ami. She stood now, staring into nothingness. She didn’t
notice his presence running towards her, nor the shape behind her.
That told him all he needed to know.
    She was already in the
darkness.
    Trapped between two worlds, the battle
for her soul would be won or lost by a demon and a
shifter.
    The roahn-ami were incredibly agile,
feminine in their movements, and able to achieve speeds the eye
could not follow. This one used its power to pull the girl’s soul
from her body. Standing behind her, its hands directed the energy
through her body, out her back, and into one of the containers it
wore on its belt, the only article of clothing worn by the
roahn-ami.
    Rigo pushed