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Authors: Denise L. Wyant
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informed him otherwise. After he finished coughing and gagging, he started the chant to cast his portal. The air molecules rippled, creating a door-sized opening.
“What the – could your timing be any worse?!” Arikk stomped his foot, looking more like a petulant three-year-old than a nearly three-hundred-year-old immortal. An unconscious woman jammed his escape portal. Mother, now is not the time to meddle in my love life! Besides, you of all people know the Peacekeepers don’t allow us to marry. He wasted no time yanking the woman out only to have the portal shimmer and then dissipate with a pop like a champagne bottle being uncorked. Did you hear me, mother? I’m in the middle of battle here. Of course, now his mother ignored his barbs. He didn’t doubt she would bother him at a more inconvenient time.
Eyes the color of avocados slowly opened and stared at him through tangled copper hair. He felt a calmness overcome his battle fevered mind. Tasha . He watched as she struggled to her feet and brushed the dirt from her stretchy running pants. He knew what was coming next: Tasha in his arms.
“Let me tell you, Sunshine, you picked a fine time to drop in. I’ve been trying to give those pesky Riishanuaps the slip.” He returned her embrace, taking a moment to bury his face in her hair. She always smelled like apple pie with a hint of cinnamon. Inhaling and expanding his lungs to their fullest, Arikk reveled in her intoxicating scent. He never tired of her visits; she was the sunshine in his depressing world. Placing a chaste kiss on the top of her head, he stepped back to survey their dismal surroundings.
“You mean you haven’t used any of your wizard tricks to make those Riish – whatever demons go poof?” When he didn’t respond, she explained, “You know, vanish, disappear into thin air. What about that magical sword of yours, no good decapitations of late?”
He could see Tasha studying his face. Did she notice the bags under his eyes? More than likely. They had been there for days. It had been weeks since he had at least eight hours of uninterrupted shut-eye. Arikk tried to relax the grim set of his jaw; Tasha was looking out for his well-being. However, too much evil existed in his world for him to be jovial and unconcerned. And to get a decent night’s sleep.
His brain tingled as his mother opened their psychic connection. Please, mother, not now. You have the worst timing! I appreciate your sending Tasha to me, but I didn’t call her for a reason. He turned his back to Tasha so she wouldn’t see the emotions that would surely be playing across his face like the latest blockbuster movie. Chatting with his mother tended to make him look a bit demented.
Yes, my son, you need to hear this. Tasha is worried about you. She won’t nag you about your health, but I certainly can. You look like you fight more than you eat or sleep. You are going to need her help to get through this.
Arikk walked a couple of steps away from Tasha, while rolling his eyes at his mother’s lecture.
Look, son, here’s my point: You have neglected to mention to Tasha that you are an immortal. She is worried about you and afraid that it wouldn’t be difficult to kill you in your current state.
A warm hand squeezed his shoulder, interrupting his mother’s lecture. “Everything ok?”
Relaxing his clenched fists, his brain felt empty, signaling his mother was leaving him alone for now. Arikk pasted a smile on his face. “Yes, everything is fine. Just a bit preoccupied.”
Her smile was hesitant, but nonetheless warmed his very core. “Right. So, where are we this time and what’s the threat?”
“We’re in what remains of San Diego – no longer the land of fun and sun. Specifically, the Convention Center constructed in the late 1980s.” Arikk pushed up his shirtsleeve, checking his wrist-mounted computer. “It’s June 40, 2113, at 44:23 and chaos rules.”
“Wait just a minute, June now has 40 days? How
“What the – could your timing be any worse?!” Arikk stomped his foot, looking more like a petulant three-year-old than a nearly three-hundred-year-old immortal. An unconscious woman jammed his escape portal. Mother, now is not the time to meddle in my love life! Besides, you of all people know the Peacekeepers don’t allow us to marry. He wasted no time yanking the woman out only to have the portal shimmer and then dissipate with a pop like a champagne bottle being uncorked. Did you hear me, mother? I’m in the middle of battle here. Of course, now his mother ignored his barbs. He didn’t doubt she would bother him at a more inconvenient time.
Eyes the color of avocados slowly opened and stared at him through tangled copper hair. He felt a calmness overcome his battle fevered mind. Tasha . He watched as she struggled to her feet and brushed the dirt from her stretchy running pants. He knew what was coming next: Tasha in his arms.
“Let me tell you, Sunshine, you picked a fine time to drop in. I’ve been trying to give those pesky Riishanuaps the slip.” He returned her embrace, taking a moment to bury his face in her hair. She always smelled like apple pie with a hint of cinnamon. Inhaling and expanding his lungs to their fullest, Arikk reveled in her intoxicating scent. He never tired of her visits; she was the sunshine in his depressing world. Placing a chaste kiss on the top of her head, he stepped back to survey their dismal surroundings.
“You mean you haven’t used any of your wizard tricks to make those Riish – whatever demons go poof?” When he didn’t respond, she explained, “You know, vanish, disappear into thin air. What about that magical sword of yours, no good decapitations of late?”
He could see Tasha studying his face. Did she notice the bags under his eyes? More than likely. They had been there for days. It had been weeks since he had at least eight hours of uninterrupted shut-eye. Arikk tried to relax the grim set of his jaw; Tasha was looking out for his well-being. However, too much evil existed in his world for him to be jovial and unconcerned. And to get a decent night’s sleep.
His brain tingled as his mother opened their psychic connection. Please, mother, not now. You have the worst timing! I appreciate your sending Tasha to me, but I didn’t call her for a reason. He turned his back to Tasha so she wouldn’t see the emotions that would surely be playing across his face like the latest blockbuster movie. Chatting with his mother tended to make him look a bit demented.
Yes, my son, you need to hear this. Tasha is worried about you. She won’t nag you about your health, but I certainly can. You look like you fight more than you eat or sleep. You are going to need her help to get through this.
Arikk walked a couple of steps away from Tasha, while rolling his eyes at his mother’s lecture.
Look, son, here’s my point: You have neglected to mention to Tasha that you are an immortal. She is worried about you and afraid that it wouldn’t be difficult to kill you in your current state.
A warm hand squeezed his shoulder, interrupting his mother’s lecture. “Everything ok?”
Relaxing his clenched fists, his brain felt empty, signaling his mother was leaving him alone for now. Arikk pasted a smile on his face. “Yes, everything is fine. Just a bit preoccupied.”
Her smile was hesitant, but nonetheless warmed his very core. “Right. So, where are we this time and what’s the threat?”
“We’re in what remains of San Diego – no longer the land of fun and sun. Specifically, the Convention Center constructed in the late 1980s.” Arikk pushed up his shirtsleeve, checking his wrist-mounted computer. “It’s June 40, 2113, at 44:23 and chaos rules.”
“Wait just a minute, June now has 40 days? How
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