Immortal Wars: The Summoning Part 29 #fiction #throwback

(Previously on Immortal Wars.)

(Again, we shall revel in my teenage originality.  Everyone groan in unison.)

Disclaimer: Immortal Wars was the book I came up with and wrote in high school.  I hadn’t even hit college by the time I wrote the first two books.  That means I hadn’t developed my style yet, wasn’t good at self-editing, and the story was fairly basic. So, you’ve been warned that this is the ultimate author throwback segment for my blog and will show my author origins.  FYI-  I put the first book (The Summoning) through a Print-on-Demand publisher and the second one (Light, Blood, & Tears) never saw the light of day.  Enjoy!

The weary Mars guardian has slept for four sweet, silent hours.  The intense workouts he has been putting himself through for the past week have made him extremely tired.  Before he went to sleep he was surprised that he made it back to his room without collapsing in the dark hallway.  As soon as his head hit the soft pillows, Fate fell into a deep sleep.  He would have gladly stayed in his personal dreamland if not for a very persistent, uninvited guest.

“Come on, Eddie.  Rise and try to shine.  Open up your eyes and start moving.  Well, at least prove that you’re still alive by doing something,” whispers Miracle while she repeatedly pokes him in his shoulder.  When her boyfriend doesn’t react to her constant poking, she resorts to other, more drastic, means.  She picks up a nearby pitcher of freezing cold water and dumps it on Fate’s head.

“Hey!” exclaims a soaking wet Mars guardian as he jumps out of bed.  Miracle starts giggling and creates a big towel for Fate.  The towel feels very soft and is blue instead of a simple, dull pink like her first illusions.  Miracle’s solid illusions have become much more realistic and it is getting harder to tell them apart from the real thing.  If Fate hadn’t watched her create it, he would have thought the towel was real.

“Sorry about the rude awakening,” laughs Miracle.  She gets a dry uniform for Fate from the floating uniform capsule and tosses it to him.  Fate takes the fresh clothes and walks into the small bathroom.

“I’ll just bet you are,” mumbles Fate while drying his hair.

“It’s not my fault you sleep like a corpse. I wouldn’t have been forced to drench you if you had woken up when I first called your name.”

“I don’t usually sleep like that, but I was up late training again.  Now, what is so damn important that it couldn’t wait three more hours?”  After he leaves the bathroom, the towel disappears when he crumples it into a ball and drops it on the floor.

“I did some massive file checking and found some very interesting information on our previously mysterious enemies.  We should look over the files before today’s training exercises begin.  The whole know thy enemy thing.”  Miracle walks over to Fate and puts his headband on her head.  She looks at herself in a full-length mirror while Fate pulls his red boots on.  He watches as Miracle does her best imitation of Hydrana in order to get a smile out of him.

“Do you want to keep it?  I really don’t like the way it looks on me.”

“No thanks.  It clashes with the rest of my outfit.  Maybe if it was pure white instead of light blue.”

“Just put it back in the cylinder and tell me what you found out,” says Fate, whose patience is wearing thin.  Miracle swiftly takes off the headband and tosses it back into the uniform cylinder.  She gives Fate a playful kiss on his nose as she walks past him.  Fate can’t help but smile at Miracle’s affectionate and innocent actions.

“I’ll tell you about the bad guys on the way to breakfast,” whispers Miracle.  Before Fate can say anything else, she grabs him by the arm and yanks him out the door.

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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6 Responses to Immortal Wars: The Summoning Part 29 #fiction #throwback

  1. L. Marie says:

    Looking forward to that conversation, though I wonder if they will run into trouble on the way to breakfast. And I wonder if anyone was listening in on their conversation in the room.

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  2. I hope they make it to breakfast so that miracle can tell us all about the bad guys.

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