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Arthur Butt
is a graduate of Florida State University, former soldier, former police officer, former plant manager, now trying to live the good life in hot and humid Florida.

 

 

 

Prologue: Abra

 

Here on Earth, they called us Descenders because of the way the lights from our spaceships lit up the night when we descended on the planet at the brink of its extinction. We were their saviors, coming to rescue them from the bleakness their world had become. It was a time on Earth when the sun didn't shine, the oceans were lifeless, and most animals were extinct. A small human population survived by scratching out a meager existence from the remnants of what once was.

"What about the girl?" Astrid asked when I'd been silent too long. I stared at her a moment, noting the sadness in my sister's face. She was pregnant again, this time with her fourth child. Her first three had all died by the time they were three years old.

We left Planet Danu and came to Earth as part of an experiment to breed with the human race. We learned to mask our alien traits in order to blend in with the population. We took human mates. We bore half human children. And in all our years of pretending to be one of them, we became a little human ourselves.

"The girl will be born to human parents after the birth of your fifth son. She will be a hybrid." The look of confusion on Astrid's face was understandable. How could a human child be a hybrid? To us, to Descenders, a hybrid was the product of a Descender-human union.

"My fifth son?" My sister looked distraught. Too many of our children had died, and we hadn't signed up for such losses. We were mating with humans in order to improve their race while sustaining our own. But there was something wrong between the genes of Descenders and humans, and I had buried five of my own children alongside my sister's three. It wasn't supposed to be a hostile takeover, but where is the peace in burying your own children? It was a cost neither of us was willing to bear any longer. We might have given in to despair if not for the promise of the girl with the purple eyes. She would be the solution.

The girl appeared to me in a dream. She floated into my thoughts as if I'd conjured her, an answer to what I'd been so desperately seeking. She would be the one — a new branch on the evolutionary tree.

"She will be the first of her kind," I said aloud, "the first human to exhibit traits rivaling our own. Our children are not going to die anymore, Sister."

Some children inexplicably survived the inter-breeding, but only a select few. Our government, the Reformation Republic, wanted to continue no matter the cost. The general population believed the deaths were attributed to a plague, some microbial illness infecting the planet randomly. The government claimed to have no cure. But I discovered their lie, and then I stole it. I pulled the vial from my pocket. The clear, viscous liquid swirled in a case encrypted with the information we needed to save our children.

"So it's true then, they had the cure all along?" Astrid asked.

It was true. The knowledge of such a betrayal was the end of our allegiance to the Reformation. We spent some time inscribing the cure on all of the jewelry we had in our possession, symbols that would mean nothing to anyone else, but everything to us.

We began to form our plan. The Reformation required all children to join an Energy Crusade by the time they were eighteen. Such Crusades could last a lifetime and others, the more dangerous ones, could be much shorter. The higher the level of danger, the higher the energy payout, and energy was the only accepted currency on Earth. Astrid would become even more valuable to the Reformation. She would train Elite Crusaders, building an army under the very noses of those who had deceived us. With her help, I had faked my own death, leaving behind a husband who had no idea I was carrying our twins — the last children I would bear. As far as my government was concerned, I no longer existed. I would go underground and unite those who resisted the rule of the Descenders, biding my time until the girl came to us.

"How will I find her?" my sister asked, knowing we would soon have to part.

"You'll find her, Astrid. Find her parents. A son will be born to them first, in the season of the leaves, after the birth of the son you are carrying now. The girl will come during the second season of the sun following his birth."

"Is there another piece to this puzzle?" Astrid persisted. She knew, she could tell there was something else.

"She has another half," I admitted, unable to keep anything from my sister. I could see the girl would have a male by her side, her equal.

"Her brother?" Astrid asked.

"No." I shook my head. "Someone she loves and not like a brother. Without him, she will not become the girl we need. They are the future of this planet. Of our planet," I added, for I considered Earth my home. I thought for a moment, trying to see into the future. "He is a hybrid, and not by chance." He'd be bred as a hybrid, I felt certain of it. She would be the first of her kind, and he, one of the first of his to survive.

Together, they would breed the first of a new race. "My sons will be hybrids. One of them will complete her destiny." Astrid was quite sure of herself. She patted her swollen belly.

"My son will be a hybrid too. He will be raised to love this girl." I locked eyes with my sister. I could feel her inside my head, trying to see my visions firsthand.

I touched my forehead to hers and could see real tears in her eyes. It was time for us to part.

I hugged my sister tightly and kissed her tears away.

I wouldn't see her again for sixteen years.

 

Chapter One: Kaia

 

My dream was different this time. I didn't spend it chasing the white haired lady as I did most nights. Instead, a memory from my childhood surfaced, bringing a familiar face into my restless nights.

"Come on, Kaia!" a young Ajax Baal beckoned me. He was as I remembered him, five years old and full of life. I took his little hand in my own and followed him around the cliffs bordering the University. In the dream, I was seventeen just as I was in real life, but Ajax was still a little boy. I followed him down the path leading to the beach. The ocean crashed against the shore in wild spurts, spraying us with seawater.

"Follow me," he insisted, tugging my arm. The cliffs skirting the shore boasted ragged openings of various sizes. He squeezed through a small one, and despite my larger size, I was able to follow him. We were engulfed in darkness. I couldn't see my feet in front of me, but Ajax tightened his grip and we continued on. The darkness gave way to a dim light up ahead. We started to follow it, down passageways and over puddles of water as it moved at a steady pace some meters in front of us. At times we lost sight of it as the caves twisted and turned, but we'd find it again, and keep going. After what seemed like many hours of following the light, we came to a passageway containing a stream of water. It lapped against our shoes while the light danced ahead of us. Ajax started to walk into the water but I tugged his hand.

"Wait, I don't know if I want to go any further," I told him. My voice sounded small, like a little girl's, frightened and unsure.

"It's okay," Ajax soothed me, "I'll protect you." I trusted him and followed him into the water, even though it didn't make sense. He was only five and I was seventeen. I should have been the one to protect him.

The water got deeper and eventually we had to swim. Somehow, we could swim and hold hands at the same time. When the current became strong enough, we turned on our backs and let it carry us, keeping our physical connection all the while.

At last, we floated to shore at the edge of a great cavern. We began to walk, following the light, but the cavern seemed endless. There were people in there, busily going about their business and paying us no mind as we walked among them. Some worked at carving sleeping quarters out of the rock walls of the cavern; others stored food in the cool recesses branching off of the cavern itself. Furniture was shaped from boulders, the edges softening while human hands tamed their unwieldy curves.

"What is this place?" I whispered to Ajax, a knot of worry forming in my stomach. "Do these people live here?" In my dream, I either didn't remember the rumors of people living underground and off the Grids, or I didn't know about them at all. It appeared to me they were making the space livable, preparing for life away from the sun.

"It's as big as a University!" Ajax exclaimed next to me. The immense size of the cavern was enough to allow an army of people to live comfortably, and we were only seeing a part of it. I didn't know why the sight of it upset me, but the worry in my stomach grew. Ajax squeezed my hand as if he sensed the feeling, and with the gesture, a bit of my apprehension receded.

We walked farther and found ourselves outside once more. The walls of the cavern disappeared and we were on the beach again, but a different one, with towering cliffs and an enormous building perched several meters above our heads. Again, I let Ajax lead me as we made our way toward the structure.

The building was ancient. It was an old wooden behemoth built in the days before the Great Oil Wars. All the windows were shattered and the glass lay in jagged pieces at its base. We stepped carefully around it, trying to find an entrance, the shards of glass discouraging any thought of crawling through the windows. When we did find a door, it was half off its hinges and warped from the wet, salty air. Ajax began to push against it, but I tugged his hand, pulling him away.

"I don't want to go in there," I admitted, the unease inside of me inescapable now. Cold sweat trickled down my forehead.

"I'll protect you, Kai," the little boy, Ajax, said again, tightening his hold on my hand. Still, I hesitated. Despite the dilapidated state, there was something hopeful about the place. We could hear things from the interior of the building, the sound of people working, perhaps cleaning up the space. They were happy sounds, peaceful. The people inside were content.

"What if we don't find our way out again?" I asked, looking down into his big, blue eyes.

"It's okay," he assured me, "we're together." He shoved his shoulder against the door again and it gave way suddenly, causing him to stumble. He fell forward and though I tried to keep a firm grasp on his hand, I couldn't. The swiftness of his fall broke the connection between us and the dream ended. I sat up in bed, heart pounding as I tried to hold onto the dream, but it slipped through my memory like sand through a sieve. I couldn't hold it inside.

"Are you okay?" I heard my roommate mutter from the bed next to mine. Alize was used to my erratic dreams.

"Go back to sleep," I urged. There was a feeling inside of me, one I wanted desperately to remember. I hadn't dreamed of the white haired lady, but of someone else. I couldn't remember who it was who made my heart race with joy. The memory of it left me lonely, as if I'd lost something I loved, and the taste of saltwater lingered on my tongue.

* * * *

I am an Athlete for the Reformation Republic on Earth. And while I have traveled all over the world playing tennis, the Tennis Academy has been my home since I was six years old. It was hard to believe I was finally saying goodbye. We all dreamed of getting to go home one day, of finishing our endless time of training, but this end was only another beginning for me. I didn't believe my days of waking at dawn and working through most of the daylight hours were over just because I was going back to my home Grid.

I took my time packing my things. Everything I owned fit into the bag the Reformation had provided for this task. My roommate, Alize, watched glumly from her bed as I cleared out my half of the room we'd shared for the last year.

"You're only seventeen," she whined. I could see her eyes filling with tears. She never bothered to control her emotions.

"I have to go Alize. It's time."

"But you can stay another year!" she insisted. I nodded. Yes, I didn't have to start my Crusade until I was eighteen, but I could start it early, and I was ready to go. Alize understood this, knew she would not hesitate at the chance to leave the Academy herself, but her sorrow followed me as I left our room and made my way to the tennis courts without her. Last day or not, I still had to earn my energy for the Academy.

"Again, Kaia!" Coach Audrick Renier demanded from the sidelines as I went through my drills with a virtual partner. I swung around the court in my virtual tennis gear, hitting against an opponent who was supposed to be unbeatable. I had beaten the virtuals, however, even though they were designed by Descenders, and I was only human. My tennis racket felt like an extension of my left arm.

"Coach?" He hadn't noticed I'd completed the drill. "Your fingernails are glowing," I teased, drawing him out of his reverie. Instead of re-starting the exercise, he looked down at his hands. His fingernails were turning the gray-purple of his emotions, a color that conjured melancholy. My Coach rarely let his feelings show. He worked to control his Descender traits in the same way he taught me to hide some of my capabilities.

"Go wash up, you horrible girl," he chided me, pretending to be mad. As I watched, he reached out his hand, and one of the tennis balls left on the court flew into it. I held back a grin and pushed his inquisitive mind out of mine. It was one of the abilities he wanted me to conceal. Humans did not have the same control over their minds as Descenders did. Humans could not reach into the minds of those around them or stun another being with their raw energy. They were unaware when their own minds were invaded. But I could do and feel all of those things and more, facts my coach seemed determined to keep a secret. I couldn't call objects into my hands as easily as he could, but I was working on it.

I could see the faces of the other Athletes peeking through the gates. They were waiting for my practice to end so we could share a last meal together. I began to walk toward the gate, when Coach Renier called me back.

"Solar glasses, Kaia," he insisted. I turned and accepted them from his hands, giving a dutiful bow before moving off again. It was another rule he'd implemented; all Athletes must protect their eyes from sun up until sun down. Part of me knew he insisted on them because he didn't want people whispering about the girl with the purple eyes. I couldn't change the odd color of my eyes, but I didn't want to be whispered about and didn't protest the solar glasses too vocally.

My coach was especially careful about keeping me away from Commander Renier, the head of the Reformation Republic. The two of them were brothers, but Coach rarely mentioned their relation. I'd met the Commander once. He'd come to a match along with several other prominent members of the Reformation, all of them Descenders. As he sat in the stands surrounded by his advisers, they made no attempt to blend in with the mostly human audience. They let their energy show visibly, creating clouds of various colors like a force field surrounding them. Their hair stood on end in shades no human could ever grow naturally. Commander Renier's hair fanned about his head like a burning red sun. It was a display of power and intimidation, and the humans shrank away from them instinctively.

We had no warning the Commander would be present at the match, no inkling he had taken an interest me. Coach Renier hoped his visit was random and meant to show how important these matches were, and how vital it was for humans to strive to reach their full energy potential. He had no time to warn me about guarding my mind. I let it go blank while the Commander was in the stands, but the effort slowed me on the court. He latched his mind onto mine, probing and probing, but finding nothing. I shouldn't have been as guarded as I was, I should have relaxed and let some thoughts fill my mind, but I seized up, irrationally terrified of him.

Later, when all of the matches were over and Coach Renier had been summoned to speak with the Commander, my brother and I talked about the unexpected visit.

"What did he do to you?" Tiergan asked, his worry showing all over his face. We came to the Tennis Academy as very young children, me clinging to my older brother as if my life depended on it. Nearly ten years later, we were still each other's best friend.

"He tried to enter my mind," I admitted. Tiergan was my only confidant and after the Commander's visit, his protectiveness intensified. None of the other Athletes could get too close to me as long as he was near.

"What will he do to her?" Tiergan demanded of our coach the first chance he got.

"He won't do anything," Coach Renier answered calmly, though beneath the words, I sensed his worry too. His brother had questioned him about me and my coach was uneasy about it at the very least. He said nothing more about it, however, and Tiergan and I had no choice but to let it go.

* * * *

"Let's go, Kaia." Coach Renier stuck his head into our room in the wee hours of the morning on the day of my departure. I walked over to Alize and waited until she stood. Her blonde hair fell loosely around her shoulders and she shielded her face from our Coach. She wasn't just losing a roommate; her Coach was leaving too. I put a hand on Alize's shoulder and she put a hand on mine.

"Walk out with me." I squeezed her shoulder. She nodded and followed me into the hall where all the other Athletes had lined up, waiting to tell me goodbye. The weight of their emotions coursed through me as I stood there, momentarily stunned by the impact of their sadness. There were no comforting words I could say, no promises we'd see each other soon, because we all knew our Crusades would lead us to different places, and there was no way of knowing if any of our paths would cross again.

The hallway, a wide expanse with doors lining both sides, usually felt vast, but today felt suffocating filled with so many of my fellow Athletes. Their faces were somber, and I quickly hid my delight upon spying my parents, patiently waiting for me with all the others. They had just arrived in the Delphinus Grid to escort me home. I looked up at my father, whose pale eyes shone with a joyous light. He was a big man with light brown hair and hazel eyes. My mother appeared tiny against his large frame. They tried to appear gloomy too, as if leaving the Tennis Academy was cause for sadness, but my father couldn't mask the way his eyes crinkled in happiness. My heart soared at the sight.

Coach Renier cast a steely glance at the Athletes in the hall. They immediately sprang into action, forming orderly lines along the hallway, their backs against the walls, allowing easy passage for me and my family. As we began our trek through the dormitory, the Athletes bowed to me as I passed. I wouldn't be human if the sight didn't touch me, making me want to reach out and touch each and every one of them in turn. Instead, I bowed to them in return, and as I passed, I gave silent thanks for the friendships I had formed there.
Until we meet again
. I sent the message out as a counterbalance to the torrent of emotions following me as I exited the Academy. I hoped the sentiment would fill the hallway and their hearts as they remembered all of the time we'd spent training together.
Until we meet again
. I wanted it to be true.

My father put a hand on my shoulder as we stepped into the sunlight.

"You're sure about this?" his deep voice reverberated in the still morning air. Around us, the air was heavy with the heat, though the sun had risen a mere hour ago. It was odd not to hear the sounds of the tennis courts, the players warming up or going through their drills. My departure had given them a brief reprieve, but I was sure they were heading to the courts as quickly as I passed them in the hallways, and soon the sounds of tennis would fill the air again. I stole a quick glance at my coach whose face was, as always, unreadable. I couldn't guess what he wanted me to do. I didn't need to look at my mother. I knew, could feel, what was in her heart.

"I'm not about to turn down Professor Baal," I informed him. He already knew I wouldn't, knew I wanted to leave. I was tired. I'd been playing tennis at the Academy since I was six years old, a long time to be away from home.

Until Tiergan left the Tennis Academy, one year ago, I had never been apart from my brother, not even for a day. This past year without Tiergan had been the loneliest of my life. I looked to my brother for everything; he was my friend and protector, my tennis partner and mentor. I had hoped to meet up with him again at University, but it was not to be. I begged him not to be so darn great at everything and to wait for me so we could be Crusaders together.

"Kaia," he laughed, brushing aside my fears, "It's time for us to be apart. You have to make your own way in the world, step out from my shadow. Just be ready to take your chances when they come." My eyes burned with tears the day he left, but still, I was allowed no respite. I had to play tennis. I had to earn my energy.

Now, I was heading to the University back home to train with Professor Baal, the most acclaimed Teacher on the planet. She was more than a Professor to me, however. The Baal family had lived across from ours since before I was born. Tiergan and I grew up with their sons, and I had no memories from home that didn't involve both of our families. The Baal family also felt like home to me. But as a Teacher, Professor Baal demanded excellence from those she trained. Her Crusaders were the finest in the world, and she only accepted those who were willing to train extensively with weapons, and to fight if called into battle for the Reformation. Being accepted on her team was an enormous honor. She had accepted Tiergan before me, and he trained so well under her direction, he had already graduated as an Elite and was gone from the University, off with his team of Crusaders on the Planet Danu. In fact, he trained with both of Professor Baal's sons, Cadmus and Ajax, which left no one from home to join me at the University. While I was extremely grateful for the opportunity, I couldn't help feeling resentment because Astrid Baal had let the three of them train together and left me out. Ajax was not even a year older than I; only months separated our births, and I should have been allowed to train with them, too.

I pushed those thoughts aside as I climbed into the zwitter craft provided by the University for our travel. It ran on solar-hydrogen power and could reach speeds of up to five hundred kilometers per hour. My mother and I took the two seats in the back, while my coach settled into the seat next to my father, who sat in the navigator's position. He pulled the dome-like cover over our heads and locked it down, making sure we were strapped in before allowing the vehicle to hover.

"Rest up, Kaia. This might be your only chance." I laid my head on my mother's shoulder and breathed deeply. She smelled like home, a mixture of ocean and sunshine. Even at hyper speed we would be traveling for a while to get to the Orion Grid, and I was expected in Professor Baal's office right away. I was nervous about seeing her and anxious about following in my brother's footsteps. These thoughts pressed against me while the landscape sped by. I let my thoughts drift as I watched the earth spin away below me.

The effects of the Oil Wars were evident as the Earth flashed before my eyes in a patchwork of ruin and rebirth. Here and there, the ravages of a long, hard-fought war were still evident as scars upon the land. Collapsed buildings, fallen factories, and burned-out neighborhoods contrasted starkly with a new world foraged from the remains of unimaginable devastation.

There were no more working factories as were once abundant on Earth. Grids sprang up around Universities or Athlete Academies whose buildings were restored from those once housing similar functions. Around them, homes were either retrofitted from remains, or built anew from sustainable, natural materials like bamboo, or adobe, or anything else readily manipulated by human hands. Wherever you chose to make your home, you had the responsibility of sustaining it, providing energy for your family and the Grid, and for growing some of your own food. Every person was responsible for sustaining his own existence. As I watched the world hurtle by outside the zwitter, I closed my eyes against the worry and allowed myself to relax in my parents' presence. My mother talked softly, telling me little things about our neighbors in the Grid, or news about Tiergan. It was just idle chatter to help me relax, and it worked. My eyes fluttered open as the zwitter slowed, coming to rest outside my childhood home.

The University was at the center of the Orion Grid, and the neighborhood fanned out from there, like spokes on a wheel. My parents had built our house, rather than salvaging an existing pre-war structure. Its rounded, earthen walls were capped with a living roof. The plants trailed down and continually threatened to cover the solarized windows, while the garden surrounding the house was somewhat wild looking, but provided food and beauty. It spilled over into the neighboring homes, and their gardens spilled into others, until they all blended together, one after the other, row upon row, the color and lushness broken only by the homes interspersed among them. Wildflowers and indigenous plants took root haphazardly, filling in empty spaces where roads had once been. There was a look of disarray to it I found refreshing after the order of the Tennis Academy, where the gardens were kept in perfect order, just like the Athletes.

We exited the craft and stretched our legs. With a brief bow to my parents, Coach Renier hopped into the navigator's seat and the zwitter rose off the ground.

"A few minutes, Kaia, and then report to Professor Baal." He pointed at my solar glasses and I immediately put them on as he sped away. He was always on me about those glasses, always trying to keep me hidden. Just when I thought I would be free of solar glasses and virtual tennis players, he announced he would be my coach at the University.

My parents ushered me inside and allowed me to freshen up in the bathroom. I could tell they were hovering around me and feeling anxious, but I couldn't put my finger on what was worrying them. They were good at guarding their feelings when they wanted to. What I longed to do was roam around the house, lie in my childhood bed, and breathe in all of the smells of home. I wanted to run next door, visit my neighbor, and shout out to the Grid I was home. Where was everybody? Where was my neighbor? Surely he should be here to greet me, right? They offered no answers and I felt hurried, but didn't fret too much, feeling I would have time for everything later, time to visit and time to get acquainted with my home again. With these thoughts I began to walk, flanked by my parents, toward the University.

Not much more than a kilometer from our home, Tiergan and I had spent endless hours roaming the campus with the Baal brothers. As we approached, I could see the Energy Field, and my mother squeezed my hand. Made from a combination of recycled materials, like old rubber tires left behind after the wars, it encircled the entire campus. Energy Fields such as these were common to every Grid, providing a means for inhabitants to earn energy, or to punish consumers who failed to meet their energy requirements and needed to work off their debts. This particular Field was a functional bicycle track that became active as bicycles were set in motion, and was just one way to produce energy for an account.

Virtual Guards now surrounded the Field. They stood on the outside of the track, about a meter apart, all the way around, kilometer after kilometer, as far as the eye could see. This was now a well-guarded University. With the rise of the Resistance, those who resisted the rule of the Descenders on Earth, and along with it, a campaign of sabotage against the government, it became increasingly necessary to guard places where Elite Crusaders trained.

The guards were imposing. They each stood about the same height, nearly two meters tall, and wore full body armor, a mixture of Kevlar and Titanium. The suits were blindingly white in the afternoon sun. Where their faces should be, Virtual Guards wore solarized masks, nearly all black and featureless so you could never mistake a moment of humanity in them. They had no humanity. They were simply energy, poured into armor.

My stomach filled with butterflies. I told myself I had nothing to worry about. I was a world class Athlete, but here, I would be just another Student. I had to prove I was worthy of the Elite Crusade I'd been accepted on.

My parents slowed their pace and then stopped all together. My father touched my arm and I met his eyes.

"This is as far as we're going," he informed me softly. My stomach clenched.

"Professor Baal would like you to meet with her on your own," my mother added. Her shoulder length, auburn hair fluttered just a bit around her face in the afternoon breeze. Her green eyes showed some sadness, but her expression said there was no room for negotiation. They had brought me this far, but now I needed to go on without them. I stood up straighter and squared my shoulders. I took a deep breath.

"Okay." I looked each of them in the eyes. I could do this. I could do anything — I was going to live at home with my parents again. I hugged them both tightly and then turned to face the Guards. As I approached, one of them turned its head toward me slowly. It was eerie how the faceless mask appeared to stare right through me. I felt the air grow thick around me. The Guards emitted an energy barrier, and if I were to try and cross without permission, I would be electrocuted at the very least. I held up my arm, allowing the inside of my wrist to show. My fingers balled into a fist while I waited for the mask to read the information implanted in me. It was my identification. A moment later, I felt the barrier retreat. The Guard lowered his head to me, bowing as I passed. Then all the other Guards began bowing as well. One by one they lowered their heads, and even though I could only see a portion of the field, I knew they would all lower their heads for me. I was an Athlete. They had to show me respect.

I waited several moments as the bicycle riders whizzed past. When there was a lull, I sprinted across the track and its sponge like surface and headed for the food science building. I'd entered at the northwest end of campus, not far from my destination. The building itself was situated against a hill. Behind it stretched the greenhouses of the hydroponic farms, row upon row of crops grown without the use of soil. Silence greeted me as I pushed open the doors and stepped inside. A hallway branched off to my left lined with Teacher offices. To my right, a staircase led to the food labs on the second floor. I was tempted to head upstairs and explore the labs while I willed my heart to be calm. Instead, I stood a few moments in front of Professor Baal's office and tried to collect myself. Just this morning I was at the Tennis Academy. Last night, I'd played my last tennis match for the Re

formation. Now, a new chapter of my life was about to begin. I took a deep breath, gave a short knock, and opened the door.