Earth Child (Romance Novels of The Fae Realm)

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Romance Novels of the Fae Realm

 

Earth Child

 

 

 

Rosemary Green

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About the Author

Rosemary Green Lives in Rogers, Arkansas with her husband and three children. Rosemary is following her passion for writing while finishing her Bachelor's degree in English.  Her exciting and descriptive Sci-Fi Romance novels are appropriate for all ages.

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Table Of Contents
Preface

 

Earth Child

            Alexa Kassabrov always knew she was adopted.  She looked nothing like her parent, Richard and Nancy.  Lately she has been haunted by dreams of a woman running through the woods, fleeing some sort of evil and hoping to escape with her life.  Deep down Alexa knows this woman is her birth mother, her life forfeited by whatever was chasing her.

            Alexa’s dreams aren’t the only thing that has changed recently.  Everywhere she goes, it feels like someone is watching her.  Anxious and on edge, Alexa’s paranoia starts to get the better of her until one Saturday morning she meets Cerus.  Dressed like a business mogul in the small town of Pineville, MO, he immediately stands out.  Tall and muscular and pale as silvery moonlight, Alexa is instantly drawn to this mysterious man.

            Cerus is a protector, a member of the Royal Ceffyl Gard, it is his job to keep Alexa safe.  She isn’t your average teenager.  Soon Alexa finds out that she’s half-human, half-fae and the direct descendant of Mother Earth.  Not only that, but the fae realm is divided by those who want to keep nature in balance, and those who would use the power of nature for dark and immoral purposes.  The Shadow Fae.

            Now with Cerus’ help Alexa must claim her rightful place on the Earth Throne, defeat the nefarious Shadow Fae and bring peace to the fae realm.  She is the Earth Child, the one to bring balance to the realms.  Can she do it?  Can she find a way to balance her human life and her fae life?

Chapter 1   
Who is Watching Me?
 

 

            I awoke in the night with a positive sensation.  I was not alone in the room.  In the black stillness I lay there waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.  Carefully I sat up in bed and looked around.  Everything seemed as it should be.  My dresser drawer half open, clothes scattered across the floor and bean bag chair.  My desk littered with books and crumbled wads of paper; unacceptable drafts of my World History report.  With a groan I glanced at my alarm clock.  3:00 am.  Ugh.  I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to wipe away the feelings of unease.  Settling into the folds of my blankets I lay there with my eyes half open trying to think of nothing so I could go back to sleep.  My mind has always been on overdrive, it’s hard for me to settle down.  Just as my eyelids start to droop, I feel it.  There’s a breeze in my room.  The hot humid air blows over my cheek again, stirring the hairs around my face.  Wide awake now I sit up and turn more fully to the window.  The Strawberry Shortcake curtains I’ve has since I was five softly move in the breeze.  I never sleep with my window open.  Especially not with the high humidity that Southern Missouri is known for.

            Slowly, I slide out of bed and quietly tip toed toward my window.  With shaking hands I pull the curtains apart and gaze upon the dimly lit yard.  The non- threatening bushes and trees give off a more menacing feeling in the eerie yellow fluorescent from the back porch light.  I can’t see anything, but it’s too quiet.  The crickets and cicadas temporarily silence their cacophony of noise sensing a greater danger in the shadows.  Opening the window I lean out into the unremarkable backyard.  On the deck there is the barbeque grill, a patio table and chairs, and steps down to the grass which gives way to the woods.

            “Hello?” I whisper to the darkness.

            Out of the corner of my eye I see something move along the edge of the forest.  Startled I pull away from the window and forcefully slam it closed, quickly reaching out to lock it and close the curtains.  Slowly the crickets resume their soft chirrup, and the normal sounds of the night return.  I crawl into my bed, pull the blankets over my head and try to will morning into coming.

            When I finally do wake up, it’s already mid- morning.  The sun is shining brightly through the crack in the curtains.  With a groan I roll out of bed and stumble, still half asleep into the bathroom.  I have never been a morning person.  I think it’s because I have such a hard time falling asleep, that once I do, I don’t like to wake up or be woken up before I’m ready.  But, today is Saturday, my shift at the Fotohut starts at noon, so I go through the motions of making myself presentable.

            After a quick shower I put on jeans, a t-shirt, and my tennis shoes.  They’re big and clunky and probably not the most stylish, but since I stand for my job they are very functional and comfortable so I wear them anyway.  I hardly ever wear make-up, but I take care of my face.  I can’t function without my cleanser, moisturizer and face sunscreen.  There is sunscreen in my body lotion too.  I don’t do well in the sun.  My fair skin doesn’t tan; it burns, so I always take precautions.

            In my opinion the rest of me is normal.  I have a normal size nose, normal lips, and a normal chin.  My eyes are a deep green.  Sometimes they look blue.  My hair is a deep auburn.  Sometimes it looks brown.  I keep it long, but don’t like having hair in my face so it’s always up in a pony-tail or a lose bun.  I’m not too tall and not too short.  I have curves in the right places, but I am also strong.  Have you ever stared at your reflection so long that you start to see someone else?  Sometimes I do this, and feel like I don’t belong where I am.  I just sigh and shake my head and don’t think about it for too long.  If you ask someone to describe me they might say that I was pretty.  I would say pretty average or pretty normal or pretty boring.

            The proof of my average, unremarkable, boring appearance you ask?  I’m a senior in high school and the only boy to ever bother to spend time with me was Sam.  I don’t really count him though.  He is my best friend.  When we were both seven, we had our tonsils out.  His bed was next to mine in the hospital.  The first time I saw him, his mother was trying to convince him that orange popsicles were just as good as red and promising him that if he ate it, his throat would feel better.  Sam is stubborn though, and he hates orange popsicles.  After a while she left to go get a drink and something to eat in the cafeteria.  I hopped out of bed to trade my red Popsicle for his orange one.  We’ve been best friends ever since.

            Sam is tall, probably close to six feet, maybe taller.  He has big brown eyes and sandy blonde hair.  He’s skinny, but by no means a weakling.  Instead he has those long lean muscles like you see on runners or swimmers.  He is a pretty low key dresser also.  He usually wears jeans or cargo shorts and a t-shirt.  The one thing he always has with him, rain, snow, sun, tornado or whatever is his Navy messenger bag.  Not navy as in the color, but Navy as in the branch of the military.  He bought it when he was 10 from the Army/Navy surplus store.  He thinks it’s cool.  I just kind of roll my eyes at him and go with it.  His bag always contains the following, what Sam calls essentials; leather bound journal, a pen, a camera, extra batteries, a baseball hat, and gum.  Of course the bag will hold other items from time to time, but these are always there.  After he finished his Eagle Scout our sophomore year he added flint, steel, and a one of those super tools that combine pliers, pocket knife, screwdriver and other miscellaneous tools.  If said tool was ever found on his person at school it would result in his immediate expulsion.  Zero tolerance was a good thing at times.  Other times we all think it’s stupid.

            See that is one of the things I love about Sam.  A lot of kids our age think things like scouting is dumb.  They’d rather spend an afternoon at the mall than outside hiking in the woods.  Not Sam.  He loves being outdoors almost as much as I do.  Almost every weekend we go hiking or floating, or anything just to be outside.

            Scooping up my bag and a light sweatshirt I stomp down the stairs and head toward the kitchen.  With school almost out, it is getting too hot to wear the sweatshirt outside, but the air conditioner at the Fotohut is always on full blast, and it can get a little cold there.  I can see my dad in the yard.  He’s pulling the lawnmower from the front lawn to the back.  Most Saturdays he’s either doing yard work or washing his car.  Our yard is flat enough and big enough to warrant a riding lawn mower but Dad insists on the traditional push mower.  He considers it his exercise.  Two summers ago he broke down and bought a self-propelled one so even though he still walks behind the mower, it is considerably less strenuous.  My mom is sitting outside on the deck reading the newspaper and drinking some orange juice.

            They’re not really my parents.  Richard and Nancy Kassabrov were not able to have their own children.  When I was three I was adopted.  They say that children that young don’t usually remember their life before adoption.  I could remember bits and pieces though.  Every now and then I would dream about a woman with white blonde hair and leaf green eyes.  She is always running from something.  Sometimes she is carrying me in her arms, other times she is alone.  She is scared of something behind her, something that is determined to catch her.  This threat is never seen, but the undeniable menace is felt with a strong almost overpowering presence.  Somewhere deep inside I knew that she was my real mother.  When I dream of her I get the feeling that she doesn’t belong to this world either.

            Last month was my birthday.   I turned eighteen.  Richard and Nancy sat me down in the living room to tell me I was adopted.  I kind of figured that out already though.  Richard and Nancy were both short and round.  They also had olive skin, dark eyes and dark hair.  The world of genetics is mysterious and unique, but looking at them and looking at me, there was no way I could be a product of their genetic make-up.  They wanted me to decide if, now that I was old enough, I wanted to find my birth parents.

            Looking into their eyes I could see how much it hurt to ask me that.  They loved me, but they were terrified that if I found my real parents I would leave them.  I thought of the face of the woman in my dreams.  Part of me longed to know who she was.  But then I remember her fear and her running.  I didn’t have to look.  I know she is dead.  Richard and Nancy are my parents and nothing, not even genetics would change that.  Opening the sliding door, I stepped out onto the deck and slunked into an empty chair.

            “Good morning, sweetheart” she greets me with a smile, “are you working today?”

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