Alora: The Wander-Jewel by Tamie Dearen

Author:Tamie Dearen
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: romance, fantasy, young adult, coming of age, urban fantasy
Publisher: Tamie Dearen
Published: 2014-11-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

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“Uhmm... Kaevin?” asked Beth in a tremulous voice. “Are they going to kill us?”

“Huh?”

Alora opened her eyes, clamping her elbows with Kaevin and Beth against a bout of vertigo. They were in a forest camp, and two men stood close by with drawn blades. How did we get here? I didn’t even try to transport.

“Kaevin!” said a boy she recognized as the one who’d been crying out in the forest. “What are you doing here?”

“Kaevin?” a voice spoke from the ground behind Jireo.

“Father!” Kaevin slipped his arm away from Alora, rushing to kneel by his father. “You’re hurt!”

Alora stood, stunned, surveying their surroundings. Kaevin’s father looked exactly like an older, broader version of Kaevin. Even his long brown hair looked the same, but his beard was fuller and fine lines creased his handsome weathered face. His eyes crinkled when he smiled. Or was that a grimace? He was sitting on the ground with a white rag wrapped around his shoulder. It was stained red, with fresh blood.

The two men guarding them could not have looked more different from each other. One was huge—at least six feet four inches, and built like a tree trunk. His dark curly hair bounced as he paced back and forth, his eyes never leaving their group. The other was a little taller than Alora, with a slim muscular build. His longish, blond hair was fine and straight, emphasizing a thin pointed nose and sharp cheekbones. Everyone else in the camp appeared frozen in place, watching the proceedings, like some bizarre game of freeze-tag.

“I’m fine,” Kaevin’s father answered. “It’s nothing.”

“Is this why you were crying?” Kaevin asked Jireo. “Because my father was injured?”

“Arista’s been kidnapped by Vindrake’s men,” Kaevin’s father answered his question. “How did you know something had happened?”

“I heard it,” Kaevin said. “When Jireo yelled, I heard it and I felt it too. And then Alora accidentally transported us. Well the first time, it was an accident. Actually, I intended to take us to a practice place this time, so this transport was an accident as well.”

“I don’t understand your meaning.” His father frowned, either from confusion or pain.

“The important part is I’m here. I came to help Jireo, and my friends came to help as well.”

“Uhmm, can they put those knives away, now?” asked Wesley.

“He has weapons,” the burly man objected. “And his eyes are blue.”

“These are my friends, Morvaen,” Kaevin explained, “and eye color doesn’t mean anything in Montana. Wesley. Beth. Alora. That’s Morvaen, and this is Nordamen. He’s the chief shaman I was speaking of, the one who might have some answers for us.”

Kaevin’s father nodded at Morvaen and Nordamen, who lowered their knives while keeping wary eyes on Wesley.

“Can I look at your shoulder?” asked Beth, coming forward with her medical kit. “I’m Beth, and I’m an EMT. Well, I’m not officially licensed or anything, but I took all the classes to be an EMT.”

“I’m Kaevin’s father, Graely,” he said, wincing as she took the bandage off his shoulder. “What’s an eemtee?”

“She’s an apprentice healer, Father.

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