Insynn by Loren Walker

Author:Loren Walker [Walker, Loren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, science fiction, technology, flying ships
Publisher: Loren Walker
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Before she left for the southeast coast of Osha, Sydel memorized the train route, the transfer station mid-way, the route to the hospital, and Theron’s room number and exact location. The journey took sixteen hours. She slept, she read about infectious disease, she meditated, she stared out of the window and ate little. It was the first time in a very long while that she had been alone. So strange, and a little frightening.

In the washroom, she stared at her reflection, and ran her hand over her short hair. It still jarred her sometimes to not feel the old heavy braids, but it was even more copper in regrowth, she noted. Her eyes were clear, her skin darker. She looked tired, but older. Closer to her own age, maybe. Maybe more formidable.

She kept her gloves on, even when they burned, even when she slept. She couldn’t stop thinking about the Insynn rush with Emir. Before, when it happened with CaLarca, she had seen into the woman’s past. But this felt like the future. In the hazy vision of Emir’s fall, the man’s beard was whiter, his body more frail. She hadn’t encountered anything like it since leaving the family behind; why was it returning now?

Finally, West Lea Hospital. Her reflection in every corner of the mirrored elevator. When the doors opened to the sixth floor, the first thing she saw was green braids: CaLarca, standing guard in front of a hospital suite, her head turning in Sydel’s direction.

Sydel was shocked. CaLarca was involved with this? Emotions twisted in her chest: anger, confusion, sadness.

“Sydel,” CaLarca said with surprise. “You're here.”

“Yes."

Then Sydel didn’t know what to say.

Thankfully, the door behind CaLarca opened. Phaira emerged, running a hand through her blue hair, noting CaLarca's confused expression, and turning with wide eyes to catch sight of Sydel.

For a moment, Sydel thought the woman was going to cry. There were bruises along her neck, under her eye, and scratches across her forearms and throat. Stunned, Sydel had the sudden impulse to connect via Eko and ask Phaira what was wrong. It took effort to hold herself back, to greet Phaira out loud. “Hello again.”

“I didn’t - I wasn’t expecting you to come,” Phaira stammered.

Sydel smiled. “Of course I came.”

“Wait, where’s Emir?” A blonde woman emerged behind Phaira; her arms crossed, her hair coiled in a messy bun.

“I'm Emir's apprentice. I’m - I'm Sydel Shovann Asanto.” It was strange to say the surnames of her mother and father. She was known as just Sydel for most of her life. But now things were different.

"I'm very capable of caring for Theron Sava in place of Emir," she continued. "He was unable to come."

“You came here by yourself?” CaLarca chimed in.

“Is that a problem?” Sydel said, a little more sharply than she intended.

No one spoke. Finally the blonde woman pushed a Lissome into Sydel’s hand. The medical charts, in projected, pixelated form. Relieved at the acceptance, Sydel skimmed the contents. A stab wound to the back had punctured Theron’s left lung.

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