Justice Buried (Starbright: A Dystopian Romance of Mystery and Myth Book 1) by Hilary Thompson

Author:Hilary Thompson [Thompson, Hilary]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Hilary L Thompson
Published: 2014-01-12T23:00:00+00:00

It has long been our city’s belief that the other peoples of earth vanished completely during the Sickness. However, in hoping for the future of our children, we should never cease searching for survivors. The end of a civilization and a culture is never something to wish for, and in giving up hope that these people exist, we are opening the doors to a foggy sort of evil.

From Personal Journal of First Leader Firene

Published after her death, year 2170

I sit impatiently through my classes, largely ignoring everyone, my foot nervously twitching and my fingers tapping a crazy rhythm on the table. At lunch, I ditch Isa and make for the door. Lexan grabs my arm and pulls me to an empty table.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I have to go back there and make sure he’s okay. What if Aitan knows about him?”

“Trea, you’re acting crazy. If someone’s watching you, the last thing you want to do is go to that room in the middle of the day! If they don’t know now, that would certainly tip them off.”

I glare at him, but he’s right. I have to wait and trust that Stian will be okay.

I see Isa looking at me from across the room. She raises both hands in question. I shake my head and turn back to Lexan, a fake smile on my face.

“Guess I’ll hang out with you then, babe.”

He rolls his eyes at me. “So, are we going to train with Brenn today or go visit your new friend?”

“Both,” I say, deciding that second. “I don’t want to skip any more training. We’ll stay with Brenn until the evening ministry is over and people are heading home for dinner. That’s when I usually go, anyways.”

“How often do you visit him?”

“I try to go most days, if I can get away. That’s what I always did before, when I just went there to meditate.” I don’t mean to sound defensive.

“So you trust him that much?”

I look down at my hands on the table, nodding. “He’s a good person, I think.”

Lexan is quiet for a few minutes. I wonder when he will guess the truth. I think probably he will be able to tell from Stian’s eyes when he looks at me.

By the end of training that night, I am soaked in sweat and happily exhausted. Brenn’s teaching and my dedication have together turned me into a fighter – I’m still weakly-muscled and vastly inexperienced, but I feel a new power each time I block a punch, connect a kick, or hurl a knife to the center of my target. I can easily see why Brenn was so good at training protectors. Lexan has improved too; his arrows dependably fly true, and he wrestles me to the floor each time we fight. He still won’t hit me, but his blocking has become better as he moves to avoid my fists and feet.

In only two short weeks, our sessions have moved from learning to practicing.

I clean myself in the changing room, then Lexan and I hurry through back hallways to the Ministration Room.

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