Out of Shadow: An Epic YA Fantasy Adventure (Roots of Creation Book 1)

by Jason Hamilton

  Out of Shadow

  Roots of Creation Book 1

  Jason Hamilton

  Story Hobby Media

  Copyright © 2018 by Jason Hamilton

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  Jason Hamilton

  www.jasonleehamilton.com

  Story Hobby Media

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  To my dad, who gave me a love of storytelling long before I could read and has been a loving supporter of my work since day one.

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  Heroes are never born...

  Before Jak became a hero, a horrible secret surrounded her birth. Witness the beginning of that secret as we follow her father while he searches for his wife, and finds more than he could possibly imaginea.

  Now he's faced with a choice. Follow orders, or turn against his comrades. What will he do when his wife's safety is on the line?

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  Contents

  The Prequel

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Epilogue

  The Prequel

  Author’s Note

  About the Author

  Also by Jason Hamilton

  1

  Jak couldn’t move.

  Her breathing increased, and she tried to bring her arms to her sides, to push herself out of bed. Her arms stayed where they were.

  What was going on? Why couldn’t she move or see anything? Was she dead? She tried to thrash about, to move anything, even a finger, but nothing worked. She could still feel herself in her bed, presumably still in her father’s small hut on the outskirts of Riverbrook. Of course she was, how could she have been moved in the night, that made no sense. Besides, she thought she could still hear the bleating of their sheep outside. She struggled to move once more, with no result.

  A low rumble shook the room around her, and she stopped all efforts to move. Someone was there, inside the room. She could feel it. She could sense it.

  She tried to speak, to call for her father, for anyone, but she couldn’t. Try as she might, she couldn’t even get her lips to part. She must be dead, that was the only explanation. But no, she was still breathing, but her chest moving up and down was the only movement she felt. Well, that and the beating of her heart, which felt like it was shaking her body by now.

  The rumble came again. It shook the bed she slept in and rattled her bones. Was it an earthquake? Surely her father would feel that and come for her. But no, it didn’t feel exactly like an earthquake. She’d felt those before, this close to the mountains. This rumble rose and fell. Wait! Jak’s mind began to catch up with her. Those were words hidden in the low vibrations. Deep and powerful, but there.

  “IS IT YOU?” was all she could make out.

  “Me, what?” Only after the words came out of her mouth did she realize that she could speak again. She almost laughed out loud with joy. But before she could call for her father, the vice-like darkness pressed into her again.

  “YOU ARE A CHILD OF SHADOW. ARE YOU THE ONE?”

  “I’m just Jak.” She was suddenly curious, despite the terrifying force that accompanied the voice. “I’m no one.”

  The voice growled. Not quite like an animal, but not quite human either. Then with a suddenness that took Jak by surprise, the dark force left her. Her eyes immediately began to make out details in the room, though the light from outside was not strong. Even better, she felt her arms and legs move at her command.

  Instantly she was up and out of her bed, sprinting for the door to tell her father…

  But what exactly should she tell him? That there was an intruder in the home? And that that intruder had kept her from moving or seeing anything? Even now, thinking about it, and looking around her, it seemed silly. She must have just had a nightmare or something, and mistook it for real life. There was no one here.

  She walked to the front door and confirmed the lock was still engaged. She didn’t need to bother her father with this.

  The dream had probably come from all the stress she was feeling for the upcoming Branding. Yeah that had to be it. A Gifter was in town to give all eligible young people their brand, the magic power they would carry for the rest of their lives. No Gifter had entered Riverbrook in years, and Jak was finally old enough. She loved brands! She spared a glance for the journal that lay beside her bed. It held everything she had ever learned on all the brands. She knew each line by heart.

  Nevertheless, the Branding was not only the most exciting, but simultaneously the most stressful thing to happen to Jak in her life. Just thinking about it made Jak hurry to get her breath of fresh air.

  Slipping her boots on, she tiptoed outside. Even at sixteen, her father didn’t approve of her leaving the house before he awoke. He was ridiculously worried about her like that. He didn’t even let her go into town on her own yet. She was old enough, and all of her friends were allowed to go into town. In a small village of less than a hundred people, where everyone knew everyone, what possible danger could she get into? So she did her best not to make any noise. Regardless, she needed some fresh air, and to wash her sweating face.

  Light had appeared in the east, though still faint. She grabbed a bucket and used the faint light to guide her to the nearby brook that gave the local township its name, and also provided water for farmers and livestock, including her father’s herd of sheep.

  Upon reaching the brook, she bent down to pick up a handful of water, sipped gently, then used the rest to wash her face. The brook was cold to the touch, coming from the snow-covered peaks to the south. It was nearly spring, and the brook was finally starting to fill with water.

  Jak pulled up her heavy, dark hair into a bun, careful not to cover the deep red streak that ran from her right temple to the tips of her hair. No one had hair like her and it was at least something that made her a little special in this tiny town. Though it was just about the only thing that made her special. She avoided twisting her finger in the streak, like she was prone to do when she was nervous. Her father said she got it from her mother, though he wouldn’t say more on that subject. Jak had never met her mother. Apparently she had gone off into the mountains shortly after Jak was born and never came back.

  She set about dipping her bu
cket into the brook. The sun was just beginning to light the sky and she could faintly make out her surroundings. But…something was strange. The brook lay in front of her, but beyond it, closer to the mountains, she thought she saw a dark figure stalking the way near the foothills. She squinted, dread filling her stomach once again. Was there someone out there? Had her nightmare been real after all?

  What if her experience had been caused by one of those demons she kept hearing about? She had heard that rogue Gifters sometimes created small armies of demons, though she had trouble believing it. Who would intentionally mutate a human like that?

  Her father, who had an unusual knowledge of outsider things, always said there was some truth to rumors. So she peered intently at the far-off shape. But she blinked, and it was gone. Hesitant, Jak could feel a chill settling back into her spine. But no, it was probably a trick of the morning light anyway. She still couldn’t see much. Besides, demons would have...eaten her or something, if that had been the problem. She didn’t have a scratch on her, so it couldn’t have been demons. It must have been a nightmare. Best to just get on with her chores. Feeling slightly comforted, but still uneasy, she collected her bucket and turned back to the house.

  Returning from the brook, she paused. Something bothered her and she still couldn’t figure out what. Wait a minute, she couldn’t hear the sound of any animals. The sheep were always making some kind of noise, and Grettle, their sheep dog, was usually awake as well. Just now, there was nothing, no evidence of life, not even the morning songbirds.

  Curious, she diverted her course to the sheep pen. Perhaps they were all still asleep for some reason. Maybe she had just been too far away to hear anything. As she approached, though, nothing stirred. Upon arriving, she finally saw why. The bucket of water fell to the ground, forgotten as her hands cupped her mouth in shock.

  All of the sheep were dead.

  Not only were they dead, but they had been slaughtered. Entrails lay all over, and blood coated their fleeces. So much blood! More than a sheep could hold! It mixed with the mud, pooling and dripping down the slight incline towards the gate. Towards her!

  A wild beast, no, several wild beasts must have come here in the night. They had left nothing alive.

  Breathing hard, she slipped in the mud as she turned to run as fast as she could to the house, the pale of water still lying on the ground.

  “Father!” she shouted as she approached the house. “Father, the sheep!”

  She raced through the door and already her father was awake and out of his room with a knife in hand. That knife was never too far away from him. He carried it everywhere and always left it on his bed-side table at night. He held it now, unsheathed.

  “What is it?” he asked, urgently. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine,” she panted, having forgotten her nightmare. “It’s the sheep, they’re…” but at that moment, something jumped from her stomach to her throat, and she rushed back outside to vomit. Not much came out, she hadn’t eaten anything yet. But that didn’t stop her from heaving and coughing.

  Her father put on his boots in an instant and stepped outside.

  “Stay close to me,” he said as she wiped bits of bile from her lips.

  “I don’t know if I want to go back there…”

  “Stay. Close,” he said again, slowly with emphasis. It was not a suggestion.

  Jak said no more. She wanted to protest his overprotective nature. She always wanted to protest that. But perhaps this time he was right. Something was out there, something that had slaughtered all their livestock. The last place she wanted to be was away from her father’s side.

  They approached the pen, and Jak heard her father take several deep breaths.

  “What was it, wolves?” Jak asked. It was the first explanation that came to her mind. Wolves had never been a huge problem near Riverbrook, but they were known to take a sheep or two, when they could catch one alone. But a slaughter of this magnitude…

  “No wolves could do this.” Her father growled. “This was something worse. Did you see anything else?”

  Jak shook her head. “Nothing. I went to the brook to collect water and when I got back I…”

  “What is it?” her father asked, looking down at her.

  “There was something,” she said finally, looking back at the house. “I woke up this morning and couldn’t see or move. I thought it was just a nightmare, but then out towards the mountains, I thought I saw a dark shape. It wasn’t an animal though, it walked on two feet. But I couldn’t see much more than that.”

  “This nightmare of yours, did anything speak to you?”

  Jak met his eyes, surprised that he had guessed. But then again, he knew a lot more than she. “Yes,” she replied, looking at her feet. “I almost couldn’t make it out, but I think I heard the words ‘is it you?’ from...something. It didn’t talk like a person.”

  Rael swore under his breath. “Come!” he said, almost harshly. He never raised his voice at her, even when he was angry. Jak did as commanded, not daring to question him when he was in this kind of mood.

  Once they were back in the house, her father told her to get ready to leave. They were going into town. That was fine, they had planned to go there today anyway, for the Branding. Despite everything that had happened in these short morning hours, hopefully they were still going. It was the only day that the Gifter would be here for the next two or three years. She didn’t want to wait any longer.

  Thankfully Britta and Sandy, their two horses, were still alive. Whatever had killed the sheep had stayed away from the stables. From the way they stamped their feet and shifted from side to side, Jak could tell that they had been spooked though. They understood that something horrible had just happened.

  After calming them down, Jak helped bridle and attach the horses to their wagon. As she brought them around the house, she saw her father carrying several barrels of grain in the air with his brand of Telekinesis. She marveled as she watched his magic at work, the brand on his left hand glowing with the effort. He placed them on the wagon and went back inside to get more, calling on Jak to help as well. Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she did as instructed.

  “Are we taking all of the food?” she asked her father. Her mind was starting to race. What did this mean? Were they leaving the house for good?

  “I don’t know exactly what we’ll do next,” her father replied. “But we’ll be staying in the town tonight. Perhaps Naman and his wife will let us sleep on their floor.”

  Staying? In Riverbrook! She’d love to stay with Namen, even if she had to sleep on the floor. She could stay up all night talking to Marek, Namen’s son. Marek was her best friend in all the world, and had been since they were young. For years they had talked about what brands they were going to get, and now they would finally have some of their own. She wagered they would never stop talking tonight.

  She hid her excitement, only nodding her head and continuing to fill the wagon. Once they had loaded most of the grain and dried mutton, some clothes, and a few blankets, they were ready to set off. The only other item Jak made sure to grab was her journal. She took a moment to glance at it while she waited for her father to bring the last of their supplies. It was full of illustrations that Jak had penned herself, pictures of the various brands, with notes scribbled below and around each one. It was an orderly mess, but one that Jak adored. And today would be the day that she would receive her very own. Or at least, she hoped. She wasn’t certain what the Gifter would say when she made her request.

  Jak hoisted herself into the driver seat. Her father usually let her drive the horses these days, one of the few liberties he allowed her. Though he still never let her go alone.

  Rael’s hands were full as he ducked through the entrance of the house to join Jak in the yard. His bow and quiver were strapped to his back, his arms held a long item wrapped in leather. Jak swallowed. She hadn’t seen the long spear since she’d snuck into his room a few years ago and unwrapped i
t from its leather cover. It was taller than a man with a sharp stone point lashed to the tip of the wooden shaft, stained old with time and Jak didn’t want to think what else. Jak had asked her Father about it once, but his calm, quiet face had grown stiff, his eyes hard and angry. “It was from another life, Jak. Don’t ask me about it again.”

  Jak didn’t dare ask him why he was taking it out now. Perhaps he had some idea of what had attacked the sheep in the first place. Whatever it was, it had him on edge, and that frightened Jak more than the dead sheep.

  Her father hoisted the spear into the wagon where it landed on the foodstuffs with a heavy thud. He then hopped on himself, keeping the bow and quiver on his person. He said nothing, but nodded at Jak to begin driving. After a sharp crack of the reigns, they were off.

  Neither said much as they approached the village. It was several miles away, following the river. Rael never was one for talking, and Jak was too busy thinking about the morning, but also about the Branding. Despite her father’s obvious bad temper, she eventually had to ask.

  “Uh, father.” She swallowed trying to find the right words. “We’re still going to attend the Branding today, right?”

  Her father closed his eyes and…was that a smile? “I haven’t forgotten. Yes, of course, we’ll be there. I need to talk to Parrem anyway.”

  Parrem, or the “Lord Mayor” as everyone else called him, was the man in charge of Riverbrook. Which mostly meant he sat around all day and occasionally organized and hosted the Branding. He also conducted the village’s religious ceremonies, primarily reading to them from the Annals of Adam on High Morning.