The Works of Julius St. Clair - 2017 Edition (Includes 3 full novels and more)

by Julius St. Clair

  He screamed and screamed and at one point, he went mad.

  But then it was over.

  The storm subsided, vanishing into thin air as if it had achieved its sole purpose…and only Aidan remained amidst the smoking ruins. Two tornadoes of fire, as small as bracelets, circled his wrists at an increasing rate of speed, but he wasn’t looking at them or the devastation at his feet. He couldn’t contain his rage any longer.

  It erupted like a solar flare and in an instant, everything within a five mile radius was reduced to flat land, mountains and all. The village of Quinn and the mountains of Tilkin were wiped clean from Obsidian.

  Aidan barely survived the fall from the mountaintop as it crumbled beneath his feet like an avalanche. Even after he awoke, all he could do was breathe in the soot, and cough, and swear.

  What had happened to his people…his village – it could not have been an act of nature. Nature had been a catalyst, but it was surely not the cause. Red sky? Yellow rain? No, this was a biological attack of some sort. And someone had definitely spoken to him before the firestorm had arrived. That voice…that voice would know what had happened to his people.

  It would know who was responsible for their deaths.

  It would know who had to die by his trembling, eager hands.

  Chapter 2 – Bailey

  A cry shot through his nightmare and startled him awake. The moment he came to, Aidan realized just how real his dream had felt. The room around him was ablaze, a wall of flames writhing up against every bare wall and lapping at the ceiling with its forked, devilish tongues. Leah stood in front of the bed with her hands clasped and head bowed, muttering inaudibly. In an instance, a ring of ice shot out from the carpet and in a single motion, snuffed out the fire, giant ice spikes replacing each of the flames. The large ice spikes cracked once they touched the ceiling and steam erupted from the tips. Leah muttered again, and they shattered and spilled all over the floor, the water slowly leaking through the floorboards and into the dirt below them.

  She leapt forward onto the bed to avoid the cold water on her bare feet and landed right on Aidan’s leg. As soon as she heard him wince, she turned around, and leapt playfully onto his bare chest without mercy. He had to catch his breath, but her playful attack let him know that she was fine. And really, that was all that mattered.

  She wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled her head into his neck as he grit his teeth. The touch of her fingers on his bare chest nearly made him shriek – he still wasn’t used to the burning chill her body maintained after using her abilities.

  “Did I do it again?” he whispered in the dark once the cold subsided. He could feel her eyelashes brush against his skin as she opened and then closed her eyes.

  “It wasn’t that bad,” she replied, her voice soft and distant, her breath chilled and crisp like winter. Already she was beginning to fall back asleep. Was she used to his nightmares already?

  “Do you think anyone noticed?” he asked.

  “There’s no way everyone slept through that, but we’ll worry about it tomorrow.” He looked down at her and admired her long and fine icy blue hair, which had now taken on a silver tint in the lunar streaks of light that were streaming in through the window behind them. “You weren’t worried last time,” she yawned. “What makes tonight so different?”

  “I have to go before the Discipline Squad tomorrow,” he said. Leah practically catapulted off him and sat up on the bed. She crossed her legs and gave him an intense glare, though as always, it didn’t have the effect she intended. Her gorgeous, mesmerizing eyes were incapable of any kind of real anger. They maintained their innocent shine and infant wonder that he longed to find again in his own. But it didn’t matter. As long as her innocent eyes were always there to gaze into, he was satisfied by how happy his reflection looked within them. He was tired of seeing his reflection when in front of a mirror, clothed in rage all the time.

  “The Discipline Squad? What for?” she asked, forming two long chopsticks made of rock in the palm of her left hand. She used them to wrap her hair up into a bun as he continued.

  “You didn’t hear about what happened at the schoolhouse?”

  “That was you?” she asked in disbelief, scooting forward on the bed. The creak it made wasn’t loud, but whenever it made that sound, he was sure someone had woken up in the room next door. “Wait,” Leah said, cupping her chin in thought. “That means you have three strikes. What happens now?”

  “I might get kicked out,” he said, admiring her smooth olive skin. Her beauty was making him feverish. How come he wasn’t used to it yet?

  “But you still have two seals. They’re not going to let you leave with those.”

  “So I keep hearing,” Aidan said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Which means if I’m kicked out, I’ll be leaving before they get the chance to take them.”

  Leah cast her eyes to the sheets and sighed. “I’m not ready to go, Aidan. It’s too soon.”

  “I understand,” he said, leaning back onto the headboard. “Your parents controlled your entire life, even before Advent. You barely got to see the outside world afterwards, and even now, all you hear about are the horrible things that go on out there. But they’re exaggerating.”

  “You told me yourself that it’s dangerous.”

  “It is,” he said, sitting up to face her better. “But it’s also the most heavenly and elegant thing you’ve ever seen. There will always be bad people, but we put so much focus on what the bad people are doing that we forget about the good. What people create out there when they’re unrestricted – it would take your breath away. The people here do okay, but it’s nothing compared to seeing a hundred people gathered together, working on the same project. Think about it. I’ve seen cities made of glass erected before my very eyes, oceans placed permanently in the air, clouds turned into the perfect soil.”

  She grimaced. “That last one doesn’t soundtoo appealing.”

  “Okay, but you get what I’m saying. The list goes on and on. Do you understand why I want out of here so badly?”

  “But you could have left years ago,” she said. “So what made you stay? Scared of the policies in place?”

  “You mean the one where if I leave without permission, I’ll be killed? No,” he laughed. “If I was able to survive out there that long, nothing this place can do will harm me.”

  “But they will come after us if we leave.”

  “Let them come,” Aidan said, clasping her hands gently. “For all we know it’s a bluff. We never hear any news about those that ran off, whether they survived or not.”

  “Then why are you still here? I’m curious.”

  Aidan paused and studied her face. He could see that it had been on her mind for longer than just one night, but was it the right time to tell her everything?

  “I still have something I have to do first.”

  “Aidan…” she whispered. Tears began to fall and crystallize against her soft cheeks, and the way her lips pursed – he could tell that his response had hurt her, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. But he couldn’t tell her now. Not yet.

  He reached forward and pulled her into his arms.

  “I want to tell you,” he said. “I do. I promise I’ll tell you everything soon.”

  “But you’re my husband,” she sobbed. The words brought a sensation, like a dagger going through his throat. He instinctively grit his teeth and fought against the lump in his throat. He couldn’t reveal how close she was to breaking his resolve.

  “I know,” he managed to reply. “I know. I haven’t forgotten, but trust me when I say that this is the only thing between us that is still a secret, and it’s for a good reason.”

  “Is this what adults mean when they say that our age is too young to get married?”

  “First of all, no one even knows we’re married, so no one’s judging us. Second, they have no clue what they’re talking about. There are elderly couples who get married and separate. It’s
not the age that matters, it’s the commitment, and I’m yours forever.”

  “But you’re such a wild man,” she laughed, gently pushing him away from her. Though her face was still tear-stained, her jade green eyes were playful and forgiving. “You just do things on a whim. What’s to stop you from falling for someone else in the future?”

  “When it comes to love,” he said with a straight face, “it takes a lot to warm my heart, but once it is, it burns only for the one who kindled it.”

  “You’re so full of it,” she laughed, pushing him backwards onto the pillows. “How many times have you said that line to a naïve young girl?”

  “Not a one,” he smiled, grabbing her wrists and pulling her on top of him. “And for the record, I don’t just want a girl. I want you.” He kissed her hard and she squeezed her thin arms tightly around his neck. After a few moments, she parted from his embrace and stared deeply into his hazel eyes, searching for something. He allowed her to explore his expression and take in every emotion that he felt for her.

  To her, and to her alone was he exposed, and it was so strange by how comforting and free it felt when he was with her. Normally, one wrong word from anyone, humin or beast, was enough to make him want to send them into an everlasting inferno, but for her, it was as if every wound had been healed, every dirty deed had been wiped clean, and the life he had once lived was not his – like it was just a recurring bad dream, or a story told to him so many times, he had taken it on as a memory.

  He was not the most tactful or articulate man. He wasn’t nearly as strong as he wished he was, and he sure made plenty of mistakes, but he felt close to perfection in her presence. There was little wrong he could do in her eyes. Every act, no matter how heinous, had a reasonable explanation. She thought the world of him, and consequently, he was hers to do with as she pleased. He would transform himself for her, because he couldn’t bear the alternative. For her to see him as so many others did... No, that was unbearable.

  “You really love me?” she asked finally, clutching the sides of his face. He tried to give her lips a peck, but she kept his head stationery, waiting for her prince’s answer.

  “I would do anything for you,” he said. “And I love you so much that it makes my heart break when you’re not with me.” He meant every syllable.

  “That’s just because you’re getting old,” she chuckled, letting him go. “It’s probably a stroke.”

  “You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” he smiled, grabbing her shoulders hard. She looked him up and down with a mischievous smile.

  “Like you could stop me,” she said. “You know you’re just with me because you need protecting.”

  “That,” he chuckled, “is exactly why I’m here. All that stuff I said about loving you – I rehearsed it in the mirror eight hours ago.”

  “Eight hours ago you were threatening to kill everyone in Lowsunn.”

  “Not you.”

  “How thoughtful,” she said, giving him a peck on the lips. He leaned in for more but she grabbed the sides of his head again. “You know I can see right through you, don’t you?”

  “I do,” he said.

  “And you’ll tell me your secret as soon as you’re able?”

  “Of course.”

  “Okay,” she sighed, letting go and leaning back onto his chest. Once again he could feel her close her eyes and within a few minutes, her heavy breathing resumed. He adjusted his seating position slightly to make it more comfortable for her neck, then he began to stare out into the space around him. The sun was starting to dawn in the background, illuminating their surroundings so clearly that he could easily see the damage that had been done.

  The walls had been scorched and the wallpaper was crispy and peeling. The little of what he could see of the floorboards was black, and the door still had small embers resting within its cracks. Though he was sure Leah didn’t look down on him for his outbursts, he did feel a little embarrassed. It was as if he had had a tantrum, and the destruction caused on the outside was far more damaging than if he had just dealt with it internally.

  He looked down at his young wife, sound asleep, and placed a hand on her head. Even her hair was cool to the touch, as if she didn’t have an ounce of rage stirring within her. Perhaps he should consider taking her approach sometimes. Especially since he had been so painfully selfish.

  The threats to Mr. Young, the strikes against him, the Discipline Squad, his outbursts, and the occasional damage done to the rooms in which he slept – what had it brought him but trouble? He had a reason to stay in Lowsunn, yet he was doing all he could to get kicked out. He thought nothing of Leah’s safety, he suddenly realized.

  She knew nothing of the outside world. How could he ask her to leave with him when her life was already so concrete? What if she was killed the moment they left? What if she wasn’t happy? What if he got into a scuffle over something petty and died? Leaving her all alone? That would be far worse than if he had just sucked it up and finished out his last year.

  There was no way he was going to allow the Elders to take his Yen, but he could at least take advantage of them until his inevitable departure came. Why couldn’t he enjoy the free shelter and amenities that he would have to work hard for once he was free?

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered into her hair. “I’ll think of another way.”

  She moaned in her sleep, as if she had been reading his mind and was now agreeing with every word he said. Satisfied with his conclusion, Aidan settled further back and rested against the bed’s headboard. After a minute had passed, he fell asleep with a clear mind.

  ***

  The Field of Visions, located a mile to the east of the schoolhouse, was by far Aidan’s favorite place within Lowsunn’s shields. No one knew who had created it, but there wasn’t a single inhabitant that wasn’t grateful for it.

  Even Aidan.

  Five years ago, someone had introduced the idea that the buildings and small fields in the village weren’t enough. With all of the classes, the community, and the scouting missions – there was still something missing: imagination. What was the point of having wishes at one’s disposal if they didn’t have the creativity to make them count when it was time for them to be used? Sure there were always those that made their wishes off of a feeling, a fleeting thought – but whoever had created the Field of Visions realized that by giving someone the ability to open up their imagination and give it free reign, they would eventually reach a point in which they knew exactly what they wanted to wish for.

  Not to mention the Elders claimed that if anyone came up with a purpose that benefited everyone, that individual would be able to use their wish as they saw fit upon the end of their fifth year. Much better than being told what to use it on.

  The Field of Visions was a meadow, ten square miles in length. At first no one understood how incredible this unsuspecting field was, but within a week, the grassy field became a hot spot. Once someone stepped onto the grass, they gained the ability to play like never before. They could practice the abilities they might have gained through previously used wishes, all to their heart’s content. Any damage done to the earth or sky was immediately reset, as if it were all a big game.

  Others, who had yet to use their wishes, were somehow given the ability to act as if they had. If one was considering using a wish on gaining the ability to fly, all they had to do was think it, and suddenly, they would soar high, as long as they didn’t go beyond the Field of Vision’s borders (in which they would then revert back to their original, powerless form). Creating castles out of thin air, experimenting on what it would feel like to embody a creature they had seen in a textbook, learning what if felt like to rip moisture from the sky and expand it into a waterfall – there was hardly a moment when the Field of Visions was empty during the day. This was the ultimate playground.

  Aidan frequented the Field often, practicing his Fire Arts and stretching their limits. Some days he would just cast fire into the air until he w
as exhausted, meditating on the depths of his stamina. It was only then that he realized that, even with a power gained through Yen, there were still limits to one’s use of it. What the particulars of this revelation would mean – he wasn’t yet sure.

  Other days, he would see how much area he could set ablaze, or if he could cause damage to the ground beneath him faster than it could reset. To the villagers it looked like he was constantly taking out his anger on the world in one fiery manner or another, but for him, it was simple therapy. Here, he didn’t have to worry about harming anything. He could just destroy to his heart’s content. There were no repercussions.

  Though on this particular hazy morning, playing in the Field of Visions would have just that. Aidan had begun experimenting with how high he could raise the temperature of his body when he noticed a woman approaching from his right. Though he hoped it was his imagination manifesting her into existence, he knew he had no skill in holographic imaging, even in the Field.

  There was just no way he could get every feature right. Her dark brown skin, her strong and confident stride. Her affinity for plaid shirts and dark blue cotton jeans. Her intense, serpent-like eyes and full, pursed lips. She had coarse, short hair that barely touched the bottom of her neck, and her shoes were always worn and tired, yet somehow they never ripped or broke down – symbolic of the very woman who placed her calloused soles within them. She was the only adult that Aidan respected unconditionally, and he suspected that there may not ever be another.

  “I’m not surprised to find you here,” she said, her thick accent dominating the air. Aidan let his body temperature revert back to normal and turned to face her. She examined him from head to toe and shook her head. “Relax. I’m not here to scold.”