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by Avril Sabine




  Earth Bound

  Avril Sabine

  Broken Gate Publishing

  Australia

  Earth Bound

  Published by

  Broken Gate Publishing

  PO Box 6241

  Maroochydore BC 4558

  Australia

  978-1-925131-10-9 (Kindle)

  978-1-925131-23-9 (Print)

  978-1-925131-25-3 (Printed in Australia)

  Genre: Young Adult Fantasy

  Copyright 2014 © Avril Petersen

  Cover design by Caitlyn Petersen

  All rights reserved

  Dedication

  For Rhys, who once thought he could fly.

  Contents

  Dedication

  Book Description

  Name and Place Pronunciation

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty-One

  Acknowledgements

  About The Author

  Also By Avril Sabine

  Disclaimer

  Book Description

  Nineteen-year-old Brianne has always dreamed of leading a squad. The one thing she has no control over is holding her back. Like the Caelians’ mortal enemies, the Terstens, she’s earth bound. Sacred Law demands her death by her twentieth birthday.

  Twenty-one year old Talon is the son of the Terstens’ General. Three years ago he quit the army. He can’t tell anyone why he abandoned his life long dream. His secret could end the lives of him and his family.

  Both societies revolve around their armies, believing the other race caused the centuries long war. When circumstances bring Brianne and Talon together, they start to learn the real truth may lie beyond the Feronian Mountains, which haven’t been crossed in centuries.

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  This novel was written by an Australian author using Australian spelling.

  Name and Place Pronunciation

  Pronunciation for some of the more unusual names in Earth Bound.

  Ailis (ay-lis)

  Brianne (bry-anne)

  Briant (bry-ant)

  Caelis (kay-lis)

  Caelians (kay-lee-ens)

  Eriens (air-ee-ens)

  Ewyn (you-in)

  Feronian Mountains (fur-row-knee-en)

  Iralen (ear-rah-len)

  Prilonia (pril-own-ee-ah)

  Prilonians (pril-own-ee-ens)

  Taeranelle (tay-rah-nell)

  Terst (tur-st)

  Terstens (tur-stens)

  Zinervie (zin-ur-vee)

  Chapter One

  Brianne

  Brianne Devin reached for the next handhold, her fingers gripping the piece of red rock that jutted out above her. Dust clung to her pale fingers as she pulled herself upwards, her feet seeking higher footholds. She reached out and grasped the top, pulling herself over the edge, her torso against the dirt on top of the natural rock pillar. Her legs dangled over the edge as she paused to draw in deep breaths of air. She wriggled forward until she could rise to her feet, resting her hands on her hips. A stab of grim satisfaction filled her as she looked out over the rocky countryside, her back to the castle and fortified city. A warm wind swirled around her, tugging strands of blond hair from the long plait that hung down her back. She rubbed her left shoulder blade. It felt the same as always. A little angular. No ridge rose slightly above the contours of her shoulder blade. Satisfaction faded to be filled with an ache. It wasn’t fair. Before she had a chance to mentally list how unfair, the sound of beating wings had her turning in that direction.

  Her mother, Ailis, flew towards her. White, outstretched wings closed as she landed on the narrow pillar. Like Brianne, she had the typical pale skin, blond hair and blue eyes of their people. “I’ve been looking for you for nearly an hour.”

  Brianne’s hand dropped to her side as her shoulders shrugged, ignoring the worry in her mother’s eyes.

  “Why do you keep dragging yourself up here? It isn’t safe.”

  She ignored the question. “What did they say?” She held her breath.

  “Let me take you to the ground.”

  Her stomach lurched. “What did they say?”

  “Now don’t dismiss this until you think it over. Your grandfather had to make a lot of concessions before the assembly agreed to break with tradition. We’re running out of time. With less than a year until you’re twenty we don’t have much choice.”

  “What did they say?” She pronounced each word individually, teeth gritted.

  “The Supreme One said Sacred Law is as important as common law. He demanded the death sentence. He said letting a… ahh… children like you-”

  “Abominations.”

  “You’re not an abomination.” Ailis reached out towards her.

  Brianne brushed the hand away. “It’s what he called me, isn’t it? Without wings that’s all anyone sees me as.”

  Ailis looked away. “You’re forbidden to ever have children or take male lovers. If you do, it’s an instant death sentence. You have the choice of joining the House of the Lord and Lady of the After World or teaching in the lower level schools.”

  Brianne stared at her mother for several seconds, barely able to believe the words, before shaking her head. It was as bad as a death sentence. “No.”

  “Bri-”

  “No. It’s not acceptable. I’ve trained my entire life to join a squad. I won’t accept anything less. Grandfather knew that.”

  “Be reasonable.”

  “I am. I’d be miserable. I’d rather die.”

  “You don’t mean that. I’m sure your father would have wanted better for you than a short life in the army.”

  “No, he wouldn’t. He was always the first one to volunteer for a mission. First to grab his bow and sword. He lived and breathed the army.”

  “And look where that got him. Not here at your side, not here demanding they recognise you as a citizen of Caelis. Brianne, be sensible.”

  “I’m sick of being sensible.” She turned away, taking the single step to the edge so she could stare down at the ground. It had taken her over an hour to travel that distance. Her mother could do it in less than a minute. A hand absently moved to her left shoulder blade and rubbed the place where a w
ing should have been. “Joining a squad is all I’ve ever dreamed of.” Even before she’d been old enough to train she’d pestered her grandfather to teach her.

  “It’s your grandfather’s fault for filling your head with all those romantic tales. War isn’t romantic. A squad mate dying in your arms isn’t romantic. Losing family isn’t romantic. This would keep you safe. And on the ground.”

  Brianne spun to face her mother. She heard pebbles and dirt slide over the edge, skittering across the uneven surface of the side of the pillar. She refused to step forward. “I don’t want to be on the ground.” She raised a hand and pointed skywards. “That’s where I belong. With a bow, a squad at my side, fighting the earth bound. Not being one of them. Do you know what they say? That you must have cheated on your husband with a filthy earth walker. That I have Tersten blood in me.”

  “Never. And you know that. Who says that? Tell me.” Ailis grabbed her by the shoulders, tugging her away from the edge.

  “Why? Do you think you can make them stop? You can’t. The moment you turn your back they’ll start again.”

  Ailis sighed, letting go of Brianne. “Talk to your grandfather. Hear what he has to say.”

  “Why? Wasn’t stabbing me in the back good enough for him? I thought he was on my side. I thought he’d make them see I can be part of a squad. Somehow.”

  Silence filled the air. With another sigh, Ailis finally spoke. “Please. Just talk to him. He wouldn’t tell me what it was about, but he said he was certain he could help you make the right decision.”

  Maybe she should see him. Just so she could tell him how she felt about him not standing up for her. “I’ll think about it.”

  “Do you want me to fly you to the ground?”

  “No.” The sharp word was filled with bitterness.

  Ailis opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. She stared at Brianne a moment longer before she snapped her wings open and soared into the sky.

  Brianne watched her mother fly towards the walled city, envy burning through her. That should be her. She rubbed her right shoulder and swore. Staring at the ground she began to wish she hadn’t sent her mother away. Going down was always a lot harder than climbing up.

  She was still several feet from the ground when the beating of wings filled the air once again. A glance over her shoulder made her swear. Hurrying to reach the ground didn’t help. She barely had time to move before Macklyn was at her shoulder, stirring up red dust from the cliff.

  “I hear they’re going to do us all a favour and put you out of your misery.”

  Brianne ignored him, shooting a quick glare at Zinervie instead. So much for always being friends. Zinervie had ditched her the moment Macklyn and his friends had started tormenting her for being friends with a dirt walker.

  “They’re wasting their time waiting until you’re twenty,” Macklyn snarled. “Are you listening to me, dirt walker?”

  Brianne gritted her teeth and tried to ignore his words. Anger burned through her as she tried to find the next hole with her foot.

  “Don’t ignore me.” Macklyn pushed against her.

  “Macklyn!”

  Brianne felt herself fall as Zinervie’s word rang out in the air. She rolled as she felt herself hit the ground, coming up on her feet, her fists raised as she spun to face Macklyn. He continued to hover above her. “Come down here and try that.” If she’d brought her bow with her he’d have soon lost that smug smile.

  “Why don’t you come up here?”

  Brianne’s jaw clenched as she felt the familiar ache. Why him? Why did he deserve wings and she didn’t? “Scared? You worried I’ll pound you into the dirt that seems to terrify you so much?” She didn’t even bother addressing Zinervie, sending her a venom filled glance before she returned her gaze to Macklyn.

  “You’re the one who should be scared. I hear they use an axe.” His hand made a chopping motion at his neck. “Sometimes they don’t cut right through on the first attempt. You’re left alive and in agony, before the axe descends again.”

  She could almost feel the bite of the metal across her neck. Forcing herself not to flinch, she continued to meet Macklyn’s eyes. “Come down here and tell me that. Or are you staying up there because I’ve beaten you enough times in class, you know you can’t win against me.”

  “I’m staying up here because I don’t want to be contaminated by your filth.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Come on, Zinervie.” With a last look of disgust and a sneered, “Dirt walker,” he flew towards the city.

  Zinervie watched Brianne for a moment, a look of pity and fear in her blue eyes, before she flew after Macklyn.

  Brianne stared after them, her eyes drawn to the sweep of their white wings as they rose higher, above the walls of the city. She lowered her fists, keeping them clenched. How could her grandfather have failed her? How could he have expected her to be subservient to people like Macklyn? No one would respect her if she gave in and lived in the lower levels of the city with the wingless children. Even the children wouldn’t respect her, knowing that one day they’d grow wings and she never would. And joining the House wasn’t an option. She wouldn’t give up who she was to become a nameless Holy One, denying the existence of her family.

  She stared at the city of towers that rose into the sky above thick stone walls. Most of those towers had no ground entrance and could only be entered through an upper entrance by those with wings. Her grandfather lived in one of those towers and he expected her to visit him. Expected her to have someone fly her to him like a child who hadn’t yet developed wings. She was no fledgling to be carted around. There was no way she was going to see him.

  Chapter Two

  Talon

  Talon Morin tried to focus on his father’s words. It was all he could do to stay seated and keep his expression neutral.

  Barrett stopped mid sentence, brown eyes narrowing. “Are you even listening to me?”

  Talon nodded, words beyond him at the fresh wave of pain, clenching his hands in his lap. He was grateful the desk was between him and his father.

  “Then what did I say?”

  Talon stared at Barrett. He had no idea what his father had said for at least the past twenty minutes.

  “You’re twenty-one. No longer a child. Do you,” a finger jabbed momentarily in Talon’s direction, a shade darker than his own golden brown skin, “think you can spend the rest of your life dabbling with paint? You have no talent.”

  “I do,” Talon argued even though he knew his father was right. It took all his effort to focus as another wave of pain hit him.

  Barrett continued as if Talon hadn’t interrupted. “One day you could be a general too. Don’t you want to be War Leader of Terst?” He paused a moment as if expecting Talon to answer. “You need to return to classes before you’re too old to be accepted back. Being so far ahead of your classmates when you left will at least mean it won’t take you long to catch up.”

  Talon rose slowly to his feet, his hands gripping the edge of the desk. It took him a moment before he could speak. “Without art I have no life.” He turned and slowly crossed the room, each step a struggle.

  “I’m not finished speaking to you,” Barrett roared as Talon opened the door.

  Ignoring his father, Talon shut the office door behind him and broke into a run. His boots pounded on the stone floor as he wound his way through the fortress towards his room, several doors away from his family’s apartment.

  “Talon.”

  He closed his eyes for a split second, his teeth clenched tightly as he continued to run. If he stopped, he might not make it to his room in time.

  “Hey, Talon!”

  Behind him footsteps pounded in time with his own. Talon slowed and came to a stop, leaning against the cold stone wall as sweat trickled down his back and under the bandages wrapped around his chest. “Marshall.”

  “Didn’t you hear me call out to you the first time?” Marshall looked him up and down. “Are you well? Don’
t tell me you’ve already heard. I came as soon as I found out.”

  “Can we talk later?” He wanted to scream. Punch something. Tear away the bandages and get it over with. Maybe death would be the better option.

  “Bellamy’s been bragging all day that your father talked to him about training under him.”

  Talon was glad he leaned against the wall. The pain those words caused were as bad as the physical one coursing through him. “I’ll talk to you later.” He pushed away from the wall. If he didn’t get to his room soon it’d be too late.

  “But Talon-”

  “Not now.” The words were sharper than he planned. He tried to hold back the shout that wanted to escape. “Later. Not now.” His attempt at softening his tone didn’t work. He shook his head and turned away, breaking into a run. His hands tightened into fists as he approached his door. Opening his clenched fist to turn the doorknob was nearly impossible. When he was behind the safety of his door he locked it and tore his shirt from his body. The bandages were next and black wings burst forth from the ridges on his shoulder blades as he dropped to the floor. His hands splayed out on the stone floor, the heat of his palms barely cooled by the contact. He bit back the cry he wanted to utter as he threw his head back, gasping for breath.

 

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