Fallen Star

by Cyndi Friberg

Blayne nodded. “I better go update Lor. Even unsubstantiated, this is pretty important.”

  Odintar waited until they were alone again to ask, “Are you all right?”

  “I’m fine. Earth-shattering surprises are my specialty.”

  He smiled and pulled her into a loose embrace. “If you’d like to see your mom, I can take you to Bilarri tonight.”

  “It’s not fair to bring my mother into this.”

  He chuckled. “I’ve always been a dirty fighter.”

  “I’m aware.”

  He sighed, his gaze filled with compassion and concern. “I think we both know what the test is going to show. If you’re a direct descendant of Pern Keire, everyone from Lor, to Morgan, to Indric will insist that you leave Earth.”

  Her chin came up. “Then Roxie’s coming with me.”

  “What is your fixation with Roxie?”

  “Did you know she’s still here, locked in a room somewhere?” She put her hands on her hips. “They’re treating her like a prisoner and she’s done nothing wrong.”

  “It’s my understanding that she’s in protective custody because of Nazerel’s cryptic warning. Did Gerrod happen to explain what that’s all about?”

  “No. He said Roxie is his ticket out of here. That he has no intention of explaining until he’s safe on some obscure planet.”

  “Not a bad strategy.”

  “So I told him he had to decode the rest of the thumb drive and all of the notebook pages before we’d even consider relocating him.”

  A pleased smile warmed his expression. “I think you’ve discovered your true vocation. That was one hell of a negotiation.”

  “We’ll see if any of it means anything.” She sighed, blowing a stray strand of hair off her forehead. “I feel like we’ve come so far and yet we haven’t really gotten anywhere.”

  “That’s not true.” His arm tightened around her waist drawing their lower bodies into intimate alignment. “You’ve provided us with possibilities. That’s a lot more than we had a few days ago.”

  “I won’t let Roxie become a bargaining chip,” Jillian stressed. “She has nothing to do with any of this.”

  “Actually we don’t know that for sure. Sevrin’s interest in her couldn’t have been coincidental.”

  “Because you don’t believe in coincidences?”

  “Yes.” He cupped her chin and turned her face up toward his. “I know you feel responsible for Roxie, but they are protecting her.”

  “By locking her in a cage?” She shoved against his chest and tried to twist free of his embrace.

  His arms tightened instead, drawing her closer. “She’s going to be moved to the safe house as soon as she calms down.”

  “Then I’ll go help her calm down.”

  He leaned down and kissed her, using his amazing mouth to melt the indignation from her body. “That’s cheating.”

  He smiled against her lips. “Dirty fighter, remember.”

  “As soon as I’ve seen her, the rest of the night is yours. I promise.”

  He chuckled. “Stubborn to the end.”

  “I won’t be able to relax until I know she’s okay.”

  “I get it, and you win. We’ll go check on Roxie.” He shifted his arm to her shoulders and they headed off across the gym.

  Contentment spread through her in languid waves. She wasn’t sure where the emotion originated, but it sure felt good.

  “After we’ve seen Roxie, do you want one final night at home?”

  She thought about it for a second then looked into his eyes. “It doesn’t matter where we sleep, my love. I’m already home.”

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  Featuring Elias and Roxie.

  Series Finale!

  Featuring Nazerel and Morgan.

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  Taken by Storm

  Cyndi Friberg

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  Beyond Ontariese, Book One: Tal dar Aune, a powerful shape-shifting mage, comes to Earth on a desperate quest to find a mysterious woman before his nemesis destroys her. Little does Tal know the “helpless” female he’s come to save is the key to peace on his war-torn world…or that he’ll long to touch her, take her, make her his.

  Unaware of her royal roots or alien origins, Charlotte spends her first thirty years on Earth. Then Tal bursts into her life with all the subtlety of a thunder storm. He’s rude, arrogant, and easily the most desirable man she’s ever encountered. With a ruthless madman hot on their heels, they can’t afford to be distracted by the attraction rapidly growing between them, but the emotions are too powerful to ignore.

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  Prologue

  Ontariese

  Cycle 1 of the Great Conflict

  E’Lanna dar Aune sank to her knees, a low groan torn from her throat. Her lover’s hands moved to steady her, but E’Lanna allowed nothing to distract her from her purpose. They had so little time. If they were detected, all was lost.

  She fixed her gaze on the babies lying side by side in front of her. Identical in every way, their luminous eyes stared back with trust and adoration. Tears blinded her.

  How would she live without them?

  Stretching out her hands, she scanned the babies meticulously, making sure she had left nothing unbound. There must be no sign of their power, no hint to draw attention to them.

  “It is time, Your Majesty,” her lover, also a Mystic, said, and gently squeezed her shoulder.

  She nodded and tried to stand but her entire body trembled. Oh no! Her power could not fail her now. She had yet to Summon the Storm. The binding ritual had drained her far more than she realized.

  “Steady,” the Mystic said, helping her to her feet.

  Two couples stepped forward, their costumes appropriate to the separate destinations awaiting them. E’Lanna caught her bottom lip between her teeth, holding back the protests raging within her. This was the only way.

  The Mystic gently picked up her babies and handed them to their guardians.

  E’Lanna wrapped her arms around herself and choked back a sob. She couldn’t let this destroy her. The safety of her daughters must come first.

  Quickly turning to the grassy clearing, she summoned the metaphysical plane. Thunder shook the ground and lightning branched out across the violet sky. She opened a transport conduit and poured energy into the vortex. The grass danced with sizzling vibrations and her robe whipped around her body. Bracing her legs farther apart, she Summoned the Storm.

  In a sudden, violent burst, six bolts of lightning struck the ground simultaneously, creating a visible circle of energy surrounding her. Reaching out through the vastness of space and time, she searched, guiding the conduit until she found the location she desired.

  The Mystic stepped up beside her. His hand was gentle at the small of her back. “I will hold the vortex,” he offered.

  He was allowing her time to say goodbye.

  One of the guardians passed the first child to her and E’Lanna drank in the sight of her delicate features, memorized the softness of her skin and her scent. She pressed her lips to the baby’s temple and implanted her image, ensuring her daughter would remember her face.

  “We will cherish her, Your Majesty, and protect her with our lives,” the guardian assured as E’Lanna returned the baby.

  The tightness in her throat made it impossible to speak so she nodded and motioned toward the vortex. The couple stepped through as E’Lanna shook with anguish and loss.

  The Mystic wrapped his arms around her, pressing himself against her back, supporting her, offering his energy.

  E’Lanna ignored the tears streaming down her face. Her task was not yet complete. She must protect the other twin. Gathering her power into a more manageable stream, she merged with the Mystic, allowing hi
m to augment her rapidly depleting strength.

  Focusing again on the transport conduit, she accessed the power of the storm, channeling the energy into the vortex and guiding it in a new direction, to a separate destination.

  “Quickly,” she urged, motioning the couple forward. E’Lanna kissed the other baby, gently caressing her face. With her lips pressed to her daughter’s temple, she implanted the memory. Her heart gave a sickening lurch as she raised her head and passed the child to one of the remaining guardians. “Go now. I am losing control.”

  They didn’t hesitate. Lightning punctuated their departure and the conduit closed behind them.

  E’Lanna collapsed into her lover’s arms, releasing the shuddering sobs she could no longer contain. He held her tightly, rocking gently and whispering against her hair.

  Crushing the fabric of his robe in her fists, E’Lanna looked up at him, her expression fierce. “You must promise me, no matter what happens, you will protect them.”

  “With my life,” he said emphatically.

  “You must trust no one. No one. Do you understand? I am torn asunder by my responsibilities, but you can offer your allegiance to them alone.”

  “I offer it freely.”

  Burying her face against the warmth of his throat, she clutched him tightly and abandoned herself to grief. She must be strong. So many depended on her.

  She would be strong again tomorrow—but for now, she would mourn all this conflict had cost her.

  Chapter One

  Ontariese

  Cycle 89 of the Great Conflict

  “I’m not looking forward to this,” Tal muttered as he joined his brother in the vestibule of the Traditionalist Sect Council’s headquarters.

  Trey chuckled. He sprawled in a chair, one brawny leg hooked over its arm, swinging negligently. He always appeared carefree and comfortable, but Tal knew better. Shrewd intelligence lurked beneath his reckless façade and his intense amber gaze missed nothing.

  “If it were up to you, little brother, you’d never leave the Conservatory,” Trey chided. “The TSC wants a quick report and then you can zap yourself back to your safe little fortress and practice your spells.”

  Ignoring the semi-playful jibe, Tal folded his arms across his chest and tightened his hair until it lay in a neat, black coil down the center of his back. “We have nothing to report, so why are they wasting our time?”

  “Vee still can’t figure out where Joon went?”

  “We know when the portal opened and an approximate destination but…” Tal’s words trailed off as an argument broke out on the other side of the closed chamber door. “The TSC sounds as productive as ever.”

  “You’d better change your clothes. If you stroll into the esteemed council chambers in the simple robes of a Mystic, Prefect Aune will not be pleased.”

  There were so many things that displeased their father. Tal had long since abandoned his efforts to remember them all. But he didn’t argue. He visualized a formal Ontarian uniform and felt the shift ripple across the surface of his body. Glancing down, he inspected the result. Crisp, pleated trousers and a formfitting jacket. A row of bright gold buttons and a wide belt, the only decorations distracting from the austere black fabric.

  Trey stood and smacked him in the middle of the back. “You look damn good in black.” He laughed. “Good thing you don’t wear it more often.”

  A similar black uniform offset Trey’s vivid coloring. He had tucked his multicolored hair behind his ears, but refused to bind the bright red, gold and orange strands at the nape of his neck as was proper. Mischief danced in Trey’s amber gaze, and Tal smiled despite the tension wrapped around him like a rope. It was hard to remain somber around Trey.

  The chamber doors flew open, demanding the attention of both men. Tal could see into the room. He hated the pomp and formality in which the TSC reveled, so as his brother said, he generally stayed away.

  A massive U-shaped table dominated the room. Any person wishing to make a presentation to the TSC was forced to stand in the middle, surrounded by the council’s haughty stares and aloof expressions.

  The man standing there now did not appear cowed by their arrogance. Vee. Tal smiled. His mentor and closest friend, Vee refused to bow to the dictates of any man, society or government. His flowing dove-gray robes intentionally flouted convention and proclaimed his standing as a Master-level Mage, a designation Tal had only recently achieved.

  Without turning from his face-off with the TSC, Vee motioned them forward. Tal glanced at Trey, who was grinning from ear to ear. No one stood near the doors so Vee must have thrown them open with the power of his mind.

  “I was not ready for their reports, Vee,” Roe Aune thundered, rising out of his chair, his palms flat on the table.

  “You shall address me with proper respect if you expect the same from me, Roe Aune,” Vee said in a cold, clipped tone.

  Tal watched his father struggle for composure. Only those who knew him well understood the effort needed to restrain his temper. His nostrils flared, his eyes narrowed, his lips compressed until they were invisible, but he managed to regain control and sit.

  “Point taken, Master Vee. I was not yet ready for Commander Aune and Master Aune to join our assembly,” the prefect muttered.

  “I have already explained all there is to know. We have exhausted our discourse,” Vee dismissed impatiently. “With each moment you spend berating our efforts, Dez dar Joon slips farther away.”

  “How can it be that with all of the technology of our military and the combined power of the Mystics we cannot find one man?”

  “Enough!” Vee’s voice rattled the intricately etched windows set at regular intervals within the sculpted walls of the chamber. It was not the volume but the intensity of his tone that vibrated the entire room. “I have explained our plan. If you have no further questions, we shall proceed.”

  “Has the Symposium provided you with nothing useful?” Prefect Aune asked.

  “The Symposium is still searching the Wisdom of the Ages for anything that might shed light on Joon’s motivation. I expect another transmission as soon as I return to the Conservatory.”

  “Then go. Do whatever you must to capture Dez dar Joon. We have enjoyed a lull, an intermission in the hostilities, for nearly ten cycles. The House of Joon cannot be allowed to escalate this war again.”

  Vee’s only response was a stiff nod. He turned abruptly, his robes flaring out behind him, and strode from the council chambers. Tal and Trey fell in behind and the massive doors slammed shut the moment they cleared the threshold.

  “If that man were my sire, I would have strangled him in his sleep. How have you endured the exasperation?” Vee’s angry stride kept him half a step ahead of the other two men.

  “I came to the Conservatory when I was a child,” Tal reminded him.

  “Boarding school,” Trey put in, and they all laughed.

  Vee opened a transport conduit and took them to the wide, covered gallery surrounding the Conservatory. Trey stumbled as they exited the vortex but the two Mystics didn’t miss a beat.

  “You mentioned a plan,” Tal said.

  Heaving a long, ragged breath, Vee explained, “We shall Summon the Storm and follow Dez dar Joon in Trey’s ship.”

  Tal skittered to a halt and stared at Vee. “Has a ship ever been transported through the vortex before?”

  “None of which I am aware,” Vee admitted.

  Trey laughed. “This is precious. Why don’t you two just zap through the vortex and bring him back?”

  “Since Dez dar Joon has begun emulating my energy pattern, I am no longer able to detect him,” Vee confessed. “Traditional scanners might be more effective, especially given this planet’s primitive state.”

  “Fine by me, but can you two do it?” Trey asked.

  “I shall guide the ship from within while Tal stabilizes the vortex from without.”

  “That sounds easy enough.”

  Tal glared at his
brother. This was no time for Trey’s sarcasm.

  “We’ll want a small ship, minimal crew. Something undetectable to their technology.” Trey grinned again. “When do we leave?”

  “Make whatever preparations you find necessary. We shall join you as soon as I have heard from the Symposium.”

  Trey nodded and Vee sent him back through the vortex.

  “He hates that, you know,” Tal said.

  “Transporting?”

  “Not so much utilizing the vortex as being tossed through space like a leaf on the wind.”

  Some of the tension eased from Vee’s expression. “I shall offer my apologies when next we meet.”

  “Has the Symposium made any progress?” Tal changed the subject.

  “I was in the midst of a link when your father summoned me like a disobedient child.”

  Tal managed not to laugh at the obvious affront in Vee’s tone, but a smile tugged the corners of his mouth. It was not often that anything could rile Vee. Prefect Aune had certainly done so today.

  They went to one of the meditation chambers. When the Symposium sent him massive amounts of information in a short period of time, it was necessary for Vee to cast himself into a nearly catatonic trance.

  Tal stood by silently as Vee arranged himself comfortably upon the padded floor. “I should not be long.”

  With a shake of his head, Vee emerged a few moments later. “We were unable to pinpoint his destination, but we have successfully narrowed the search area to a manageable field.”

  Never one to mince words, Vee continued without giving Tal the opportunity to question his decisions.

  “I will infuse you with the needed languages and background information before we begin. The Symposium has given me the image of a woman. We believe she is involved, but we are not sure how. The other Mystics will supplement the Storm. This has never been attempted before.”