Familiar Trials_Fledgling

by Taki Drake

  Legal Stuff

  Copyright © 2017 Taki Drake and T. S. Paul, All Rights Reserved.

  Reproduction of any kind is strictly prohibited unless written permission granted by the editor of the anthology and the individual author.

  The scenes, characters, and places included in this story are works of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Dedication

  As always, this book is dedicated to my loving and supportive husband, John. Without his unwavering support and love, I would lack the energy and emotion to share the worlds of my imagination with my readers.

  Table of Contents

  Legal Stuff

  Dedication

  Chapter 1 - Surprises

  Chapter 2 – Elementary Vision

  Chapter 3 – Gathering Time

  Chapter 4 - Orientation

  Chapter 5 - Exploration

  Chapter 6 – Mingling

  Chapter 7 – Fun or Fight

  Chapter 8 - Healing

  Chapter 9 – Lessons in Adaptability

  Chapter 10 – Practical Wisdom

  Chapter 11 – Intelligent Actions

  Chapter 12 – To Rank or not to Rank

  Chapter 13 – Let the Trials Begin!

  Chapter 14 – Adapting on the Fly

  Chapter 15 – Running Adaptation

  Chapter 16 – Wisdom to Say No

  Chapter 17 – Thinking Outside the Box

  Chapter 18 – Truths and Consequences

  Chapter 19 – Results and Reactions

  Chapter 20 - Farewells

  Epilogue

  Contributing Authors

  Author - Taki Drake

  Author - T.S. Paul

  Author Notes - Taki Drake

  Heartfelt Acknowledgments

  Snippet - Shade of Honor

  Snippet - Born a Witch:Drafted by the FBI

  Snippet - We Are Not Prey

  Chapter 1 - Surprises

  There was no warning. The blow that compressed her body and made it impossible to breathe arrived with no betraying sound, no visual clue. Dascha was stunned into momentary paralysis. Her body hung limply, and her mind spun around her skull in confusion. She could feel her fur rippling as she was lifted up into the air. The small cat was helpless and afraid.

  There were too many things that she had experienced before for her to stay coherent. Even though the talons of the bird held her firmly and without injury, Dascha could once again feel those earlier talons that had pierced her body and had caused her to bleed so badly that she had almost died. All of the fear and pain that she had felt on that long-ago day crashed into her mind, momentarily overwhelming her ability to think and plan.

  Only a split second had elapsed when she moved past her stunned amazement. <> she thought as she twisted her lithe body into action. There was no way she was going down without a fight.

  Stretching as far as she could, the small black cat attempted to sink her claws into the legs of the bird that held her. In the back of her mind, she was surprised that she knew it was a bird. There were flying reptiles and other things that were capable of swooping down and grabbing her, but she had known instantaneously that it was a bird.

  It was all up to her. There would be no rescue from this attack. No flying Savior. She needs to be able to do this for herself.

  Spitting and yelling at the top of her voice, Dascha was stopped cold by an amused comment from her captor.

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  Dascha turned that over in her mind for a short while, thinking through the ramifications and possible meanings for the things that Glenfrey had left unsaid. She noticed that the steppe eagle had begun to land on a rocky outcropping and held her questions until they were settled on the ground and she could regain her feet.

  Standing up and walking on slightly shaky legs after Glenfrey had released her, the small black cat seated herself about 3 feet away from her friend. Carefully wrapping her tail around her paws, she looked over at the huge bird and waited for him to talk. The time she had spent with Glenfrey and his witch, Henley, had taught her that attempting to hurry the bird would simply lead to additional delays.

  Shaking his wings out and then settling them across his back, Glenfrey brought first one eye and then the other to bear on Dascha. Of all the things that she could have thought that he would say, what came from him next was so far down her list that it didn’t even appear.

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  Glenfrey totally ignored her retort, instead choosing to answer a different question.

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  Dascha stared at her friend. He was not fidgeting, he was not looking sleepy and inscrutable. In fact, as best she could read the expression of a different species, he looked concerned and perhaps even a bit worried.

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  Dascha had adamantly refused to leave without telling Zhanna in person what she was doing. The flight back to Zhanna’s house was made quickly. Even so, Glenfrey had gotten more nervous and irritable during the trip. Dascha knew something else was going on but wasn’t exactly sure how to bring the subject up again.

  Glenfrey landed heavily on a fence post that was part of the boundary to the garden of Zhanna’s grandmother. The older woman had been weeding the garden as they arrived. With no sign of nervousness or fear, she moved over to confront the eagle.

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s than a foot away from the dangerous beak of the large predator, the small but sturdily built woman gazed deeply into the eagle’s eyes. She held that gaze for just a moment before a slight smile appeared on her face, and she turned to address Dascha.

  “We had better go talk to her right now. You will have to hurry to be on time.”

  Now completely confused, Dascha followed the older woman into the house and through the hall to the large kitchen. Zhanna was seated at the kitchen table with books opened up in front of her and an intent look on her face. Hearing her grandmother’s footsteps, she looked up with a smile.

  “I am almost done with my homework, Baba. Do you want me to help with supper?”

  “Not yet, dear. I still have weeding to finish, but I think that Dascha needs to talk to you first.”

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  In the background, there was a smothered laugh from the older woman, but Zhanna was focused on her familiar and ignored her grandmother.

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  A wave of love and acceptance exploded from Zhanna through the familiar bond. Dascha felt like she was gently held and petted. She could feel the edge of worry underneath that wave that was Zhanna’s feeling of her own inadequacies in their partnership. Sending a mental purr back at her witch, the familiar tried wordlessly to reassure the person that she loved above all others of her faith and devotion.

  The trembling smile that showed on Zhanna’s face was the only thanks that Dascha needed.

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  It’d taken Dascha just a short amount of time to get ready to leave. She was very worried about leaving Zhanna by herself, but Glenfrey had certainly made the point that she could use training as well as her witch.

  Zhanna had made sure that the traveling harness was set around Dascha carefully before she had sent her off with one last gentle pat.

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  Zhanna just simply laughed and waved goodbye.

  Glenfrey had been waiting outside sitting on the same garden post that he had used before. He very seldom looked nervous or antsy, but Dascha could tell that he was definitely ready to leave. Preferably right now.

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  Dascha kept forgetting how fast eagles were. One second she was carrying on a silent conversation with the large bird and the next he had swooped down and grabbed the back of her harness and was climbing through the air. The breath had exploded out of her body with the suddenness of his movement. There was a split second of fear, and then the same amazement surfaced that she had felt before when Glenfrey had carried her in the harness.

  The air rifling through her fur and the lack of anything under her feet gave the normally land bound cat a totally different perspective. She felt free. Nothing was binding her feet, and she didn’t have to worry about balance. There was simply the feeling of slicing through the air, fresh smells hitting her nose in a confusing mixture of tantalizing odors.

  The small cat felt excitement welling from deep inside of her. This was going to be an adventure, one that was started with curiosity and interest, rather than pain and injury.

  Chapter 2 – Elementary Vision

  The day was clear and the sun was warm, even in the cooler temperatures up high from the earth. This time, Dascha was more observant. She was curious about everything, staring around and looking at the pathways of the earth below her. There was a sense of vast speed as the small houses and skinny tendrils of roads seem to almost blur past her eyes.

  Once again, Dascha could see the tracery of colored lines that connected clouds in the earth. She could see a slight golden thread that seemed to pulse with Glenfrey’s power. Unsure of what it meant, she simply observed and kept her own counsel.

  They continued their flight for the next hour. Dascha stirring up information and simply enjoying the sensation of flight.

  The earth below them had changed in character. The uneven ground around the village had flattened out to some degree. Now there were lower and rolling hills rather than escarpments and ravines. The roads looked different even though there were about the same number of them. They tended to be wider and didn’t bother to avoid the hills. Instead, they tried to maintain straight lines whether or not they cut through the hills or went over them.

  Up ahead, just coming into view, Dascha noticed that there was a clump of extra tendrils of light that she had learned indicated active magic.

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  The eagle began a gentle descent toward the clouded area. Dascha found it difficult to look straight at the area inside the cloud. It was as if the haze was trying to convince her eyes to look aside. She could see some of the tendrils of magic that held it together and figured that’s what was happening. She had not noticed that color of the thread before, a purple so intense that it made her want to squint.

  The eagle and his passenger approached the edge of the cloud more closely. Dascha’s stomach tensed in response, fearing that they were going to smash into a wall. That did not happen. Instead, there was a strange little popping sound, and they were through the barrier. The lines of magic and the protective haze had both disappeared.

  Dascha drew a deep breath in amazement. The ground under them was filled with animals. To her startled gaze, it looked as if there were hundreds, but that was only her confusion. As she regained her composure and started to count, she saw that there were less than 50 overall. The small black familiar saw several more cats and a variety of dogs. There are other animals, including birds, ferrets or weasels, and one tired-looking wolf.

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  Glenfrey stopped speaking, instead concentrating on getting his passenger landed safely. The timing was tricky since the eagle was swooping down and needed to release Dascha’s harness at the perfect time. Ideally, he headed to release her so that she did not drop far enough to get hurt but did not have too much momentum.

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as he seemed to do everything. His release of Dascha let her absorb the momentum with a single, carryover step. His huge form had immediately pulled up and flown further to clear the area after he released Dascha’s harness. The small black cat was terribly impressed. Not only did he execute flawlessly, but he made it look easy.

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  No sooner had Dascha’s feet touched the ground then a large badger waddled over to her.

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