Thief of the Eclipse Short Story – Part 6: Dream Walking

It’s the second Tuesday of the month and you know what that means – the next segment of the Thief of the Eclipse short story!


Click here to start reading at the beginning. Below is a brief refresher on the story up to now (contains spoilers):


Zelena has been offered a mission by Lazaro, a mysterious diseased man.  He will tell her the truth about her father’s death if she steals memories from Father Remiel, her superior in the Eclipse Guard. Zelena stole the artifact from the caravan and must use it on Father Remiel.


And now, part 6.


Thief of the Eclipse Short Story – Part 6: Confronting Lazaro

It took Zelena three days to plot the next part of her mission and another week to find the right opportunity. She hoped Lazaro was desperate enough to wait for her.


After she was sure Father Remiel was asleep, Zelena shifted through the walls of the nearby rooms until she reached his quarters. Father Remiel snored softly. Thankfully the sleeping draught RaDorian had slipped into the Father’s evening tea had worked. Zelena knelt beside the bed, placed a hand on Father Remiel’s forehead, and shifted. An aura glowed around him and she stepped through. He stood in a tall building overlooking the Travel Plaza in Junction City. Portals opened throughout the plaza, spitting out more and more people into the battle that raged through the plaza.


“This is not it,” she said to herself. She closed her eyes and took a step. Opening her eyes, she saw she was in the council chamber. “No,” she said and stepped again. This time when she opened her eyes, her sister stood beside her, all grown up. Unlike the people in the memories, her sister looked directly at her and smirked.


“This isn’t real,” Zelena told herself. “You aren’t real,” she told the Usha ghost.


Closing her eyes, she poured all of her thoughts into Lazaro and stepped. When she opened her eyes she was on the street. The Usha ghost had followed. Father Remiel was looking at wares from a cart vendor. Across the street, they saw Lazaro. He knelt with her father in his arms, chanting something she couldn’t understand. Her father’s eyes stared blankly though his chest still rose and fell. This was the last time she’d seen him alive, but she didn’t remember Lazaro being there. Then she noticed a teenaged Usha pulling a four-year-old Zelena down the street away from their father.


Father Remiel cursed and stalked down the street following the girls.


Zelena took a step toward where her father lay, and the adult-Usha punched her in the side. She crumpled to her knees and her vision wavered.


“You’re not real,” she mumbled.


“Denial will only make it worse. Stop running from me, Zeley,” Usha said. “You’ve been a bad little girl and it’s time to pay for what you’ve done.”


— to be continued —


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Published on August 11, 2015 14:00
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Bonnie Terry Love the story, Robin! Can't wait to read more.
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