The following is an excerpt from Eleventh Elementum where Skylee shares the secret of her Humusara with Will.
Skylee took the book from her backpack, placed it on the foot of the bed and they both knelt in front of it. She quickly removed her necklace and placed it in the book’s cover. Will’s mouth dropped open as it began to transform.
“What’s bloody happening?”
“It’s aging¸ see, here’s the strange lettering,” she said touching the page. “But watch—wait—there—do you see it?
“No…eh…I don’t see anything, just unreadable script.”
“But you have to see it, look, don’t you see it?” Skylee took Will’s hand and placed it on the page.
They both gasped as a brilliant light appeared. It looked exactly like the light she’d seen the first time she placed the Elementum inside the cover. There was no time for Skylee to explain. Will’s body jerked, and his hand appeared to be stuck to the book. Just as before, a blaze of silvery white light erupted and formed a dazzling column of brightness that illuminated the room.
“Don’t be afraid,” whispered Skylee, seeing his eyes widen with astonishment.
Skylee shivered as the room grew colder and colder. She watched with tears in her eyes as Will gasped for air while the light moved up his arm to his chest. The same orb of twinkling light she’d seen days ago on her chest was now on his heart shining through the fabric of his shirt. Within seconds, the third column of light formed and returned to the book.
As the room warmed, Will stared down at the book. His hand softly rested on the page as he watched the flickering light fade. He didn’t speak, didn’t move. Words were appearing, shimmering across the page in front of him.
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The following is an excerpt from Chapter four of Eleventh Elementum
Book One of The Primortus Chronicles
Skylee rushed out of the memorial hall toward the wedding arch with the card from her mother clutched tightly in her hand. A huge cluster of butterflies flew along right behind her.
“I must bloody well be seeing things,” said Will, rubbing his eyes as he headed toward her.
Meanwhile Skylee’s eyes were so intently focused on the envelope, that she didn’t notice the colorful insects or Will. She scampered down the sidewalk toward him.
He gently reached out, clutched her arm and said, “Sky, what’s wrong?”
“Oh, Will, there you are!” she said in a distressed voice.
“What’s going on, eh?” he asked, staring up at the butterflies.
Skylee smiled when she heard his voice. His normally slight Australian accent was much stronger after being in Sydney. Actually, since Airon had come to live with them, Will had picked up more and more of his cousin’s Aussie ways. And Skylee noticed something else was different about Will. He had returned from his trip with blonde highlights in his wavy brown hair. She wouldn’t be surprised if the new surfer-boy look had turned many an Aussie girl’s head.
For some reason she didn’t like dwelling on that thought, so she turned her attention to giving Will a detailed answer about the stranger, the book, the necklace, and the words that had appeared and disappeared. During her little speech the butterflies, still hovering around her, continued to distract him.
“Uh-huh,” he grunted.
“Will?” Skylee called a little louder.
“Eh?” Will replied, with his eyes still glued to the butterflies.
“What are you looking at?” Skylee questioned grabbing his jacket.
Will finally turned his attention to Skylee and motioned with his eyes toward the fluttering creatures. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her around.
“That,” he said in a matter of fact tone.
Skylee cocked her head to the side in bewilderment. A mixture of shock and awe possessed her as she gazed at dozens of colorful butterflies flying above her head. She raised an eyebrow and said, “Eastern Tailed Blues, well…their real name is Cupido Comyntas—what are they doing here so early in the spring? Okay, that’s a little weird.”
“Cripes, Sky! It’s more than a little weird, by the look of it, they’re following you.” Will pointed out.
“All right, it’s really weird,” said Skylee, waving her hands in the air to shoo the butterflies away.
As she watched the purplish-blue butterflies floating into the sky she wondered if her mind was scattering with them. I must be going crazy. Why are all these bizarre things happening today? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.
“Will, did you hear what I told you?”
He nodded but continued watching the butterflies, now tiny specks, as they faded away. Then she softly tapped him on the shoulder, which caused him to jump and look over at her.
“Sorry, I’m a bit distracted,” he said with a crooked grin.
She smiled forgivingly at him. Over the last few months, there had been a change in their friendship. It was subtle, but she could sense awkwardness between them. So what…he’s still your best friend, she told herself. In fact they had been BFFs for as long as she could remember. Her mind drifted back to when she was about seven or eight. Those were the days when she spent much of her time with Will and Gracie. They had called themselves the three musketeers, one for all and all for one. That had been their motto. Those were blissful times even though the skies were gray and even after Gracie’s illness prevented them from going outside to play. They still had fun building forts out of blankets and dressing up like their favorite characters out of the books Gracie read to them. Then it all changed. Skylee wished things didn’t always have to change.