Dayne stood at the metal rail of the catwalk and scanned the warehouse for any sign of trouble. The floor below was a flurry of activity as people erected partitions and assembled cots. Volunteers prepared food for everyone in a kitchen at one end of the room while those with first aid training bustled about the medical bay treating those injured during the last attack. Elodie patrolled the warehouse floor and passed out guard rotations while Samon stood look-out at the main door. Squeals and laughter echoed from a far corner where Bailey and Lila created a make-shift playground for the younger children. Everyone was coming together in ways the Alfath could never have achieved before, and it was in no small part due to Lincon. Continue reading
Worry creased Ken’s brow as he stepped off the lift and approached his apartment. He paused outside the door and concentrated before slumping with relief. Tapping in the entry code, he stepped through the door to find Angela asleep on a couch. Continue reading
Collin was getting used to being dead.
Dayne led Lincon through a haphazard tour of what remained of The Court as they moved from fissure to fissure. At each stop Lincon was met with distrustful stares from the Alfath guarding the breaches, and at each stop they watched with growing amazement as he stretched a hand towards the opening and healed the rended stone. Continue reading
“I will stand unwavering before threats both familiar and alien to ensure humanity’s survival.”
The words of the oath rang through Lincon’s mind as he mounted the stairs and reached for the main doors of The Court. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing himself to unclench his jaw before stepping inside. He had to do this. Continue reading