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Chapter Four: The Chief


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Chapter Four: The Chief
            George Noble was on desk and training duty. He sighed as he laid his head down on his desk. He had been injured in his last mission. It got him thinking that maybe it was time to leave the Navy. He wasn’t getting younger and the life was becoming monotonous. He always figured he would go down in a glorious ball of fire as he defended his nation. But it seemed that was not going to happen. Once one is put on training duty, they tend to stay on training duty. To tell the truth he was bored and his life had become so routine that he was just going through the motions and generally was in a spaced out daze as he went through his day. Could he continue to do this until retirement? He was starting to think he couldn’t. But all he knew was the Navy since he blew out his knee at the start of his freshman year in college. He had quit school ad joined the Navy, getting a BA degree through the years, but he had stayed in the Navy. They trained him and he was highly skilled. He was a technical expert; he actually was a knives and sword expert as well. There wasn’t a knife or sword out there that he couldn’t figure out how to use, and use well. Not that people used swords in this day and age, but knives were still very important. There was a section in his training about knives. The newbies moaned about it until a damn knife saved their lives. He remembered the first time he held a knife. His father had given him a pocket knife and told him someday it would save his life. Someday that knife would be all that stood between his last breath and meeting his maker. George took that to heart. He learned everything he could about knives, and moved into swords. And his father was right. Many times in the course of his career one of his knives had been the difference between going to his final judgment and taking his next breath. But now wasn’t the time to get caught in his memories, he had a whole new set of trainees and he had to go test them. If only he had something he could go into if he left the Navy. But, again the Navy and being a military man was all he knew since he was eighteen years old. George lifted his head and groaned as he looked down at his schedule. Today was going to be a helluva day. He stood and grabbed his jacket and walked out of the office and towards the trainees.
            Abby was frowning. The best choice for a Protector was on a protected base. She sighed. She hadn’t known he was a lifer. They tend to stay and decline a spot. She hoped that with Joseph and Dean she could convince George to come. She flipped her hand and showed the guard a badge that would get her into the place. She smiled sweetly when Dean glared at her and Joseph was interested in how she made the fake. It didn’t take them long to get to George’s office. They were advised to sit and wait. George would be back shortly. Abby got up and went to the corner to start making some calls.
            George came back to the office to find a few people waiting for him. One was on the phone and she did not seem very happy. The other two looked bored. One was flipping through a book the other was on his phone. “May I help you?”
            Dean stood up. “Finally! Always waiting on the damn sailor boys!”
            George raised an eyebrow. “A Jarhead?”
            “And proud to be one Squid.” Dean smirked.
            “What does a Jarhead and his group want with me?”
            “Abs!” Dean yelled. “The Squid is here!”
            Abby turned and glared and held up one finger. She mouthed “Important!” She turned back around ignoring the three men.
            Joseph flicked his eyes around. “So where are you from originally?”
            George raised an eyebrow. “Little Rock, Arkansas. You?”
            “New York City.” Joseph answered.
            “Right outside of Central Point, Iowa myself.” Dean stated looking proud.
            “Iowa, huh? Idiots Out Wondering Around?”
            Dean shrugged and without missing a beat he came back at George. “Well, at least we have evolved beyond cow tipping and marrying our cousins.”
            Joseph stared wide eyed. Damn, the Marine and the Seal are going to kill each other; and they were going to take him out in the cross fire. He moved closer to Abby; fearing the end was near.
            George looked at Dean and then started laughing. “Oh God, that was great! Nice to meet you; I am Chief Warrant Officer George Noble.” He held out his hand.
            Dean took his hand and smiled. “Nice to meet ya Chief. I am Corporal Dean Cooper. That is Joseph McKinley, and the woman yelling curse words into her phone is Abigail Elyondottir.”
            “Okay, how can I help you all?”
            “Well, you see we are on a mission from God.” Dean smirked.
            Abby came back then and slapped him upside his head. “Behave Dean! You are going to make us sound like a bunch of crazy people.”
            “Well, you did admit to my brother you were not quite all there.” Dean smirked.
            Abby sighed. “May we speak to you privately Chief Noble?”
            “Sure.” George was curious after all, a smart-aleck Marine and New Yorker that seemed a bit off, and a woman who, well to be honest had this aura around her of adventure. After they were in his office and seated he looked to Abby. She seemed to be the leader after all. “Well, what is all this about?”
            Abby gave a weak smile. “Okay, so there is magic in the world. Ley lines, and because of this many items throughout the world have been imbued with magic, but in the wrong hands it can cause the end of the world. Mostly because I will end it before I see it destroyed.”
            George looked at her. “Okay, magic is real, and how does this affect me?”
            “Well, you see…” Abby explained Keepers and then she went on to Protectors. “You see, though some of the Keepers, like Dean here, can more than take care of themselves, we still need Protectors. Not only to protect the Keepers and Guides but to protect the catacombs and mines themselves. And no they are not just hired muscle. Protectors are just as important as the Keepers and Guides. Perhaps more so; yes generally speaking the Keepers are the ones that follow the clues to the item that is being retrieved or working towards something and the Protectors are there to make sure they aren’t shot or stabbed or well, killed. The reason for that is very simple, most of the time a Keepers mind goes a billion miles a minute. They are sorting good information from bad information to find the next step. Because of that they are vulnerable and not aware of their surroundings. So I need the Protectors, whose minds are very detailed oriented on the surroundings to make sure the Keepers and the Protectors make it out of the mission alive.”
            George nodded. “Makes sense. But again why me?”
            “You see, as the creator I see every life force; because of that I can make a list of those who have the abilities to be a Keeper, Protector or Guide. You would make a very good Protector. And I am here to offer you that spot as a Protector. Save the World; protect it, and have a grand adventure while you are doing so.” Abby smiled.
            “What do you mean save the world?” George asked.
            Dean smirked and Joseph gave a grin. “Told you to start with the reason why you need to get newbies!” Dean stated and hi-fived Joseph. They were right.
            Abby turned and glared at them. “Okay, so all my other Keepers, Protectors and Guides were murdered. We were betrayed. To prevent The Sisters of Lilith from getting control over the catacombs and mines I shut them down. The issue is if they aren’t opened soon they will implode and destroy the Earth. But I can’t open them until I have a new time.”
            “And who are The Sisters of Lilith?” George asked.
            “Lilith, if you know anything in the bible, was Adam’s first wife. We created that first woman who would become the first demon. She was wanted magic into the world to enslave the mortals. What many don’t know is that Lilith and Adam had a daughter. Lilith took the daughter and trained her. Lilith was the first enemy of my first Keepers; mostly because she was a demon by that point. My brothers had abandoned our creation; I was alone, but for my mortals, and I had just given Earth magic. The leadership has been passed down mother to daughter since and always female. They only have males for breeding purposes to be honest. They generally kill them after they have a daughter. If they have a son they raise him to be a husband to a sister. They are a very radical group hell bent on giving mortals magic. But we, meaning my brothers and I, didn’t create mortals to be able to withstand the power of pure magic flowing through their bodies. Magic would kill all the mortals.  Basically their goal is to enslave humanity.” Abby explained.
            George looked at Abby. “Okay…” He took a breath. He sat back.  “So this is basically a job offer? You come poaching from the Military?”
            Abby chuckled. “No, I don’t poach only from the military. It is all based upon your soul Chief. And you, contrary to your beliefs, have a good soul.”
            “No matter the red dripping from my ledger?”
            “Everybody has red Chief. Think of the amount of red in my own? I can’t interfere with Death. When we created this realm for our father’s approval, there were three brothers full of goodness, life, kindness, all that is light in the world. There were also three brothers full of evil, death, hate and all that is dark in the world. So each created an entity that would not, could not, be interfered with; Life and Death. Life and Death are cousins so to say. I can heal someone; I can even bring someone back from the brink of death if it is not their time. But if it is there time…” She shrugged before continuing. “There is nothing I can do. The same life. Though I helped create the souls in realm, I have no control over which are brought to life. That is life’s choice. And some are reincarnated many, many times, and others are sent right to their punishment or reward. There is not only heaven and hell, but purgatory. Purgatory is where your soul sits and waits its judgment. Their souls are held in limbo and frozen until their life is viewed by Life and Death. They make the choice then of punishment, reward, or a do over. That is all reincarnation really is, is a do-over.” Abby explained.
            George nodded. “So we get paid and benefits?”
            Abby nodded. “Of course, I wouldn’t just rip you from your life like that; money and benefits are included as well as accommodations while traveling. You would mostly live at base.”
            George sat back and pondered this for a moment. It would get him out of the Navy. It was similar enough that it wouldn’t cause that much havoc upon his life. “How much?”
            Abby raised an eyebrow. “A special bank account is set up in each name, at the beginning of each month one hundred thousand dollars is deposited into that account. There is also another account set up and credit cards given for all expenses while on duty, so to say. Travel expenses for business or food while on business, etcetera would come from this joint account.” Abby explained. “As well as all doctor, dental, vision expenses; also each person has a hundred million dollar life insurance policy where they will need to name a benefactor.” She finished.
            Dean and Joseph looked floored and George looked at them. “You didn’t ask?”
            “Honestly saving the world sounded a lot more fun than tending the farm.” Dean stated.
            Joseph shrugged. “She saved my kid. She could have asked for my soul and I would have willingly given it to her.”
            George nodded. “Well, I got those answers for us. So when do I start?”
            Abby smirked. She picked up the phone. “I need a transfer of one Chief Warrant Officer George Noble to my unit.” There was a pause and George’s fax machine came to life.
            George picked up. ‘Effective immediately you have been reassigned and shall answer to only to the President. Your orders are to go with Miss Abigail and your new title is Protector.’ George looked up and held the paper. “Explain.”
            “You see I couldn’t get away with a lot of the things I have to get away if the governments didn’t know about me. The President, Dictator, Prime Minster, Emperor, etcetera, they all know about me. They are bound by oaths not to say anything. The magic of that oath would kill them if broke it. I mean a lot of my Keepers and Protectors and even Guides have been in the military. Of course, I don’t get a lot of lifers, most inactive. So, a call, a reassignment, and poof!”
            George nodded. “Thank you.” He stated.
            Dean smirked. “Go pack! And we get to go on the next step! As soon as we have everybody we are opening the catacombs and mines! I can’t wait! All that knowledge!”
            George laughed. “Give me a half hour and I will meet you out front.”
            Abby nodded. “Let’s go boys!” She pushed Dean and Joseph out the door, leaving George to pack up.
            George sat there for a moment. He blinked a few times. Had that just happened? Had that really just happened? His creator he had been avoiding like the plague since he joined the Navy just came to him to help save the Earth? To save this realm? He swallowed. Could he do it without failing? But it was the adventure he craved. And if he was going to go down… well, he would just have to go down in a fiery blaze of glory! George stood and went to his barracks. He had everything packed within those thirty minutes. Being a lifer he learned to not be attached to material items, especially when he was often deployed overseas. He walked out of the barracks and saw them standing next to an SUV. “I am so driving!” He yelled.
            Dean looked put out! “What? No! Your Squid ass is going to kill us all!”
            “Oh and a Jarhead behind the wheel is so safe isn’t it?” George stated.
            Joseph looked wide-eyed. “Oh, no!” He took a dive into the SUV and opened he wasn’t hit in the cross fire.
            Abby rolled her eyes and got in the SUV. “I am driving. Now get your asses in the vehicle!”
            Dean and George both looked at each other and shrugged. They both got in the vehicle and waited. “Well? Where are we going?” George asked.
            Abby smirked. “Time to get another Keeper. August Shepherd, 19: Cambridge, Massachusetts.”

Chapter Three: The Thief


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Chapter Three: The Thief
            When they landed Abby wasted no time as she hailed a taxi and went to one of the top hotels facing Central Park. Dean was shocked at the hotel choice, it had to be thousands a night. Abby shrugged. “I am a powerful being that without the world would literally stop turning.”
“You don’t believe in being humble, do you?” Dean asked as they went up to the top floor.
“If you got it, you flaunt it. Or at least create a mask that only shows extreme pride and confidence. It is the only way to survive in the world.” Abby closed her eyes. “To show weakness is like cutting yourself inside a pig pen full of starving pigs.”
            Dean shook his head. “You surprise me, lady.”
            “I exist to surprise. Call me Abby, Dean.” Abby opened the suite. She looked at Dean and made a choice. “Look, I am not a good honest person like you Dean. Most people aren’t, to be honest. I am all that is good and evil in this world. I am both light and dark. I am balance. Yes, there is a heaven, there is a hell, and souls go to both. There are angels. There are demons. There are things that you can’t even imagine that exist within the very realm I have created. Does the one you call God run heaven? No. Michael used to run heaven, he…” Abby sighed and shook her head. “The same with Lucifer, he used to run hell. I will explain more at another time. But I want you to remember I will do things you with hate. There are also times I will leave and come back…” She paused, as she tried to think about how to explain how she acted when she would come back from her duties. “Different is the best word to explain it.” She then smiled, it was weak and forced but a smile. “Get some rest Dean. Tomorrow we find the next on the list. Tomorrow we find Joseph, and see if he passed or will pass his test.” With that, she went into her room leaving Dean to his thoughts. She slid down the wall facing the window and pulled her knees to her chest. The pain of the loss of so many still causing her life force, her soul, to bleed; she rubbed her chest. She knew time would dull the pain. But since she lost her first human she also had taken the death of her creations hard. She mourned for each one. She just knew how to function through the pain. She let the tears fall; she couldn’t stop them if she tried. She had her face buried in her knees and hadn’t noticed that Dean had entered to room until he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Dean? Did you need something?”
            Dean shook his head. “I just realized that being immortal that is balance must be hell on your heart and soul.” He slid down next to her. “Don’t worry Abby; we will protect the world…” He gave her a cocky smirk. “After all, you already recruited the best.”
            Abby was shocked into laughing. “Thank you, Dean. Now go get some rest. I wasn’t kidding when I stated we have a long day ahead of us.”
            Dean stood and squeezed her shoulder. “You will see Abby, we won’t fail.” With that, Dean went to do as she suggested.
            Abby smiled. He really would be one of the best Keepers. She stood and made her way to the bed before just falling on it, face first, fully clothed, within moments she was asleep. The events of the last couple days catching up with her; and her exhausted body demanding rest.
            The next day, after sleeping the day before away, Abby and Dean were out hunting through the streets of New York. The list kept bouncing addresses, meaning that Joseph was on the move or with as many souls in the city the magic of the large ley line, that ran under the city, was having issues filtering his soul out of the millions that walked the streets of New York.
            They had been at it since dawn and it was now coming upon midday. Dean was frustrated. “Screw this!” He moved to hit himself in the leg just on encounter his cell phone. He perked up. He took it out and started typing on it. “I am going to try a search on Joey!” he explained. After an hour Dean let out a triumphant yell. “Got him!” He wrote down the address and handed it to her; it was to a high rise they passed a few times.
            Abby looked at the smartphone. For as long as she had been on this Earth, she really didn’t know much about their technology, their sciences, their beliefs, she knew. But their technology, no. “Why didn’t you think of this before?” Not accusing, just curiosity filled her tone.
            “Not used to it.” Dean shrugged as he stuck the phone back in his pocket. “Between the Marines and the farm, I didn’t have a need.” He explained as they walked to the building. He got there and he ran his down all the buttons and one of the people he disturbed buzzed them into the building. Dean looked excited that it worked. “I saw that in a movie; can’t believe it actually worked.”
            Abby laughed as she pressed the button on the elevator for the top floor. “Most people just want to stop the buzzing. I mean this security is decades old; with all the advancements I am sure they think there are other safeguards in place.”
            Dean snorted. “People are too dependent on technology.”
            Abby nodded as they walked down the hall. Half way down the hall Abby stopped. Her eyes went wide. There were two spots flowing in front of her eyes, one was very sick, dying. She ran to the apartment and broke down the door. She normally didn’t interfere in the life and death of mortals, but the soul dying had a fate she had yet to fulfill. Abby was pushing the man out of the way and laying her hands upon the little girl. She had to be only about five years old. Abby winced as her powers told her what was wrong. Cancer. Created by Lucifer himself. He was the oldest or the dark triplets, just as Michael was the oldest of the light triplets. Abby heard Dean keeping ahold of the man as she laid her hands on the little girl’s chest. She closed her eyes. She dropped her spells making her look human. She grew to about twelve foot tall, her wings ripped her shirt as they came out and a glow of gold surrounded them, the wings themselves were huge, at least six foot each and there were four sets of two wings. She ignored the gasps as she poured her healing magic, her light part of her life force, into the little girl. She destroyed the cancer in the little girl’s body and healed her body and mind. She pulled her magic back and pulled her wings back and shrunk. Her shirt was ruined with her wings came out. She looked down at the little girl. The only side effect would be she would live to at least be one hundred years old. She turned around and rubbed the back of her neck. “Hi…” She stated.
            Joseph knelt by his daughter’s bed begging a god he didn’t know if he even believed in to save his daughter. To spare her life. He would do anything, anything that was needed to just allow his baby to grow up. The only good thing that had come out of his mess five years ago with that person that was called her mother. He had done so many bad things and he was sure he was in hell as he had to watch is child waste away. For three years he did any and all jobs to come his way, even those he didn’t agree with, just so he could pay for his daughter’s treatments. She was his light. His light in his black soul. After all from runner to dealer to thief isn’t the life of a good honest man and now his daughter was paying the price for his sins. “Please, God, spare Adanya. I will do anything. Please, God, please.” Just then he heard his door being broke down. Before he knew what was going on a woman, in jeans and a long sleeve tee shirt, was pushing him towards a muscular blue eyed man, he was dangerous Joseph knew this, he could tell by the hardness, the ice, of those clear blue eyes. He went to say something to this man that had the high and tight haircut, to tell him to get out. He had to protect his daughter, even in her last moments.  That is when he saw a glowing come from the woman. His eyes went wide as before his eyes the woman turned into an angel and a glow went over his daughter. He stared at the woman when she rubbed the back of her neck after she stood up to face him. He couldn’t help but blink. All the bad he had done in his life and someone listened. This angel saved his child. “Thank you.” He whispered.  He moved to see his daughter sleeping peacefully for the first time in three years. “Who are you?”
            Dean laughed. “Dude, you are Joseph McKinley?”
            “Yeah, I am Joseph.” Joseph was confused.
“Dude you are in for a helluva ride,” Dean stated.
Abby rolled her eyes; she switched her view on and looked at the man’s soul. She nodded. He wasn’t honest, but he was loyal and a good man. A thief, but he only did what he needed to for his child. “Well, you see Joseph I came to see you because you have been chosen to protect the Earth…” Abby stated and Joseph’s eyes went wide then rolled into the back of his head as he fell to the ground. “Well, that could have gone better,” Abby stated as Dean started laughing.
Joesph gave a groan when he came too. “Man, that was a helluva dream.” He said to himself as he looked at the clock and frowned. He had taken a nap when his daughter was dying? The dream had seemed real. Was it? Had his prayers been answered and his daughter’s life spared? He moved and went into his living room; there he saw the man that had been with the angel. “Where is the angel?” He asked as he kept his shock down that an angel and a man broke into his house and healed his daughter.
Dean smirked. “Getting a makeover from your daughter. She woke about five minutes after I and Abs got you to your room. Well, more like after I dragged your dead weight ass to your room. And Adanya thought the angel needed to play Princess with her.”
“My daughter is playing dress up with an angel?”
Dean laughed, “more like our creator.”
Joseph sank into a chair. “She is God?”
Dean shook his head. “No, it seems the mortal realm, in which we live, was a gift to God from his nine angels, his first angels.” Dean sat down the book he had gone to buy after making sure Abby and the child would be fine.
Joseph saw the book, he picked it up. “A book of Angels?”
“Touching upon the names of the Angels; I am trying to figure out which one she is.”
Joseph nodded and flipped through the book. “So I have been chosen to save the world?”
Dean nodded. “Yeah, we have been chosen. A Marine Farmer and a Genius Tech Thief. And we are two of the ten that will be chosen. Makes you wonder out of the saints and billions of people in this world, what did we do to have been chosen and tested.”
“Tested?”
“Yes, and we passed our tests without even knowing it.”
“Don’t get me wrong but…” Joseph paused, “you know my name, but what is yours and the angel’s?”
“Dean Cooper and the person we owe our existence to is Abby.”
“Abby? Abby is the name she chose to walk the Earth with?”
“Abigail Elyondottir.”
“Why?” Joseph smiled as he heard his daughter laughing.
“My guess is Abby is connected to her true name somehow and her last name means Daughter of God Most High.”
“I would have never have known that. Did she tell you that?”
“No. My specialty so to say is myths, cultures, religions, names, cryptology, etcetera. It was my obsessions when I was a child.”
“A genius becomes a Marine Farm Boy?”
“My duty was to my country and my family. I couldn’t afford college. And can you talk, a genius who is a thief?”
“Touché.” Joseph sat back, “As I was saying, I don’t want you taking this the wrong way, but I can’t just leave my daughter. I want to help protect and save this world. But what about my child?”
Abby came in carrying Adanya at that moment. “I have had Keepers before with children, there are protected houses and a grand school and I have the best caretakers and nannies money can buy. All tested and thoroughly checked. You see my school is one of the top boarding schools in the world. But parents can come and stay at any time with their children.”
Joseph thought about it. “Wait you started Saint Christopher’s School? It is almost impossible to get in there, are they all chosen?”
“No, children are tested and allowed in if they pass, and it isn’t all intellectual either. Their souls do play a role as well. I know that Danny here was to get an invite soon. As she has a grand destiny before her.”
Joseph took a breath. He wanted everything for his daughter that he never had; an education, a way to be an honest woman. And he owed this angel. She would have his loyalty. His penance would be to protect this world for his daughter and to repay the angel that had mercy and release his daughter from her untimely death and an early grave. Though he was sure she would have been awarded in death. he was selfish to want more time with his daughter, to watch her grow up, get married, and be the woman that would be a light to the world. A light to be the world he never could be in his life. He looked at Abby. “Angel, you got me. Let’s save this spinning ball of amorality.”
Abby raised an eyebrow but didn’t contradict him. “Let’s get Danny to the school and registered. After that, we go and get a Protector since I have a feeling with two keepers I am going need some help keeping you both out of trouble.” Abby smiled. “After all, I will need help wrangling in a Marine and a Thief.” She laughed as she walked into Danny’s room to get her packed for her next stop on her journey and the first on the road to fulfilling her destiny.
Abby smiled as they boarded the private jet. The first time, when they left Iowa, she hadn’t had time to set up a private jet; but with Danny packing she had time to make the needed calls and set it up. Now just a plane ride to South Dakota and she and her two Keepers could be on their way.
Joseph was mostly focusing on spending these last moments with his daughter. Dean was reading the books he had picked up at the bookstore not far from the apartment. Abby was using her, admittedly, limited knowledge to email her financial advisors and lawyers to set up funding and accounts for her new Keepers.
When they landed it was late so they booked a hotel and spent the night before dropping Danny off the next morning at St. Christopher’s.
After a touching goodbye Abby got Joseph and Dean some food and coffee before settling them on the plane towards the next spot on their journey.
Joseph and Dean watched her as hewn through the list and watched as she closed her eyes then crossed out some of the names before looking up at them. “So where are we going, Angel?”
“Yeah, Abs, who are we going to go get?” Dean asked.
“George Noble, 35: Coronado, CA.”

Chapter Two: The Jarhead

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Chapter Two: The Jarhead
            When Abby landed in Nowhere Iowa the only thing she could see was vast rows of corn and the bright shine of the waxing moon. Abby took a deep breath. She loved the fly over states of America, especially Iowa. The air was sweet and crisp, just like biting into a perfect apple. Now to find Dean.
            Dean took a long drink from his cold beer; he needed it. It had been a tough harvest and he barely made enough to keep the farm steady. He smiled at a couple of girls that tried to get his attention; he was the Former Marine War Hero that came home and took care of his momma and pa until they passed last year. He looked back to his beer; here in town he was a jack of all trades but a master of none. What his friends, family, neighbors, town folk, didn’t know was his interest in cultures, religions, myths and the like. He was a bit of a master in that area. But he gave up college to be the Marine and a good son. But then again it was better to be a jack of all than a master of one. He tipped back his beer and drained the glass. He stood to leave when a voice shouted his name; causing Dean to groan. “Brett.” Dean turned to face his former best friend. They had, had a falling out when Dean was still in the Marines when the Cooper Farm prospered because Dean took a leave to work his ass off to save it, and the Clark Farm failed.
            “Well, if it isn’t Mr. Perfect? Packing in an early night Deano?” Brett and his group jeered.
            “Hell Brett, I have had a helluva harvest and I have to be up with the sun to finish. What the hell do you care if I call an early night?” Dean prepared himself for a fight when he saw Brett was about three sheets to the wind.
            Brett sneered. “You know you think you are so much better than me because you saved your farm.”
            “I never said that Brett. I had to save the family farm. What was I supposed to do? Let it fail because yours did?”
            Brett yelled. “You hated that farm! You said you were trapped there! That it was killing your soul!”
            Yes, well, it is still my home. My father’s life’s work.” Dean pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Blood finally thicker than water?” That is your reason you focused all n your family farm and left me to fend for myself?”
“I would never use that reasoning! I chose your side! Remember? I choose you as my family Brett. I chose you over my own damn blood brother to support.  I chose you! I believed you when nobody else did! I believed you and fought for you! When we lost that battle we left! We joined the Marines and only came back when we had no choice! You are my best friend, this misunderstanding won’t ever change that! You are my brother. If I had known I would have worked myself to death to try to save both farms!” Dean yelled at Brett. “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. That is what we used to say when anybody questioned me when I chose your side over my brother’s. Each and every time. I chose you as my brother. That is a lot thicker than the water of the womb that I shared with my own brother.”
Brett blinked but before he could respond or continue the argument, one of Brett’s men punched Dean. Dean sneered. He didn’t start fights, but he sure as hell finished them.
Abby finally figured her way into the town. “Damn, it’s small.” She whispered. She looked down at her list; the only benefit of this list was it updated their location. Dean Cooper: Jo’s Pool Hall. Abby winkled her nose, she hated bars. She was a being of pure magic after all; well she was one of the original nine creations of the Father. Humans called him God and credited them for their creation. In a way she guessed they were right, she and her brothers did create Earth as a gift to please their Father. “No, Abby, No don’t think of them. Think of those who need you. Your mortals. Don’t think of your brothers and your father. You made your choice long before your mortals became homo-sapiens.” Abby scolded herself. Abby moved down the streets, she finally saw the hole in the wall dive bar. She looked inside and saw the fight. She rolled her eyes and walked in and whistled. The bar stopped mid-action; it was quite funny. “Holy Hell Hounds!” She yelled into the silence, mostly for shock value.
Dean helped Brett up and looked over to her. “Thanks, lady.”
Abby smirked. “Didn’t do it for your pretty face darling. I am here on business. I am looking for Dean Cooper.”
Dean raised an eyebrow. “What do you want with me, lady?”
“I need to talk to you.” Abby smiled and turned her head when her senses picked up a tainted presence. Fear filled her; Leslie’s right hand Alice Burnt just entered the town, that explained the tainted presence, Alice was once slated to be a Protector and failed when she allowed Leslie to talk her into following her family values over her own values. Selling yourself out, let alone others would taint one’s soul. But the question of the moment was, how did she know about the list of potentials?
Alice sighed; recruiting missions sucked. She didn’t know how Leslie got the list, but there was a list of potential sisters and she was always sent to recruit them. She looked down at the name: Samantha Clark. Who knew Iowa could hold any type of potential? She was sent here to kill about a quarter of the potential Keepers and Protectors that the world could produce. She shuddered at the things she did. She didn’t even believe half the stuff the Sisters did but she loved Leslie, and she was the one Alice would follow to hell and back. She went off to search for her new recruit. When she got to the address she walked through the gates and frowned. A cemetery? She followed the list and came upon a stone. Damn it! This list had to be older. This woman had been dead for a long time. Alice cursed and left. She had to tell Leslie. If the list was older that may mean the recruits were no longer viable or no longer available. She moved to the edge of the road and took a breath. She took out a piece of Amelia Earhart’s plane and activated it back to her base. She hated traveling like this. It took an hour and it felt as if you were being torn apart and put back together. She shuddered as the magic of the piece activated and she was thrust into a black hole.
Abby looked at the two men that started at her. She swallowed; “anybody object to me stealing Dean? No? Good!” Abby grabbed Dean’s hand and turned to leave.
Brett grabbed Dean away from her. “Hey, lady! That is my best friend. You can’t just come in and drag him off somewhere! You could be a psycho killer!”
Abby blinked. “Come on then, we gotta go.” Abby did see the name Clark under possible Protectors, but she knew she wouldn’t choose him; his jealousy and temp were not productive to a good Protector. That she had a feeling that Dean would need him to keep the farm. Subleasing or something the far to Brett so that Dean could come with her to protect the world.
Brett looked at Dean to ask what to do. Dean Shrugged. “Sure, let’s go lady.”
Abby sighed; “name’s Abby. Let’s go!” She walked out the door. She looked right and left; she grabbed them both then and dragged them into the alley off the bar. “Where can we go to talk that we won’t be overheard?” Abby asked the two men.
Dean nodded, mostly to himself, “we can go to my place. I live alone and on a lot of acreages, no neighbors for miles.”
Abby nodded. “Good. Let’s go.”
Dean then led them to his truck and they were on their way. Dean looked over to Brett. “Nothing like a bar fight to sober you up huh, Brett?” Dean asked as he drove to his place.
“Always Deano. Always.”
Abby let them chat. She had other things on her mind. Other things to focus on then the boys talking about fighting. She had an eye on the surroundings. How did Alice and Leslie know? She just created the list. Only she had the list. What else did Jesse tell that monster? If Abby didn’t know any better she would think Leslie was Lilith reincarnated. But Abby took care of Lilith herself. She regretted ever helping her brothers create that first woman; after all, Lilith became the first enemy of the first keepers, but more than that Lilith was the first demon. Abby shuddered at that. One of her brothers had given Lilith her powers right before he abandoned her. After all, they abandoned Earth right after the first sin of the ancestors of Homo-Sapiens. Something that four of her brothers caused. She sighed. She knew light needed dark, good needed evil; she knew this because she was created as a balance between the darker aspects of existence and the lighter aspects of existence. She sighed again as she brought her attention back to their surroundings. She had to protect not only her potential Keeper but his friend.
Dean may be chatting with Brett, but the both of them were watching this Abby lady. He didn’t know what she wanted with him and Brett was just really thinking this whole feud over in his mind. He had been in the wrong. And they both thought the sooner they both got answers the better it would be for all involved.
They finally parked in front of an old farm house. Abby looked at it; she could practically feel the love and determination that went into this land and house to keep it alive. Abby nodded to herself when she felt that Dean’s life force had one of the strongest imprints on the land. He would be a wonderful Keeper. His test had been passed. Abby smiled; each test was different, some like Dean’s, started at their birth and never ended. He was a man of honor, of soul, he was a man that was ethical, kind, hard-working, and loyal, he was one of the many that reminded her of why she fought for this mortal realm, when her brothers had given up on the mortals, which she and her brothers had made to gain favor with their father.
            “Come on lady!” We don’t have all night. I gotta be up in the sun tending the land.” Dean hollered from his front porch.
            Abby came out of her thoughts. It was so easy to get lost in them considering she was always thinking a billion things. Always making sure the Earth was doing what it needed to; from the core rotating to the ozone repairing itself. “Of course, Dean, time is of the essence.” The longer the catacombs and minds stayed closed upon themselves, the closer the magic, Abby had given the world, came to combusting the Earth. Destroying what Abby sacrificed everything for; including her place beside her father. She shuddered as she thought of what would happen if the Earth ended. She knew she would never join either set of brothers and her Father was always so distant after he created them; lost in his own mine most of the time. She moved to follow Dean and Brett into the house.
            “Coffee?” Brett grunted as he moved to the kitchen as if the last five years hadn’t happened.
            Dean nodded and took his chair. “What do you want with me, Abby…?” He trailed off waiting for the last name. After all, she hadn’t given one and she wasn’t from a town that he knew.
            Abby winced. When she created the name Abigail for herself on this mortal realm it was a play on the name her father gave her: Anabona. Her brothers sued to her AB. So when they left she dropped the name but took Abby, or Abigail, to still hold them close but to not only shed the name she had been given at her creation but to try to shed the hurt and betrayal she felt when her father all but ignored her and her brothers abandoned her. She had to think of the last name and quick. Elyondottir. “Abigail Elyondottir.” Abby gave a formal greeting.
            “Abigail the daughter of God Most High, that is your name?” Dean asked as he took the coffee from Brett.
            Abby took the coffee and gave a weak smile. “Yes, I guess that is what my name means.”
            Dean took a drink. “Explain.” It was a demand. Not a request.
            Abby took a deep breath. “Okay, as you can guess, something is up with my name. God did not create the Earth. He was the catalyst why it was created but he didn’t create it. At some point eight of the nine beings that created it…”
            Brett stopped her. “Lady, are you crazy?”
            “Do not interrupt or I will wipe your mind!” Abby hissed. “You are here because Dean has the right for the family to know.”
            Dean snapped. “Don’t yell at him. Just keep going, lady. So God didn’t make Earth but was the reason behind it. Nine beings created and eight left. Why didn’t the ninth?”
            “If she left the mortal realm would be destroyed,” Abby stated and then took a drink. She was waiting for Dean to get it. “She did all she could to prevent that. But there was a reason there were nine beings used to create the mortal realm.”
            Dean tilted his head. “And what happened to her?”
            “She had to bless the Earth with certain things. She then created a serious of Catacombs and Mines across the globe; accessible to only her and her chosen few; at varying points in the globe. The access points are types of worm holes, so to say, that will take them back to the main office and they can leave that same door and be back there or go out another and be at a different spot. It isn’t perfect and sometimes there is a lot of traveling that has to be done. But it works for the purpose of the catacombs and mines.”
            “Which is?” Brett asked.
            “Which is to protect these gifts that had been given to the Earth, and make sure the gifts don’t fall into the wrong hands, to gather knowledge and power of the Earth; to be a place that will be protected from the ravages of time and to make sure the world doesn’t stop spinning… literally.” Abby stated. Not a lie at all; she just forgot that they were there to train the Keepers, Protectors, and Guides to help stop the Sisters of Lilith and groups like them from giving mortals magic. Their bodies wouldn’t be able to stand it. There is magic in this world, and the mortals can weld magical objects, but their bodies couldn’t handle the magic and would change and eventually have to be destroyed. Merlin’s secret was a ring upon his hand; Morgana’s was her scepter.
            “And what do you want with Deano?” Brett asked.
            “You see this being; she had a list of people that would help her. The Keepers, that kept the gifts safe, the Protectors that kept the Keepers safe and the Guides that guided them both.”
            Dean looked at her. “You are the being. The one that stayed?” Things clicked; but why would she want him? These Keepers, Protectors, and Guides sounded like the elite of the world, after all, they were charged with keeping the Earth from dying.
            Abby tilted her head and raised her glass.  “Got it in one. Normally it takes my potential Keepers a bit longer.”
            “So you are here to make me a Keeper?” Dean asked.
            “Yes. I am here to off you one of five spots open for becoming a Keeper.”
            “What would I be doing?”
            “It is a full-time job. You live it, and you breathe it, kind of like the military. It is an adventure you won’t ever stop living. It is an adventure that very few ever get to experience in their lifetime. Your name was on a very short list. You passed your test without ever noticing it. You would be a grand Keeper.”
            “Why do you need a new Keeper?”
            Abby winced and rubbed her chest. “There are at any one times, normally, thousands upon thousands of potential Keepers, I choose five. There are never more than five. Along with the five Keepers, there are three Protectors and two Guides.” She took a deep breath. “Recently one of the Keepers betrayed us. They gave the list I had created when I had chosen him to the enemy; The Sisters of Lilith, yes named after the first demon, anyways, they took the list and killed every single one of my potentials. Thousands upon thousands killed, and they hid it from me through a traitor. This traitor then led them into the Catacombs where they killed my whole team, including the traitor. I had to shut down the catacombs and mines.”
            “Shutting them down is bad why?” Dean and Brett both asked.
            “You see the main gift the Earth was given was the ley lines…”
            “Magic…” Dean whispered. “Magic is real?”
            “Very. Real though mortals can’t contain in their bodies they can use magical artifacts. Morgana used a feather from Lucifer’s wings. Merlin used a feather from Michael’s to create ‘wands’ to show they had magic and to shape the world they wanted.”
            “That doesn’t explain why the mines being closed is a bad thing,” Brett stated.
            “You see the magic is building in them. The catacombs and the mines are shut down from the outside world. The magic from the ley lines that flow through them have no way to escape; because of that it is building and building and if we don’t get them back open, and soon, the Earth will explode and the mortal realm will finally come to an end. That is why I am here to offer you a spot as a Keeper Dean. I need your help to protect this realm.”
            Dean was silent as he thought. Brett, however, wasn’t. He jumped up. “So let me get this straight, the world is about to go boom and you want Deano here to go with you to prevent it? You are wack lady!”
            Abby sighed. “I admit I am not the sanest person. I can’t be. I am older than the existence of this realm and the only companionship I have had since my brothers and father abandoned me are my chosen few. However, my questionable sanity is it does not change the fact the Earth needs Keepers, Protectors, and Guides.”
            Brett turned to Dean. “Brother, you can’t honestly be thinking about doing this! You heard her! The last group was murdered! And she even admitted she is insane!”
            Dean turned to Brett. “I can give you the farm. Make you a partner. We can make it the Clark/Cooper Farms. I can do this. You can do this part. An adventure sounds amazing. You always said that this land was killing me. That it was taking my life force, and you only wanted this, we can split responsibilities. After all, by saving the world I keep my brother safe. Unlike how I kept my sister safe from my blood.”
            “Samantha would have never blamed you, and I never blamed you. Hell, our parents never blamed you. That was all on him.” Brett sneered him like it was a curse word. They never mentioned the name of that bastard that killed his sister and got away with even though Dean testified against him.
            “What do you say Clark-Cooper Farms?” Dean asked.
            Brett looked at his brother. He knew his brother wanted this, he needed to get out of this town, Dean wasn’t built for this life and it was the only life Brett wanted. He took Dean’s hand. “Cooper-Clark Farms.”
            Dean smiled and stood and hugged Brett. “It is good to have you back Brother.”
            “Sorry for being an ass. So what now?”
            Abby stood. “Pack Dean. We leave to find the next Keeper. After that, we will get a Protector.” She took Dean’s hand. “Thank you. This realm is more my home and soul than the realm in which I was created.”
            Dean shook her hand. “Well, it is my home.” He smiled. “Let me pack.” He left the room.
            “You take care of my brother you hear?” Brett looked at her. “Or you answer to me.”
            “You would have made a decent Protector if I didn’t know you were needed here.” She gave a half truth. He would have been decent. Not great but decent, his anger and jealousy would have been why he was never picked. He failed his life test.
            “Would have said no even if you offered it to me; this country boy belongs here. My brother, though… he belongs out there in the world. Protecting it, learning from it, living all the experiences one can in this world. Take care of him.”
            “I will do my best.” She stated as she sat to wait. It didn’t take long before Dean was back and getting ready to leave his farm behind.
            Once Dean was packed, he worked with Brett and gave him all the keys he needed. “There is everything,” Dean stated.
            Abby looked at Dean. “When we get to our destination we will check into a hotel and get some rest.” She looked at their shocked expressions. “Even an immortal has to sleep. You can ask your questions on the way to our next stop.”
            Brett stopped her. “I have a question.” When she nodded for him to continue, he asked what he wanted to since Dean figured out who she was; a creator of their world. “Are you an angel?”
            Abby swallowed. “Yes, before you ask, the one you call God created nine beings. You call us archangels, angels, what have you, at first it was only the nine of us. Three to be in charge of darkness, temptation, evil, etcetera. And then there was three to be in charge of light, goodness, love, etcetera. And then me for balance, he did go on to create others after us; after we created the mortal realm to please him. It was a gift to him to thank you for our existence. We loved our father. I was an angel credited with assisting God in the creation. Maybe you can discover my name. Now we have a flight to catch.” Abby stated and turned to leave. “We are taking your truck, Dean.” She yelled back as she got into the passenger side. “We gotta a ride to Des Moines, let’s go.” She hollered at him.
            Dean said bye to Brett. “Keep the farm going. Talk to you soon.”
            Brett gave him a manly hug. “Stay safe, Brother.”
            Dean nodded and got into the truck and he hit the road towards a new life and a new adventure.
            The drive to Des Moines was silent. When they finally were seated on the plane Dean had to ask. “Where are we going?”
            Abby finally pulled out the list, though she had known she wanted Dean to see it. She looked down at the small list in her hands and answered. “Joseph McKinley, 33: New York City, NY.” 

The Keepers and The Sisters of Lilith Prologue and Chapter One

The Keepers and the Sisters of Lilith
Katherine Rochholz
All Rights Reserved


Prologue
The woman held Cain’s dagger at the being’s throat, the blade was cutting into the skin and blood dripped down the blade onto the floors of the catacombs. Not that the blood was noticed with the amount staining the ground, the pools of blood allowed the being to see their reflection as they knelt before the traitor and the Sisters of Lilith.
“Abby, Abby, Abby! Your Guides are dead, your Protectors are dead, your Keepers are dead. Just give us the power of the mines.” Leslie McKinnon stated as one of her minions slit the throat of a Keeper. “Oh before you think you have your backup lists, I hunted down your list of potentials.” Leslie bent and whispered into Abby’s ear.
Abby looked at Leslie and her former Protector, Jesse Harrison. “Why Jesse?” She whispered.
“Humans deserve the power of magic. I don’t believe we should never control this power! You were keeping it from us!” The Sisters of Lilith and Leslie made so much sense! They opened my eyes!” Jesse explained.
Abby sneered. “I can’t believe I was wrong about you. Or was I right until she seduced and lied to you Jesse?”
Jesse winced before he put up an angry mask. “It is love! You do anything for love!”
“But not that! You don’t do that! Anything but that! You do anything except betray yourself!” Abby yelled.
Jesse looked to Leslie. Leslie came up behind him, Abby on her knees and weak. “Don’t worry honey, this guilt isn’t going to last.” She took the blade of Cain’s dagger and slit Jesse’s throat. “Pity!” Leslie smiled as she clapped her hands. Jesse’s body fell to the ground and bled out adding to the amount of blood these mines and catacombs have seen since Abby created them when her brothers abandoned her. “What I can’t let any Keepers, Protectors, or Guides actually live, my dear beloved Abby,” Leslie smirked. “After all once a traitor always a traitor. I should know.” She tilted her head, staying away from Abby, mostly on purpose. “Goodbye, Dear Creator!”
Leslie went to lunge at Abby with Cain’s dagger, however, Abby called her magic and shut down the mines and catacombs, closing them in on themselves and making them disappear and locked down; causing the magic to be trapped within the objects out in the world and the ley lines. They could not stay that way or the world would be destroyed. After she started the process Abby wrapped her magic around herself and started to disappear; but not before the blade sliced deeply across her chest, but not quite entering her heart. As she fell onto her living room floor she passed out into a healing sleep. When she woke she knew the work to save the Earth would begin… She just hoped she wasn’t too late to save her Earth…
Chapter One: Black Spots
            The one thing Abby hated when coming out of a healing sleep was her eyesight was always on the fritz. She saw the colors of souls, little spots- one for each soul she ever created, but today the amount of black made even this time hardened warrior want to cry. She sat up and took a deep breath. She checked the gash on her chest, thin and pink and soon it would be nothing. She stared into space as the black spots danced in front of her eyes as the souls choose their paths. Vengeful spirit, guiding presence, restless soul, or they move on; those were the choices for the souls she had created. She prayed they moved on. Not that her father listened to her pleadings anymore, she wasn’t even sure he knew what she been through these millennia on the plant she helped create for him.
Abby sat there and watched the spots as she got her magic, her power, her life force, under control again. Soon the spots became more like sunspots and that allowed Abby to focus on moving. Abby sighed as she sat in the sunlight, it seemed wrong it would be so bright after her people, her family of sorts, were all betrayed and murdered.
She was unsure how long she sat there, but she knew she had to move. She had to find… she closed her eyes in pain, to the very thought of the word, but she forced the thought out… replacements. She took a deep breath and whispered the word. “Replacements.” The word tore at her soul. But it must be done. The magic she had pumped into the ley lines she had created when her brothers abandoned Earth needed to be protected. She forced herself up. “I can do this. I have before.” She whispered to herself as her heart felt torn in two.
Abby moved to the middle of the room; she held her hands out in front of her and took a deep breath as she created a mist of magic that filled the room and when it lifted there lay the list. The list of unknown Keepers, Protectors, and Guides… Well, possible ones. She just opened she could keep the ones she will choose safe. She picked up the list. Now to find them, test them, and choose five Keepers, three Protectors, and two Guides. She looked at the list of dozens and cried because her lists used to be hundreds. The tears dropped on the list and as the tears smudged the ink, Abby couldn’t help but think of the list as a Death Warrant for the names listed. But she had no choices. With all the choices she made in her existence she still wonders if she made the right choice to give the world magic or if she should have threw in the towel like her brothers. However, it generally only took one moment for her feel the whole painful existence of magic was worth it. She sighed. She didn’t have time to waste with her doubts, because if she didn’t get the mines and catacombs back open and magic protected and the Sister, temporarily, stopped soon then she was afraid she would have to end the word to start it over… And that is not something she wanted to do, no or ever. Because for as much hate in the world, there was so much love. Cliché, yes she knows, but clichés are clichés for a reason. She moved to leave to feel the stickiness of her blood. She had time for a shower and a change of clothes. She could spare the fifteen minutes to clean up. After all, she was the one in charge of the end of the world.
            Abby stood in the shower under the, almost scolding, hot water washed over her. She kept her head down and watched the red dyed water, dyed red from not only her blood but the blood of her chosen Keepers, Protectors, and Guides. She as good as got them killed by choosing Jesse. Of course, Jesse was young, naïve, but he had so much potential in him. Well, until Leslie slit his throat. Leslie was just like her mother and grandmother, and every other McKinnon female. An amoral human, with green eyes that showed their greed in Abby’s view. Green has been associated with greed since the dawn of sin. It was fitting that the McKinnon line was known for their pure green eyes as they were the greediest beings Abby ever has known to exist. She shook her head. She didn’t have time to dwell on her mistakes or the actions of Jesse. She had to test the names on her list. She had to find replacements or everything she has done to preserve the Earth would be for naught. She finished her show and threw on a pair of jeans and a long sleeve tee that had a name of her favorite show on it. She gave a weak smile. She was glad that the imaginations of her humans were never destroyed with how much bloodshed was in their history. She threw on her boots and grabbed the list. Time to find some Keepers. With that, once she was outside she took a breath and let her magic take her to the city of the first name: Dean Cooper, 24, Central Point Iowa.

NaNoWriMo 2016 Update

The book I am writing for #NaNoWriMo2016 is The Keepers and the Sisters of Lilith!

Copyright 2016 Katherine Rochholz
All Rights Reserved

Excerpt:


Prologue
The woman held Cain’s dagger at the being’s throat, the blade was cutting into the skin and blood dripped down the blade onto the floors of the catacombs. Not that the blood was noticed with the amount staining the ground, the pools of blood allowed the being to see their reflection as they knelt before the traitor and the Sisters of Lilith.
“Abby, Abby, Abby! Your Guides are dead, your Protectors are dead, your Keepers are dead. Just give us the power of the mines.” Leslie McKinnon stated as one of her minions slit the throat of a Keeper. “Oh before you think you have your backuplists, I hunted down your list of potentials.” Leslie bent and whispered into Abby’s ear.
Abby looked at Leslie and her former Protector, Jesse Harrison. “Why Jesse?” She whispered.
“Humans deserve the power of magic. I don’t believe we should never control this power! You were keeping it from us!” The Sisters of Lilith and Leslie made so much sense! They opened my eyes!” Jesse explained.
Abby sneered. “I can’t believe I was wrong about you. Or was I right until she seduced and lied to you Jesse?”
Jesse winced before he put up an angry mask. “It is love! You do anything for love!”
“But not that! You don’t do that! Anything but that! You do anything except betrayyourself!” Abby yelled.
Jesse looked to Leslie. Leslie came up behind him, Abby on her knees and weak. “Don’t worry honey, this guilt isn’t going to last.” She took the blade of Cain’s dagger and slit Jesse’s throat. “Pity!” Leslie smiled as she clapped her hands. Jesse’s body fell to the ground and bled out adding to the amount of blood these mines and catacombs have seen since Abby created them when her brothers abandoned her. “What I can’t let any Keepers, Protectors, or Guides actually live, my dear beloved Abby,” Leslie smirked. “After all once a traitor always a traitor. I should know.” She tilted her head, staying away from Abby, mostly on purpose. “Goodbye,Dear Creator!”
Leslie went to lunge at Abby with Cain’s dagger, however, Abby called her magic and shut down the mines and catacombs, closing them in on themselves and making them disappear and locked down; causing the magic to be trapped within the objects out in the world and the ley lines. They could not stay that way or the world would be destroyed. After she started the process Abby wrapped her magic around herself and started to disappear; but not before the blade sliced deeply across her chest, but not quite entering her heart. As she fell onto her living room floor she passed out into a healing sleep. When she woke she knew the work to save the Earth would begin… She just hoped she wasn’t too late to save her Earth…

 

The Veil Lifts Katy Lily Year 3/4 Book 3


The Veil Shall Lift To Show The Truth… But Is She Prepared For It?
The Veil Lifts Year 3/4
The Katy Lily Series
Katherine Lillian Fitz: Goodness.
Are they one in the same? The magical world seems to be convinced. Katy holds onto a shadow of a doubt as it would mean the person she had once loved the most, the person who loved her as a child, the person who was once all she hand, the person that she mourned for five years, that her mother would be her greatest enemy…
But before she can deal with the White Being that still tempts her, before dealing with her mother who may or may not be alive, she has to deal with a much more serious situation… Not only has her Aunt Aaliyah broken out from Ghastly, the main Witch’s Prison and Katy Lily determined to find a way to prove her innocence no matter the cost…
But Katy has a growing Darkness inside of her… A Darkness that threatens to overwhelm and consume her and worst of all… two people blood related are encouraging her to harness this Darkness and use it… What will happen? Will Katy Lily find her way from the Darkness back into the light or when The Veil Lifts will all be forever lost?
Journey With Katy Lily Through Her World.
Discover The Darkness Within The Light.
And The Light Within The Darkness.
Discover the World of Katy Lily
In the Katy Lily Series
By Author Katherine Rochholz
http://www.katherinerochholz.com

Links for The Veil Lifts:
Ebook: http://www.amazon.com/Veil-Lifts-Katy-Lily-Year-ebook/dp/B01A300SRQ
Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Veil-Lifts-Katherine-Rochholz/dp/1329803256
 

A Nightmare Within A Dream Katy Lily Year 2 Book 2


Her Survival Depends On One Small Light Within The Darkness.
A Nightmare Within A Dream Year 2
The Katy Lily Series
Katherine Lillian Fitz has survived her first year in the the magical world. But a New Enemy has picked up the fight that Wesley Solomon lost. Raven Ebony seeks to destroy Katy just as her brother did, and she just might have her chance. As Katy lets her family know what really happened in the dungeon for death, Katy may have just lost the will to fight. But when it seems all hope is lost, and Darkness has spread, a small shimmer of light can be all she needs to do things she must do, to save those she loves with her heart, her life, her soul. Which may end up being the cost of this war.
Journey With Katy Lily Through Her World.
Discover The Darkness Within The Light.
And The Light Within The Darkness.
Discover the World of Katy Lily
In the Katy Lily Series
By Author Katherine Rochholz
http://www.katherinerochholz.com

Links for A Nightmare Within A Dream:
Ebook: http://www.amazon.com/Nightmare-Within-Dream-Katy-Lily-ebook/dp/B007ZBFB0Q
Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Nightmare-Within-Dream-Katherine-Rochholz/dp/1105789756