Kindred: Book 1 A Realms of the Otherworld Book

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Author: Jana LaPelle
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side but now she has a book in her hands and she’s reading to me, Romeo and Juliet, as my body lies deathly still against the stark white sheets of the hospital bed. She looks pretty banged up with a bandage around her head and one of her legs appears to be broken and set in a cast. Alexia may be my niece making her the only family I have left but she’s also my best friend, after all, there’s less than a year’s difference in our age and I vowel to myself to make it back to her. I’m all the family she has left in the world. Feeling suddenly drained I’m pulled back into my body. What once felt like a cocoon has now become my prison and I long to be free of it.

Chapter 3
    Wow that was really cool and a little scary all at the same time. I have either lost my mind or I have developed a really cool ability. I’m not sure what’s happening to me and then there’s that conversation with a sprite no less. Seriously? Where had that come from? I’m awakening, I need my guardian? Try as I might, I can’t for the life of me figure out why those words burst from my lips. It just bubbled up out of me from somewhere locked deep inside of me. So far I have been unable to repeat my previous journey to the meadow it’s as if I’m drained of energy. Now I’m stuck in my dark prison to ponder whether or not I’ve taken the crazy train straight to looney town. Talk of realms and then sprites and astral projection? Right…
    I believe that something beyond my comprehension is happening to me no matter how ridicules that sounds. Since my eighteenth birthday I have felt really off and now this? Mom told me to always wear my necklace and that when I turned eighteen I would be able to read the letter left to me by my birth mother. The very same mother who had abandoned me when I was just weeks old, but since we were on vacation for my birthday Mom said she would give me the letter to read once we got back home. She had kept it all this time and now I feel an urgent need to read that note. I swore that letter would mean nothing to me but now I’m not so sure. Now? I worry that there’s something in that letter that I should have read before now, before all this happened. I know that my strength is beginning to fade, I can feel it, but at the same time I feel an overwhelming need to try to reach the meadow just one more time before I fade away to nothing. I need to get to Alaric before it’s too late and I pray Jasmine has been able to get a message to him. I have no idea how much or how little time has passed. I reach deep inside myself to muster up the energy to do what I must before it’s too late.
    Just like before, I imagine replicating what I had done on my last journey to the meadow but this time I think about tapping into my core energy. The same energy that I can feel fading and as I gather my strength I think about what I need to do and once again I’m on my way. This time there’s no stopping to see my hospital surroundings, my ethereal body, along with its tether, is speeding past everything on my way to the meadow. Soon I’m standing in the majical meadow and for the first time since the accident I spin around to take in all of my surroundings. What I remember most from my previous dream walks is Alaric. Images may have been detailed but happenings were blurred and unfocused. Now I’m amazed at how vibrant the color is, color like I have never seen before, kind of like the Technicolor from old films, and then I notice that the meadow is surrounded by a forest. In the distance there’s a waterfall that feeds the gentle pool of water I had noticed on my last trip here but the most important feature that I had failed to truly notice before is the tree. Yes, I remember Alaric being under the tree but without him there my focus is centered on the tree alone. It’s magnificent, a beautiful and enormous weeping willow, I find myself drawn to it and even though it’s in the middle of the pool of water rooted on a

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