The Nefaliem's Duty (Ordinal Novella, 1) Read Free

he’s
from England, someone who was with my mother for a long time, who
eventually didn’t want me, so he took on the responsibility that is
me and started looking after me because I didn’t have any blood
relatives in the city. It may not be recognised by the courts but
he’s still a good man and tries to make sure I have what I need and
tries to make sure that I’m safe on top of everything else. I wait
for his car to pull up and I see he’s black glasses through the
window of the Mitsubishi Triton, it’s a a white Ute pretty much. I
watch as he pulls up beside me and I hop in, aware I had said
goodbye to Andrew a while ago when his mother came and picked him
up. “How was school?”
    “The worst.” I
reply.
    Our car moves
along as other parents line up their cars to pick up their kids.
“It can’t be that bad.” Peter announces.
    “Are you
kidding me? Go back to school than tell me how it can’t be that bad .”
    “You’re over
exaggerating.” he declares.
    “I know.” I
reply. “How was work?” I ask, aware he can’t tell me much. He’s a
soldier, a special forces officer and I can’t see him ever telling
me anything more than what needs to be said. I know the feeling all
too well. No one knows that I travel from planet to planet almost
every day.
    “It was busy.”
he deflects. I internally sigh and glance out the window as we
leave the college grounds. Peter regularly drives me home to my
foster parent’s house who have no problem with him being like a
step-father to me. He even drives me to my Karate classes which I’m
thankful for. Speaking of which it’s something I have later
tonight. “Remember, you have Karate.”
    “I remember.” I
reply, “Grading’s coming up shortly.” Grading is often a test to
determine if a person is able to move up to the next belt, I’ve
nailed my forms and techniques not to mention my self-defence
tactics.
    “How soon?” he
asks.
    “The end of the
year.” I announce.
    “That’s far
away.”
    “I know.” I say
and to my surprise, a man stumbles onto the road and Peter slows
down.
    “Bloody
drunks.” Peter honks the horn and calls out the window, “Get off
the road!” I sink in my seat a little, aware I see Bernadette
behind us in her little silver Toyota Yaris. Peter gives an
apologetic sign and Bernadette I see in the rear view mirror
responds understandingly. I’m surprised by this and hear Peter say
once the man stumbled off the road. “When you get your licence
you’ll have to deal with stuff like this.”
    “I know and my
test is next week.”
    “Just remember
to keep your eyes on the road and your mind alert. There are both
good and terrible drivers on the roads.” We cackle and soon
enough I’m home. My practical assessment for PASA is at the back of
my mind at the moment but I knew later tonight I would have to deal
with it. The joys of living a double life . . .
    It isn’t until
after Karate and that I pretend to retire at home, that’s when my
real mission begins. I step out of a portal and into a forest. I’m
aware of where I am, Washington State, USA. I saunter through the
forest and head towards the blinking lights of Seattle in the
distance. In my Nefaliem Form, my blue gleaming scales and silver
hair shines under the rays of the full moon. I’m alone as I wander
through the forest. It took a couple of hours before I stumble upon
the suburbs. I stalk through the suburbs and head for the main
city. It takes a long time but I somehow manage. It’s midnight by
the time I arrive at a tall glassy building. From where I stand, I
glance up, in my Idol Form—my Human Form . I wore a brown
leather jacket to keep me warm from the cool air. “Up we go.” I
mutter to myself and head towards an alleyway.
    It’s a good
thing our practical was postponed earlier today. I really didn’t
want to face John after the way I acted but at the same time I
couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be with someone
like him. All