The Sons of Satrina: A Sons of Satrina Novel Read Free

Jackson deeply regretted.  He was a casualty of the war that raged against the Mortuorum.  Jackson’s father’s death propelled him headlong into his career as a warrior for the Matris.  Those monsters had to be stopped.
    But, for the moment, there was only silence.  Precious silence.
    That had been the one and only thing that had been lacking today.  Everything else about the place had been awesome.  Except for the noise.  Moreover, it seemed to be Denver and his little posse that had been creating most of the racket.  They’d been acting like a bunch of unruly kids all day.  All that male testosterone clubbed together in one space was a recipe for disaster, and was sure to produce a headache that would last for the entire time that he was here.
    This had been the time in his life that he had dreaded and looked forward to all at the same time. Jackson had always known, just like the rest of them th at attended one of the Satrina Academies, that he would grow up to train to be a warrior to defend their race.  Up until coming here though, he had heard it all too many times and sometimes it sounded so unreal, something like a fairy-tale.  It didn’t seem real.  ‘My Son - the warrior’, blah, blah, blah,
    Now he was here.  Now it was real.
    He’d often felt like the odd one out when he had been growing up.  After all, there was no disguising the star shaped birth mark that was on his right temple. This was the mark that all the warriors of the race were born with.  Their destiny was already shaped out for them, even before they entered the world.
    Jackson was reeling.  It was so weird to be surrounded by so many people that had the same mark as him. Growing up, every so often he would run into another male with the mark, but they were few and far between.  Living in a city as large as Brandestowen, you had to try and blend in, which meant covering up the mark when they went out in public. Jackson’s sisters had a field day with their make-overs! But, being here? In a place where more or less everyone had the same mark? It felt right.  It felt like he finally belonged.
    Obviously, not every single person at the Academy had the mark of the warrior.  All of the trainee’s and warriors had the distinguishing mark, but they also had civilians working here.  Some were teachers, chefs, technical assistants, etc… With a place as large as this, they needed all the help they could get to keep it running smoothly.  Jackson wondered for a moment how they felt, the unmarked ones.  Did they feel the odd man out now? If they did, they had his sympathy.
    A knock rattled on the door.  Before he could utter a single word, the door flew open.  Two of the guys he had hung out with earlier came piling into his room.  They fell crashing onto his bed, sending his belongings that had been piled neatly crumpling to the floor in a heap.
    It wasn’t a huge room to start with.  With three huge hulks of men crammed in there? It was now positively claustrophobic.
    “What are you doing? Why are you just sitting there, Jax? Come on!” the boy with the sandy blonde hair said, practically bouncing in excitement.  Jackson was pretty sure that the kid was called Dylan, but after meeting so many people today, he couldn’t be certain.
    “Um, and where is it t hat I’m supposed to be going?” he couldn’t remember making any plans.  So many things had been said today that it wouldn’t have surprised him if it had slipped his mind.
    “Hey, lights out isn’t for another hour.  We’re going to go and grab a bite to eat. Are you coming or what?” the other guy said, with a high wattage grin splitting his face from ear to ear.
    That was something else that Jackson was going to have to get used to – lights out.  They were grown ass men and they were being told when to go to sleep, like little kids? It didn’t sit well with him.  It made sense after seeing the training schedule, though.  They would have to get all