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looked over the side, and sent a slew of arrows at him, all of which scattered aimlessly down.

He couldnā€™t believe what just happened. Motionless, he stood, staring down as Julius plummeted to the ground, yet disappeared right as he was about to make impact. Then he reminded himself he didnā€™t have time to think; he needed to get to his uncle.


Back at the basin, the bats were standing by his head cooing.

Jacko fell to the ground.


ā€œIā€™m so sorry, Uncle. I should have known,ā€ he cried.

ā€œHow were you to know when not even I could tell he was scum. Donā€™t blame yourself, he was good, before. Something happened to him when we got here; that something turned him. We suspected something was wrong, but we trusted him because he was our friend.ā€

He coughed up a mass of blood.

Jacko couldnā€™t hold back the flood in his eyes.

ā€œDonā€™t cry, now, itā€™s time to be a man.ā€

ā€œI canā€™t help it. I keep losing everyone.ā€

ā€œLosing peopleā€™s a part of war.ā€

ā€œIā€™ll never trust anyone, never again.ā€

ā€œDonā€™t say that. You canā€™t shut people out; you canā€™t go it alone. No one can. Just be more careful, next time. But donā€™t think for one moment that you can do this alone. I donā€™t care what the gods tell you.ā€

Then he had a flash back to when his mother visited him, back in Mariton.

ā€œActually, I think I can save you. I just need a moment. Watch him,ā€ he said to the imps.

As fast as he could, he pounded the dirt back to where their camp used to be. But it was so messed up that he couldnā€™t find his bag. He needed to hurry!

He tossed up some fallen trees, and when he found nothing, began digging through the pile of dirt that was now where he used to sleep.

A few minutes later, he pulled the strap of his bag from out of the dirt. He tugged and tugged, slowly dragging it through the compounded earth.

Once he pulled it out, he opened the flap and dug through, tossing everything out.

There they were: the figs his mother gave him.

The figs, she told him, were a symbol of life. Commonly mistaken for fruit, the edible fig was really the female counterpart of the male fig tree, and its ā€œfruitā€ was really an inverted flower.

In the old days, and even in heaven, the golden fig orchard was what kept the circle of energy that supported life, running like an engine. Not only did the orchard give blessings, but its golden fruit could preserve life.

Fast enough to give himself a stich, he pelted back to Uncle Bally, who had passed out.

No time to waste. He ripped one of the figs a part, pried open Uncle Ballyā€™s mouth, smeared the flower inside and waited a minute.

Nothing happened. Uncle Bally remained still.

He shook him, but he didnā€™t respond.

Just as he was about to open another fig, Uncle Bally quivered and turned dark brown.

Suddenly, his body started to transform.

The bats flew back out of the way.

His body elongated, and then contorted skyward. Little brown striations, sort of like a prune, etched themselves in his skin.

As this went on, he looked more and more like the trunk of a tree.

Jacko thought heā€™d be sick.

Branches extended outward with leaves, and heavily with figs.

The ground rumbled as roots grew out its side and jammed their way down into the ground.

Jacko cried.

The Sacrifice

Chapter 12

His spiritual father appeared behind him. Jacko felt his presence without having to look and see.

 

ā€œCan you bring him back?ā€

He struggled to get the words out because his throat was too tight.

ā€œNo, sorry, Jacko.ā€

ā€œWhat about when this is over? I mean, he was killed by a demon, one of us, like Aurora said.ā€

ā€œIā€™m afraid itā€™s too late.ā€

ā€œI donā€™t get it; I thought the figs would preserve him.ā€

ā€œThe figs, your mother gave you, are from the same orchard that you and I visited. While they bestow power on the living, they plant the dead. This is your sacrifice.ā€

ā€œYou mean, he was already dead? And I missed him die?ā€

He didnā€™t respond.

ā€œIs he in the fountain?ā€

ā€œThatā€™s where all souls go, but youā€™ll see him again. Just not in this lifetime.ā€

Jacko didnā€™t know how to respond, so his father continued, ā€œIn the meantime, be happy that his life meant something.ā€

ā€œWhat does that mean, Lucem?!ā€ he asked through clenched teeth.

ā€œThis is the sacrifice you were to make.ā€

ā€œWhy him? He has nothing to do with this war! He should have died an old man in a bomb shelter, not like this.ā€

ā€œOn the contrary, he has everything to do with this war. He always has.ā€

Jacko turned to look at him.

ā€œWe keep telling you; weā€™ve all been here before. Your mother told you that when the martyrs cease to be reborn, the Earth is no longer saved. He must go on!ā€

But Jacko shook his head, vigorously, because he didnā€™t care.

ā€œHeā€™s saved the world before. Heā€™s right where heā€™s supposed to be, right now. That part is over and now itā€™s your turn.ā€

ā€œWhy is that?ā€

But Lucem didnā€™t have time to answer because a succession of blasts came, ending in one so violent that the next thing he knew, he was falling.


~~~


He tried to open his eyes, but he couldnā€™t. Something painfully heavy pinned him down. He tried to lift his arms and his legs, but they didnā€™t obey.

Something painfully pressed into his gut and lungs. Though he tried to inhale, his chest only barely pushed up against something crushing his chest in.

Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes. His heart sped out of control. He tried scream, but couldnā€™t because his lungs were crushed.

He blacked out.


~~~


The sound of shifting rock woke him.

Immediately, he felt relief of the impression on his chest.

Happiness filled him; he wasnā€™t dead. If only whoever was moving the rock would hurry. He couldnā€™t stand being buried another minute.

The shifting continued; the sound of moving dirt and rock got louder until light reached through the mass that covered him, and bled through his eyelids.

He opened his eyes and saw, through a large partition of dirt and rock, the wine colored sky.

Come on! he said to himself, and pushed hard against the rubble.

Finally, he emerged and breathed a happy lungful of fresh air, only to go into hyperventilation upon looking around.

There, he knelt at the top of a pile of debris that was the size of a mountain. Realizing this, and wondering where all of it came from, he suddenly remembered that he was on the summit.

Gingerly, he walked to the edge of the rubble.

Down below, demons and gods fought, ferociously. Blood spattered the ground, as did bodies and detached limbs.

He turned 180 degrees, and behind him, saw the summit, only it wasnā€™t a full mountain anymore. Now, it was simply a rock pole, and on top, his uncleā€™s tree; it was the only thing left.



END

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Be sure to checkout Adventures of Jacko the Conjurer: Red Skies, Blue Skies.

Scheduled for release 2013 - 2014:

Adventures of Jacko the Conjurer: Red Lands


More information:

Adventures of Jacko the Conjurer is an epic fantasy series about a boy whoā€™s been doomed to save the world for longer than he can remember. In this series of tales, follow Jacko as he struggles, once more, to commit to saving the world, but with one difference: this time will be the final and last sacrifice.









LYSSA

VAMPIN Book Series #13

By Jamie Ott

Copyright 2011 Jamie Ott. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used without written permission.




Publication Date: 7/21/2012


For all inquiries, please contact passionateprose@mail.com.

Warrior Princess

Chapter 1

The King walked down the line, saying his goodbyes to everyone. When he got to Lyssa, he reminded her, for the thousandth time, to stay out of the armory because it was no place for a young woman.

Everyone pretended not to know that she was his daughter. The King said it was for her protection, but she knew it was really because of Andrada.

She hated Lyssa.

Every chance she could, sheā€™d hound the King about sending her away. But the King loved Lyssaā€™s mother more than heā€™d ever loved a mortal woman. Thatā€™s why he honored his promise by making Lyssa a Lady of the house.


ā€œBe good, Lyssa,ā€ the King said.

He embraced her, and then kissed her cheek. Leaning in just slightly, he whispered, ā€œI love you, my goddess. Youā€™re more precious than gold.ā€

He kissed her one more time.

Lyssa didnā€™t want to look at him. She was mad because he never listened to her. But she turned her eyes up from the gravel, anyway.

ā€œI love you, too,ā€ she said.

He heaved up onto his horse.

They watched as he and his officers made their way down the palaceā€™s windy mountain road.

Lyssa turned to go inside, but not before catching the gaze of her stepmother and her half brother, Celius.

Murderous.

They had no reason to look so. Every king in history had his concubines. Since illegitimate children had no claim to the kingdom, neither Lyssa nor her other half-brother, Dracus, was a threat.

He leaned his arm around her shoulder, and they walked back inside the palace.

ā€œDid you talk to him?ā€ Dracus asked.

ā€œYes, and he hardly believed me when I told him about the letter Andrada received from Imperator Trajan. He said he talked to her, but Iā€™m sure she put on her sweet, fetching smile,ā€ she replied.

They walked over the threshold and down the hall to the library.

ā€œFather was always blind to women, thinking theyā€™re unintelligent creatures. ā€˜But what about Cleopatra?ā€™ I asked. ā€˜A harlot queen,ā€™ he says. She never couldā€™ve ruled Egypt without Julius or Mark.ā€

ā€œDracus, do not call him Father,ā€ she said, sitting in her cathedra.

ā€œWhy not? Weā€™re alone.ā€

He walked across the room to the clay jug and poured himself some mead.

ā€œBecause if you slip, like I did by calling him father in front of the senators, heā€™ll have you put in the carceral.ā€

Ignoring her, he said, ā€œCome on, Lys,ā€ as he sometimes called her for short. ā€œLetā€™s practice making petards.ā€

ā€œThe King says if Iā€™m caught in the armory once more, Iā€™m to be barred in my room.ā€

ā€œYou mustnā€™t listen. The Romans will be coming for us, sooner or later.

You have to understand that though Father is a fairly good man, he has an extremely large ego.

Since he was born, heā€™s been told that heā€™s next to godliness. Because he canā€™t let go of these silly ideologies, the Romans will take him.

Now, maybe weā€™ll be lucky because hardly anyone knows who we are, but we need to be prepared to fight our way out of the castle. Just in case something should happen to me, you need to be prepared to fight alone.ā€

ā€œWhat makes you think the Romans will come again?ā€

ā€œRome wants there to be no more kings. Now the only reason theyā€™ve allowed our father to remain is because of Andradaā€™s persuasion, and Fatherā€™s promised new allegiance to Rome. Thatā€™s soon to change, as pressure from Rome to take Dacia increases, and especially as Father wonā€™t renounce his title. Taking this rich land, and Andrada for his concubine, will be another honor for him.ā€

ā€œThe King will fight them off. Heā€™s done it before, and heā€™ll do it again.ā€

ā€œAll lies, Lyssa. I was there when we fought. He tells the people we won the battles to keep up morale, the support of the people and the army, but Rome could have taken us anytime.

Father, with his pride, rather than conform to the ways of Rome for the sake of his people, must show off, must be sovereign. He wonā€™t accept that he is no longer a king, and that is why they will come for him,ā€ he sighed. ā€œOnce Imperator Trajan comes, all Andrada will have to do is point her finger, and weā€™re dead.ā€


~~~


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