Mystic's Call
Lacey Thorn
It's your world...unlaced
It's your world...unlaced
An Excerpt From: MYSTIC’S CALL
Copyright © LACEY THORN, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
But none of those were the reason that he was here. No, his was a far different
mission and why he had chosen to go from village to village. His mother, Princess
Asme, the great island Mahiki, or blood princess, had informed him that it was his
duty to pave the way for the others. For here, in this village of Guardians he would
find the Mystic awakened, and, if his mother was to be believed, awaiting his arrival.
According to his mother’s words he would recognize her by her eyes. They would
be the same aqua blue as the royal family, the direct descendents of the Goddess
of Altair. He felt both a sense of pride and fear at being chosen as the first of the
three men who were to be her mates to meet her. His mother had been adamant
that as the firstborn he was to meet her and woo her first. Fiercely adamant. He
couldn’t help but wonder if it had to do with more than just him and his brothers.
He was only moments older anyway. He and his brothers Finn and Tanner were as
close as triplets could be. They all had the same short black hair, much shorter than
most warriors, and the aqua blue eyes of the royal family. They each stood seven
feet tall. Tall even for a warrior. But then they were built like their fathers were.
Bram hoped that his brothers were faring well. With their connection, he felt sure
that he would know if anything was wrong.
But now he had to focus on the here and now. He had to locate the Mystic. She
would have awakened by now. He had felt the stir in the air as his brothers and the
Guardians would have too. She was here and she was aware, and soon she would
find herself in the arms of one of her three mates. Bram was more than anxious to
see what the goddess had in store for him.
He made his way into the village hoping to spot one of the men he knew. Arik
Savari, Alexi Donan, and the Mederra brothers Drago and Ulrik. They would have all
made it here ahead of him. He was confident that he would find a place of welcome
with one of them. Of course as the son of the Prince any of the warriors would
accept him into their home and feel lucky to have him. And as the son of the Island
Mahiki, Princess Asme, the women would feel just as blessed to have him in their
homes. But sometimes a man wanted to be among someone that he might be able
to consider a friend.
He was lost in thought, walking on the outskirts but not yet into the village when he
became aware of the woman. She was gorgeous. She had golden blonde hair that
fell in a braid down below her waist and when she turned and smiled at him his
heart caught at the sight of the aqua blue of her eyes. She smiled, motioned her
finger for him to follow, and disappeared into the trees.
She was indeed a great gift from the goddess and he counted himself blessed that
he was to be the first of Verbani warriors to claim her. For he had no doubt that in
the next few moments he would claim her.
Copyright © LACEY THORN, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
But none of those were the reason that he was here. No, his was a far different
mission and why he had chosen to go from village to village. His mother, Princess
Asme, the great island Mahiki, or blood princess, had informed him that it was his
duty to pave the way for the others. For here, in this village of Guardians he would
find the Mystic awakened, and, if his mother was to be believed, awaiting his arrival.
According to his mother’s words he would recognize her by her eyes. They would
be the same aqua blue as the royal family, the direct descendents of the Goddess
of Altair. He felt both a sense of pride and fear at being chosen as the first of the
three men who were to be her mates to meet her. His mother had been adamant
that as the firstborn he was to meet her and woo her first. Fiercely adamant. He
couldn’t help but wonder if it had to do with more than just him and his brothers.
He was only moments older anyway. He and his brothers Finn and Tanner were as
close as triplets could be. They all had the same short black hair, much shorter than
most warriors, and the aqua blue eyes of the royal family. They each stood seven
feet tall. Tall even for a warrior. But then they were built like their fathers were.
Bram hoped that his brothers were faring well. With their connection, he felt sure
that he would know if anything was wrong.
But now he had to focus on the here and now. He had to locate the Mystic. She
would have awakened by now. He had felt the stir in the air as his brothers and the
Guardians would have too. She was here and she was aware, and soon she would
find herself in the arms of one of her three mates. Bram was more than anxious to
see what the goddess had in store for him.
He made his way into the village hoping to spot one of the men he knew. Arik
Savari, Alexi Donan, and the Mederra brothers Drago and Ulrik. They would have all
made it here ahead of him. He was confident that he would find a place of welcome
with one of them. Of course as the son of the Prince any of the warriors would
accept him into their home and feel lucky to have him. And as the son of the Island
Mahiki, Princess Asme, the women would feel just as blessed to have him in their
homes. But sometimes a man wanted to be among someone that he might be able
to consider a friend.
He was lost in thought, walking on the outskirts but not yet into the village when he
became aware of the woman. She was gorgeous. She had golden blonde hair that
fell in a braid down below her waist and when she turned and smiled at him his
heart caught at the sight of the aqua blue of her eyes. She smiled, motioned her
finger for him to follow, and disappeared into the trees.
She was indeed a great gift from the goddess and he counted himself blessed that
he was to be the first of Verbani warriors to claim her. For he had no doubt that in
the next few moments he would claim her.