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SOUL PROTECTOR

Lil Gibson

Soul Protector

Lil Gibson

SOUL PROTECTOR

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CHAPTER ONE

Gallina Region--1299 A.D.

They came from every direction, pouring over the earth like giant ants. Terror

filled screams reached crevices and open sky. Body parts littered their cliff homes and

dotted the earth below. The ‘demon men’ scaled the vertical escarpment to their

hollowed out abodes, some sauntering up the sheer vertical incline as if out for a

moonlit walk. The cliffs held no refuge now except to house the spirit of the Anasazi

for all time.

Slowly Sarkinda crept, working her way further into the blue Halgaito shale

chasms, hoping against hope to escape the carnage that foretold the end of an entire

people. Tears burned her eyes and she frantically blinked them away. Her sight must

be clear or the demons would not claim her life but the cliffs, themselves. Stealthily,

skillfully, methodically, she descended, the sun-parched rock scraping her fingers and

any place her bare skin touched.

Sari, small and lithe, had covered her sunlit hair and donned a dark shift in an

effort to blend seamlessly into the mountains. The giant beasts, however, must have

caught her movements for like jackals sniffing out a further treat, they swerved in her

direction. Their glowing orbs tracked her progress as they loped toward her,

confidently. She leapt the remaining distance to the ground and ran, knowing her time

drew to an end. She clearly posed no match in speed and preternatural powers

compared to the abominations pursuing her. She glanced back, gauging how many

seconds she had left to live, when she collided with warm molten rock that banded

around her, shifting to align itself to her body even as a cylinder of light drizzle encased

her. Since no rain had fallen on the pueblo in three seasons, she knew the mist to be a

dying vision. Darkness took her.

Elicean cradled the small body tightly, materializing in his chambers deep

beneath the earth. Her hair had lost its covering and he buried his face in the unbound

mass breathing deeply, drowning himself in her scent, the scent he had only caught

whiffs of from gently blowing winds, until this moment. She had come so close to

perishing in the massacre, that his entire being shook. They would have torn her to

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shreds, draining her bodily fluids until nothing remained of her delicate frame and pure

heart but dust.

Two seasons before, he had traveled to the surface and chanced to observe her

tending a young cougar. Her gentleness in the face of a creature that could probably kill

her with one careless swipe of its paw terrified him in a way nothing had before. Since

that day, he’d returned to the surface regularly to observe her playfulness when far

enough from her tribe to safely run and tumble with her giant pet.

He also witnessed her many kindnesses and unrelenting dedication to those

needing her healing skills…and her vulnerability and sadness at not being accepted by

those same people she aided. For though she served as shaman to this tribe of Anasazi

her differences painted her an outcast. The Anasazi had warm brown eyes and sable

hair straighter than the sheer cliffs they called home. Sari, he’d overheard them call her,

had hair the color of sunlight that shimmered in rivulets down her back, all the way to

her small but firm behind. Her figure was slight and lithe; her facial features finely

chiseled, but for her large, slanted turquoise eyes. She had a pert, button nose, and a

delicately bowed mouth…a mouth he had fantasized on every part of his anatomy.

A lovelier sight than Sarkinda, he could not imagine and the need to approach

her had become a constant ache living in his heart and lower. He envied the breeze that

brushed along her skin, swirling in and around her glorious locks, and sometimes

floated her tinkling laughter and alluring scent to his watching place. He sighed,

something he couldn’t remember doing before Sari danced into his sights. She had

become somewhat of an obsession but one he had no desire to quell. Then today, when

sensing her life almost forfeit, he shifted to the surface, killing the murderers pursuing

her with a mere thought before bringing her to his lair.

Sari stirred and groaned, mumbling in her sleep until she suddenly froze,

recalling the explosive images of carnage, blood, and terror. Warily she cracked open

her lashes. A dark giant man with deep-set, iridescent copper eyes and shoulder length

hair the color of midnight, slouched lazily in a massive high-backed chair with ornate

panels on either side supporting his well-defined forearms. Her half-lidded gaze

traveled over him, wondering if she had traveled to the next realm or simply dream-

weaved herself into her reoccurring dark-sided reverie. Since coming to her aunt’s

people, Sari had caught shadowed glimpses of this apparition watching her, but

whenever she sought to catch a glimpse of him, the shadow-man vanished. The giant

also invaded her dreams and what once seemed frightening to behold had, in fact,

become comforting in his constancy. She now thought of him as her spirit guardian,

possibly sent by her parents. However, this was no spirit. He looked as solid as the

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