Races of Armis - Book 1 - Midnight Oasis

By Deb Sartoris

Armis is a planet which allows survival of many species from across the galaxy. Some of the races which survive on Armis are Dhampirs, Imoogis, and Humans. Armis had its own life forms called the Micas which had to adapt to the influx of all types of beings from around the galaxy. How did other species arrive at Armis? What was done to bring life to Armis and at what cost. A planet with a unique atmosphere must have its own secrets to bring so many unusual life forms to its shores. There are some who say that Armis is not just a planet but a living breathing life form of its own.

Book 1: Midnight Oasis

Roberto Thomas is from old world Earth. He was born to human parents deep in the Amazon jungle. Roberto is not of the human race even though he was birthed by a human women. Roberto has many secrets and many legends to discuss about his species. Roberto must feed on blood. His preference is not for humans but he will take a human life if it becomes necessary for his survival. Roberto's story and how he came to be on Armis will keep all readers spell bound for many hours.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deb Sartoris
• Release date: Feb 17, 2011
• ISBN: 9781301900954

Deb Sartoris

After working for 35 years out in the corporate finance world I decided it was time for a change. I walked away from a very good Finance job and starting writing my 1st book. I'm a volunteer for many groups like the YWCA and Phoenix Public Library. I have many interest including - Fiction writing, Camping, hiking.

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Midnight Oasis

By Deb Sartoris

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2011

Copyright 2024 – revised edition

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This book is dedicated to my family – I love them very much.

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Chapter 1:

Today will start out like any other day – or should I say night. I lay awake inside my shelter looking across the great lake. There are 3 moons out tonight. The sun does not shine here on the planet Armis as often as it does on the old world. Armis is located just outside of the Earth’s galaxy. I have lived here for many centuries. I and others of my kind left the old world when our species found a new way to survive. You see, on Armis there are many days when the sun does not shine. To those of us who are a night species the lure of another off world life was exciting. A place where you can live and go unnoticed. Where the night lasts almost forever and you can become one with the world around you. A place where you and your mate can have a long and happy life together. A place where your children can grow and prosper. Armis is now and will always be my home.

Before I talk about the present - I have stories of the past to tell and wish to place them in this journal for those who will come after me. As with other stories – this one should begin at my birth. My life began like all others of our species born to human parents in the old world. My human birthplace was a small village on Earth called Balbina located on the continent of South America near Brazil. My parents were farmers and lived off the land and earth. By the time my father, Franko Martin, was old enough to marry at the age of 17 his family had agreed to exchange his family birthright to another family by way of an arranged marriage. This was very common in the old centuries as many families survived by merging farms together. His wife (my birth mother) was Rose Maria and she was 16 at the time of their union and was eager to begin their lives together. Their families became joined and their lives as husband and wife started in the year 1890.

My mother became pregnant and she and my father were looking forward to the new arrival into their family. Our village was growing and my parents were existing as all others before them had: farming and living at the edge of the jungle. However, like any other villages located in the deep Amazon there were many old legends and myths. My father had heard of many stories during his life and always thought that they were told to children to keep them scared of the dark and out of the Jungle.

Stories of dark creatures that would come in the night and take livestock. Sometimes the stories told of creatures coming and taking the women and children. My father heard these stories from the elders of our village, stories of creatures with the desire to feed on anyone or anything they could find, stories told over campfires after smoking the local herb or drinking from the Donti plant. My father had heard these stories his whole life: women who were taken and never seen; children born with unusual abilities; stories of how these creatures lived near the village.

One night my father was awoken by a scream. He reached over to check on his wife and found that she was not in bed. My father ran off into the other room and still could not locate her. Another scream and he realized that Rose Maria was outside. His only thought was for her and their unborn child. Most women in the village had trouble during birth and many children died during the birthing process.

He went outside in the dark toward the scream. He found his wife on the ground near the water well. She was alive. Rose Maria had blood on her clothes and face. My father could not find anything that would have caused the blood marks so he assumed that she must have fallen and fainted. Rose Maria was heavy into her pregnancy and the child was due before the next moon cycle. My father carried her into the house and placed her on their bed. Rose Maria was confused yet she did not seem to be awake and she was rambling on about a beast coming after her. My father finally got her settled down and asleep. My father went into town the following day to ask for the birth doctor. He told the doctor about what happened and the old doctor said it was not uncommon for women to have such dreams close to their birth time. The doctor gave my father some tea to give to his wife and asked that my father keep an eye on Rose for a few days. My father had noticed that the doctor seemed to be more interested in the fact that Rose Maria was rambling about a beast after her then her health. My father had heard of rumors of why Rose Maria was given away as a wife at such a young age. Stories of Rose Maria seen out at all hours of the night at the edge of the jungle. Stories of creatures seen with Rose Maria. Stories of how Rose Maria got pregnant so fast. These stories and others like them were told but fell on deaf ears for my father.

My father took the tea and went home to his wife. Each night for almost another 2 weeks my father was awoken during the night by Rose Maria and her screaming. She was always found outside by the well and always rambling about the beast that was after her. Rose Maria became more distraught as each day passed and my father was becoming concerned for her and the unborn child. As the cycle of the new moon started my father found himself worried for the birth of the child. Rose Maria started her labor 12 days after the first night of screaming and she was in no shape to be giving birth. She was pale, sickly and struggling to survive the birth of the child.

The doctor arrived and the waiting began. For many hours Rose Maria screamed and suffered. It was more then any man should bear to watch his wife bring his child into the world. This birth was not like any other one in the village. Rose Maria was in more pain and my father could tell that the doctor knew something was wrong. Finally, after one whole day and night had passed my father heard the scream of his newborn child. He ran into the house to see the doctor holding the child and Rose Maria covered in blood. Rose Maria was alive but not whole. It was like the child had clawed his way out of Rose Maria. My father had never seen anything like this and he knew something was wrong. The doctor tried to get my father to leave the birthing hut but he refused. All he wanted was to see his wife and comfort her. Rose Maria died giving birth that night. I Roberto Thomas was born into the world a killer in the summer of 1891.

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Chapter 2:

I remember that night. Our species is not like humans we have clear memories of our birth. Some say it is because our species must find a way to survive that is a blending of human and beast. It is with a heavy heart that I came into this world by killing my mother.

Several days had passed before my father took me into his arms and wept over me. My father only saw a child that had just been born into this world by killing his beloved wife. There were many rumors as to what had happened that night. What had my mother Rose Maria been doing for those months before my birth? My father was young and deep into his grief. He did not know what to do with me.

My father left me alone in my bed for almost a week following my birth. I was aware that he took my mother to her burial site. I was aware that people in the village came and went from our house. I was aware that another women held me and tried to feed me something that smelled spoiled. I was also aware that something came to me at night. Always after my father was asleep and after the women care taker had left.

I had not eaten for several days and my desire to feed was becoming overwhelming. I was just an infant with no way to care for myself. One week after my mothers death a stranger came to see my father. A woman who was frail and thin. The woman had bright red hair and very strange translucent skin. She was not like others in our village and spoke with a strange accent. She asked my father if he wished to have the child taken away. She was willing to take the child out of his hands and raise the child if he so desired. This woman was the most beautiful female that my father had ever seen. I remember her face being white and pale. Her eyes had an odd orange