The Dagger of Souls

By A.J. Myrfield

Have you ever hid in your room while the monster that helped bring you into this world beat your mother? Have you ever held your mother’s hand while she lay in a hospital bed, awaiting surgery to reconstruct her face? Megan McAllister has.

With the trauma from her broken and abusive household, along with the continuous bullying at school from Jessica Sanders and her trolls, Megan begins to discover a part of her that has be hidden for 17 years. Something hidden that proves she is anything but an ordinary high school graduate.

Travel with Megan as she unleashes an ancient power that is just as destructive as it is beautiful—follow her as she looks deep within herself to reflect on her dark past and ponders a question that haunts her throughout her journey.

“When you look in the mirror what do you see?”

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.J. Myrfield
• Release date: Feb 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9780988109926

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The Dagger of Souls

BOOK 1

BY A.J. MYRFIELD

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The Dagger of Souls

©2012 by A.J. Myrfield. All rights reserved.

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No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without prior written permission of LoveLight Creations.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

First published as an e-book through LoveLight Creations in hardcover LoveLight Creations, and in paperback LoveLight Creations. This is the first edition of this novel.

Cover design, format and book trailer from Keystroke Design & Production Inc. 2012. All rights reserved.

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Editor: Eileen Harrigan

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Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication

Myrfield, A.J.

The dagger of souls/A.J. Myrfield.

ISBN978-0-9881099-0-2 (bound).—ISBN978-0-9881099-1-9 (pbk.)—ISBN978-0-9881099-2-6 (e-book) I.Title.

PS8626.Y74D33 2012 C813'.6 C2012-904919-0

I would like to thank my amazing Mom,

My wonderful husband,

And my good friends Carla and Eileen.

Without your constructive criticism, support and love

This project would not have been completed.

Thank-you

Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

A Warning

About the Author

Prologue

The saying is true, A person does not appreciate what they have until it’s taken away. I have lost everything. I have lost everyone, and all that I have ever loved. My entire world has been destroyed and now I am trapped in a place you call Earth.

I am from a different plane of existence. In every form, our worlds look the same. Within this planet of Earth; however, there are many different kinds of people living on different planes of existence. Some planes are in complete darkness; while in others people are able to conduct magic and live for thousands of years. In some, humans do not exist at all. Most people don’t realize that different planes exist. We called our plane Elementia. We believe in keeping all elements within our world balanced. Unlike yourselves, we did not contaminate the air with pollution, or destroy what you believe to be an insignificant life by cutting down our tallest trees. We allowed our world to grow, we appreciated the beauty around us, and learned to adapt within our environment. This plane of existence was the world I grew up in and it was the world I loved.

Just like in your plane we had objects that we held dear to us. Some we looked to for change and answers, others were there to protect us, and many of them gave the holder unbelievable power. One of our most sacred objects was called The Dagger of Souls. This dagger chose its holder based on the purity of their soul. A soul that it believed could do wonderful and amazing things for our world.

My uncle was one of the most trusted, helpful, and loving person within our world. He was our king’s right-hand man; a great leader who was always there for anyone whenever they needed him. When The Dagger of Souls chose him to be its holder, people cheered and said that our world could only move forward. The question was never asked why The Dagger of Souls chose my uncle instead of the king, or why such power would be trusted to someone other than the king. The truth was that all people within our world, including the king, did not have a choice when it came to this object. This sacred object had a life of its own. After a hundred years of my uncle holding The Dagger of Souls he did what we consider unthinkable, he turned on his people and he became obsessed with power. He came to the opinion that if The Dagger of Souls chose him that he was superior to the king and he should be ruling Elementia. Anyone that appeared to hold more power than he did went missing. Inevitably, he then began to gather followers to take down the king; the only one that was believed to have more power than my uncle.

As soon as my uncle’s soul became dark and sinister The Dagger of Souls disappeared. My uncle was outraged and swore to kill everyone within Elementia until the dagger was found. All knew that The Dagger of Souls was not stolen and it did not go missing; The Dagger of Souls chose to leave on its own. My uncle started killing for vengeance, power, and his personal enjoyment; his soul was no longer pure. It was only a matter of time before a new holder was chosen and we believed this person would be able to return our world to a harmonious balance.

Unfortunately, we were wrong. By the time The Dagger of Souls showed up in my hands it was too late. The elements in our world were completely out of balance and most were dead, but the few of us that were left worked together to destroy my uncle. We were successful, but in turn we lost everything. It took all of our power to stop the war. We did not have any left to fuel ourselves, let alone rebuild our world.

As The Dagger of Souls chose me, the survivors believed I was destined for greatness. I was chosen to leave our plane of existence, to leave the only world I knew, and find another to fulfill our destiny. I had very little power left within me and it took all I had to jump planes. It took so much power that I actually had to leave my body behind and now I’m a soul waiting to be unleashed. I have been living in many different humans for over a thousand years; however, none of them have been strong enough to release me. But after so many years of waiting I believe I have found someone who is strong enough for the task. After living with her for 17 years I have learned that she needs me just as much as I need her.

I believe that within a short few weeks I will be unleashed to fulfill my destiny on Earth. Your world does not appear to believe in harmony and you do believe in vengeance. I am learning that I may have to take on these traits to survive. So let this be a warning. I am here to fulfill my destiny and if anyone gets in my way they will be eliminated.

Over the years I have gone by many names, but my friends and family from Elementia called me Serenity. My enemies; however, know me as The Dagger.

Chapter 1

When you look in the mirror what do you see? What a stupid assignment for English class, thought Megan. Seriously, how on earth am I supposed to write a poem on that topic? Megan stood in the bathroom staring at herself in the mirror. She looked at her five-foot-five inch slim frame and shook her head. I could afford to lose about five more pounds; even though the jeans she was wearing were a size two. Megan looked at her hair and sighed. She hated her natural hair; it was very dry, frizzy, and somewhat wavy. Just wavy enough that she wished it was either curly or straight. She would get up an hour early every day for school just to straighten it.

Megan leaned closer to the mirror to analyze every freckle, every spot, and every wrinkle she had on her pale, white face. Why on earth would someone be born with bright blue eyes and dark brown hair, thought Megan. It was as if God, or whoever, just had small pieces of paper in a hat with words on them describing a person’s features and pulled them out one-by-one to create me. Seriously, most girls with dark hair usually have dark brown or hazel eyes. But no not me, I have to be different. I have to have blue eyes. It’s just another thing that makes me stand out from everyone else, just another thing people at school can make fun of me for—my looks.

When I look in the mirror, what do I see? Megan said out loud. Well, someone who needs extreme help when it comes to her looks. Seriously, what guy would ever want to go out with this? Megan continuously turned side-to-side and watched herself in the mirror, looking, analyzing, and judging herself in her little pink tank top and blue jeans.

Oh well, who needs a guy, she thought. I have Sasha and Mike and they are the only two people I need in my life. Megan, Mike, and Sasha had been friends since kindergarten. Megan remembered walking to elementary school with her two friends since day one, as they would meet her at the park down the street from her house. Every day they would meet at the same time and would discuss the latest gossip or what they had planned for the weekend. Now they were in the last semester of grade 12 at St. Martha’s High School. They were having a hard enough time trying to figure out what they were going to do for graduation, let alone what they were going to do with their future.

Like in most schools, St. Martha’s High School had its usual groups; the jocks, the popular girls, the chess club, the geeks, and the students that liked to practice the dark arts as they called it. Megan and Sasha were not the most popular people in school; they had a group to themselves. Mike, on the other hand, was guilty by association. He was an All-Canadian guy that everyone loved; he was tall, athletic, funny, and just a good guy. He never paid attention to the groups at school since he had friends in every group. He was also the only one who could get away with it. Whenever someone else tried to do this they were usually made fun of and often turned into an outcast as they were no longer accepted. Mike seemed to be the only one in the school that was liked and accepted by all.

Megan could see why Mike was so popular. He was pretty cute, with his dark brown hair; chocolate brown eyes, tanned skin, and a smile that would make any girls’ heart melt. Mike was also very driven because of his father, Detective Jeff Walters, a police officer for the county. Mike wanted to follow in his footsteps. Mike’s plan was to apply to the police service as soon as he graduated high school; he was young, but knew what he wanted and did not see any reason to hold off his career. She never understood why he would pick a job where he would be forced to deal with people on the worst days of their lives, but Mike did not see it that way. He always told her that it was about helping people by guiding them in the right direction and making a difference in the world; she always admired him for this.

Sasha was another person Megan looked up to; she believed that Sasha was one of the most beautiful, trustworthy, and artistic girls in school. She was a person Megan could count on no matter what happened. Sasha and Megan were always there for each other and had been inseparable since they started school together over twelve years ago.

Sasha did not see herself as Megan did. She would look in the mirror and criticize her milk chocolate skin, long dark brown, thick and curly hair, and her dark brown eyes. Sasha was five foot ten, which was pretty tall for a girl in their school, and she was very skinny; model skinny. In Megan’s opinion Sasha could be a model and a very famous one. Sasha had a huge talent for writing. She could write any story and when you read it you felt as if you were sucked in and were actually living it. It was amazing how Sasha could draw you in with only a few words and make you feel the emotions she was describing. She was so emotional and so real and it was one of the reasons Megan loved her.

Megan and Sasha had a lot in common when it came to their family lives as both grew up in abusive homes. That was one of the reasons why they were so close. Sasha’s dad, Morris, was one of the biggest jerks Megan knew and he was the main reason why Sasha doubted herself so much. There are only so many times a person can hear they are worthless until they start believing it. Both Morris and Megan’s father, Greg, were alcoholics with bad tempers. The last time Greg had too much to drink Megan’s mother, Crystal, ended up with a broken arm. Sasha was the only one Megan could go to about the abuse since she was the only one that understood. There were times when Megan attempted to tell Mike, but he always wanted to be the hero. He always wanted to jump in to save the world and Megan felt that keeping it from him would only keep him safe.

Unlike her friends, Megan did not know what she wanted to do when she graduated. She did not have the grades to get into college or university, and the only reason she was going to graduate was because Sasha helped her with her homework. Megan did not have any school worthy talents; she did not play sports, she was not good at any core subjects, and sometimes she thought she was just meant to get a job at a fast food restaurant for the rest of her life.

She seemed to have two talents and she would only share them with Sasha and Mike. If the rest of the world found out, doctors would come and lock her away in a loony bin. Megan’s first talent was her prophetic dreams, showing her glimpses of the future. She could not control what she saw in these dreams and often wished that they would just go away.

There’s nothing worse than knowing something was about to happen and not having the power to do anything about it. One dream Megan saw herself tucking her grandmother into bed. The dream was very odd, because her grandmother looked extremely sick and had lost around 75 pounds. Megan was crying and saying good-bye to her grandmother as if she was never going to see her again.

At the time, Megan’s grandmother was in perfect health, so the dream did not make sense to her. However, a week later, Megan found out that her grandmother was diagnosed with terminal cancer. The doctors gave her six months to live. Unfortunately for Megan’s family, the doctors were wrong and her grandmother died in the hospital three months after Megan had the dream. She remembered the night before her grandmother’s death as if it was yesterday; she was kneeling by her bedside and tucking her in, she gave her a kiss on the forehead and told her she loved her more than anything. When she looked at her it was as if the grandmother she knew was gone and the only thing left was an empty shell waiting to let go and sink into the sand. It was as if she had given up.

The confusing thing for Megan was she could not tell which dreams were real and which were just normal dreams. Megan dreamt about different things every night, often the same recurring dream that she had been having since she was a little girl.

Her dream was about a red-headed woman who was extremely beautiful, so beautiful that she appeared to be from a different world all together. This dream was becoming more frequent and was becoming more vivid. Megan could now see more of the woman’s world, hear more of her voice, and could feel more of the woman’s emotions. Though these dreams did not make sense, Megan could not help but wish for them to come when she fell asleep at night. She used those dreams to escape from the real world, a world away from her family and the abuse.

If it was Megan’s choice, her dreams about the future could go away all together. Megan’s mother, Crystal, was still crying about her grandmother. Megan knew that there was nothing she could do to prevent her grandmother’s cancer, but she could not help but feel responsible for not warning her mother. She did not know if it would have helped at all, but it would have been worth a try. Crystal was very close to her mother and every time Greg gave her another bruise or broke another bone Crystal went to her mother. She was the one person Crystal could talk to and her house was the one place she felt safe. It did not matter how many times Crystal was hit, or how many bones were broken, she always went back to Greg. It was when this happened that Megan was happy she was an only child. She was happy that other children did not have to deal with the same emotional struggle. One day, thought Megan, I will have a normal family. One day it will be my turn to be happy like everyone else in this town.

Megan looked at herself in the mirror and wondered how anyone on this Earth could love her. She thought of her next talent and it made her shiver. Some people could see it as a talent, but she often thought of it as a curse. Not only did she dream of people’s deaths, but when she was awake she could tell if someone was about to take their last breath. She could communicate with them and often they would ask her to say good-bye to their families and loved ones. This was one of the reasons Megan hated hospitals. She tried to avoid them, but no thanks to her father, Megan often paid her mother visits in the hospital. Though she hated them, she did not want her mother to feel alone.

During the last visit to the hospital Megan was sitting in the waiting room as her mother had a cast put on her arm. An elderly female sat beside her. Megan remembered that she had long, curly, grey hair; her eyes were a grey blue; she wore purple rimmed glasses; and her skin was wrinkled, but she appeared to be sixty years old. Megan was shocked to hear that she was over eighty. She walked with a cane and she was wearing a blue, flowered dress; a dress most people would call it a muumuu. She told Megan to call her Deloris and spoke to her about her grandchildren and how much she loved her family. They spoke for at least a half hour, which Megan did not mind as Deloris was keeping her company.

If you don’t mind me asking Deloris, why are you here today? I mean, you seem to be in pretty good health to me. Megan smiled at her and hoped Deloris would not mind her asking such a personal question. To Megan’s surprised Deloris’s answer was very odd.

Well Megan, I’m here to see my family for the very last time. Oh and look here, they’re walking in now. Don’t you think my grandchildren are lovely? said Deloris.

Megan turned and looked at the front entrance. She then noticed a group of approximately ten people walk through the doors. All of them ranged in different ages, the oldest around sixty, while the youngest was only a few months old. Awe! That must be her grandbaby she has been talking about this whole time. What a cutie, thought Megan. It was then she noticed there was not one happy face within the group. Most of the women’s faces were flush and swollen from crying and the men were doing everything they could to hold back their tears.

Megan fell silent and a shiver ran up and down her spine, it was part of the feeling she dreaded whenever she walked into a hospital. She could feel Deloris’s soul leave this place. Whether place meant this world and off to heaven Megan was not sure. Every small hair on her body stood up as her skin was covered in goose-bumps. She felt short of breath and her stomach felt like it hit the floor. Megan knew as soon as she looked to the seat beside her that Deloris was gone. She knew that the entire waiting room, for at least a half an hour, was watching her talk to herself. She could feel her face grow red with embarrassment and she quickly walked out of the waiting room to see if her mother was finished getting her cast.

Not every encounter was the same. Megan always had a gut wrenching feeling just by walking near a room in the hospital, driving by a car accident, or walking by any house where someone just died. I guess the only good thing about this ability is that I can also tell when life is coming into this world, thought Megan. I can usually tell when someone is pregnant before they know. So when I look in the mirror what do I see? Someone who has talents that most people would say is signs of mental illness.

Megan ran downstairs, went to the front door, and grabbed her black pleather jacket out of the closet. This jacket always made her feel invincible, beautiful, and confident; it was amazing how a single piece of clothing could make a person feel so good. It was ten degrees Celsius outside in the small town of Jorden. Though Megan expected that it would be warm for the month of May, the mornings in Jorden were never really warm until July. Megan preferred the summer; she loved the warm sun beating down on her skin as it filled her with warmth and gave her a sense of security. She loved the smell of the flowers, grass, and trees around her. She would often close her eyes and listen to the breeze flowing through the trees and would imagine being in a rainforest or a magical land. She just wanted to get away, anywhere that would get her out of this town and away from her family. Sometimes she would go as far as to explore the forest and the wooded areas that surrounded the town. She would always hope to find something exciting, something that was out of this world.

Megan could see Mike and Sasha waiting for her at the park as she left her house for another day of school. Mike was the first one to notice her and she immediately saw a huge smile spread across his face. Megan did not understand why he was always so happy to see her; he saw her every day and she never changed. Yet every day he greeted her with the same silly grin he always had. Then again, Mike did look cute with his blue jeans and that bright red t-shirt that brought out his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes. Megan did not understand why he did not have a girlfriend since girls were usually hanging off of him all of the time, anyway. Why wouldn’t they? With his perfect eyes and his luscious hair … Megan once asked him why he didn’t have a girlfriend, but he just said that the right girl just hadn’t come around yet.

Chapter 2

Mike watched Megan walk toward him and his heart melted. He loved everything about her; how she walked, how she talked, and how her ocean blue eyes always seemed to be looking into his soul with interest and curiosity. Her eyes were the deepest blue he had ever seen, like the color of the Pacific Ocean on a warm summer’s day. He loved