Under the Golden Sun: Part Two: Colored Ice

By Jessica Barnes

A continuation of Under the Golden Sun: Part One: Tears of Lace and the last book in the Crimson Earth Series. This book follows the story of Mab, a young girl who was born with the condition to age rapidly. Everyone in her village assumes she’s an old maid. Even stranger is that, she becomes ill with the change of seasons and she can see things no one else does. Wishing the best for their daughter, Mab’s parents are forced to send her away with each equinox until one day when Mab meets a stranger that knows everything about who she ever was.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessica Barnes
• Release date: Aug 23, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370493005

Jessica Barnes

Jessica Barnes is a gynosexual who writes erotica that tends to be futa-on-female. She loves throwing futas and lesbians together in a blender with a pinch of adventure and a half-shaker of spice to see what happens. When not writing, she’s crawling the local lesbian bars.

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Under the Golden Sun

Part Two:

Colored Ice

By: Jessica Barnes SDG

Distributed by Smashwords

Copyright 2016 Jessica Barnes

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Contents:

Introduction

Nightmares

Daydreams

Where the Leaves Fall

Growing Backwards

Winter’s Chill

The Ides of April

Map

Introduction

I see monsters everywhere I go. My parents tell me they aren’t real but they feel real to me. I play at the river by our home and I see a woman looking up at me. In the blink of an eye she’s turned into a hag like the one that nags me in the village for not brushing my hair or for sneaking away from my parents. I see children run through the halls, but when I ask the servants who their parents are, they respond with ‘what children?’ Maybe it’s their own ill-behaved children and they don’t want to claim them. It is strange, though. Even courtiers deny their existence.

Trees are another problem entirely. I’ve seen trees - aspens in particular - walk right in the front gate our home! I would pull on my mother’s sleeve and point but she’d brush me away. I would tug harder and she would look confused and say she saw nothing. The tree would pass and I swear I saw it blink. It turned to me and and bent its long roots to be at eye level with me; it definitely had eyes - huge ones that flashed every leaf color imaginable. It squinted its eyes and frowned, then reached one long spindly branch toward me. I went to touch it but it passed my arm and sought my neck. Just as it was about to wrap its limb around me, Mother called, and I ran, as fast as I possibly could. Then I tripped and she rushed to pick me up.

Mab, you mustn’t run so fast! she said to me and dragged me off to find a clean set of clothes.

After that day, I learned that they don’t like to be stared at. If they see you gawking, they’ll kill you.

Nightmares

"Come closer, Ine" the Queen called from inside her chambers.

Mother? Ineck called out to her because he couldn’t see her behind all the servants and nobles that surrounded her.

The servants parted to let him through. Ine, you're such a good boy, his mother smiled but somehow sadly. Come closer so I can see you.

Ineck was confused because he was standing right next to her. I am close mother.

Hush, a servant hissed and pushed him closer to the bedside. Now, he could see that his mother was drenched in sweat.

Mother, what’s wrong?

She pursed her lip trying to find the words to explain it. I can’t- I might be… leaving you soon.

What? Why? Is it father? What did he do this time? Ineck turned to leave and confront him, but his mother put a hand on him.

No, Ine. It’s- I’m very sick… and the doctor’s say I’m not getting better. So they’re sending me to a place where I have a better chance at getting better.

Ineck was silent. After a few moments passed the servants nudged him to excuse himself, but he instead hesitantly approached his mother and slid his hand into hers. She gave it a light squeeze and a tear fell down her face until it froze in place on her cheek. The servants murmured because Winter was never very affectionate. After another brief moment, their hands released, and Ineck left the room without another word.

Ineck felt the urge to go back but the doors were locked. Mother! Mother! he cried, Let me in! when suddenly he realized that he was uncomfortably hot. He reached up to realize that his forehead was drenched in sweat.

His eyes opened to a dark room and found that his sheets were soaked. He threw them onto the floor and put on a clean shirt before jumping out the window and into the open air. It was freezing even though it was the end of March. He knew that once he got off the castle grounds, it would warm up a little but not by much. The climate of their Island stayed cool year round which made it the perfect place for their court.

He freed his stag from the stables to ride off into the night and only as it neared dawn did Ineck stop to let