Our Hearts

By L.J. Fleming

Owen Melonach, a respected Seer, has been injured in a severe accident. When he recovers, his memory from the last ten years has gone. How will he survive without the ability to remember?

Enter Viera Ethesreld, a member of a waning Representative Corps and former queen of her planet. She has known Owen since he valiantly helped to rescue her and save her home world from the ravages of civil war. Now she has been tasked with the assignment of rekindling her friendship with the Seer and watching over him as he recovers.

As the galaxy crumbles around them, Viera and Owen secret themselves away on her home world, but Andor, Owen’s former student, comes to claim Viera as his prize and threatens to tear everyone’s lives apart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Jan 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781910899304

L.J. Fleming

Calling Indiana home, LJ is a busy mother of three and wife to the love of her life, who she met on a blind date, its own romantic tale. When not busy cheering at football games, attending band concerts or playing with her daughter, LJ finds time to enjoy comic books, reading, video games and snuggling her two cats, Zeus and Banjo.From the time she was a child, LJ has written about the world around her. From the first romance she wrote, she was hooked and writing has been an important part of her life ever since.

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OUR HEARTS

THE SEER TRILOGY – BOOK ONE

L.J. Fleming

Owen Melonach, a respected Seer, has been injured in a severe accident. When he recovers, his memory from the last ten years has gone. How will he survive without the ability to remember?

Enter Viera Ethesreld, a member of a waning Representative Corps and former queen of her planet. She has known Owen since he valiantly helped to rescue her and save her home world from the ravages of civil war. Now she has been tasked with the assignment of rekindling her friendship with the Seer and watching over him as he recovers.

As the galaxy crumbles around them, Viera and Owen secret themselves away on her home world, but Andor, Owen’s former student, comes to claim Viera as his prize and threatens to tear everyone’s lives apart.

OUR HEARTS

THE SEER TRILOGY – BOOK ONE

L.J. FLEMING

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Dedication

To the love of my life, Duane, who has been with me on this extraordinary journey we call life. Without you, I would never know the passion of true love and the friendship of last loving.

LUMINOSITY PUBLISHING LLP

OUR HEARTS

THE SEER TRILOGY – BOOK ONE

Copyright © October 2015 L.J. Fleming

ISBN: 978-1-910899-30-4

Cover Art by Poppy Designs

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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Another Seer. Mentor Michael sighed as he put down the report he was reading. He pushed it across the desk in disgust. The civil war was taking a huge toll on the Seers. Both students and mentors fought on campaign after campaign in support of the Established Representative Corps army. Many of them were permanently separated by death now, ripped from each other’s sides. It was a tragic time for Seers as their numbers dwindled and new ones were not found and trained.

Being a Seer was a terrible title now, Michael knew. Now one of the most respected of the Seers lay injured. Owen Melonach was in the medical wing of the Seer’s complex. If he came back injured; then other less skilled Seers were in trouble. The whole race of Seers could be in the last spasms of death.

Get me Mentor Perin’s private channel, Michael said pressing the button for the internal intercom system. The channel buzzed and then Perin’s calm voice was on the other end.

You’ve seen the report? Perin asked without preamble. He was always frank and to the point.

Yes.

I think we should see what kind of condition he is in.

I’ll meet you in the medical wing.

* * * *

Andor had never liked the medical wing of the Seer complex. It was too sterile and brought back memories of all the times he had hurt himself in the past. The walls were too white and the air smelled of antiseptic. The situation was urgent because Andor’s former Mentor lay inside one of the rooms. From what little information they gave Andor, his condition was severe,

Somehow, Andor knew this was already his fault. He was always at fault when it came to Owen. There was never a gray area in the eyes of the Seer leaders. He was always the one who got blamed and that was final.

Andor, a tall woman said from the door to the room where Owen laid just out of sight. She was pale, blonde and willowy, just as many of the healers in the complex. Her long fingers gestured toward Andor beckoning him to follow her. With measured steps, he followed her into the darkened room.

The sight was shocking. Owen didn’t have on his military uniform and a crisp white sheet covered him to the waist. There were patches of dried blood, which had formed on his forehead and his hair stuck to them.

It’s a medical coma, the healer said. Her voice was gentle and ethereal. She put her slim arm around Andor’s waist and urged him to move closer to the bed. Her strength was unnatural for the slightness of her frame.

Why? Andor choked out. His eyes darted over the body of Owen lying lifelessly in the bed.

Healing occurs much more quickly if he doesn’t fight us. When he arrived, Mentor Melonach was combative and unable to find his calm, she explained moving to the other side of the bed to check several monitors which were beeping and flashing in a strange dance of ‘life suspended.’

He didn’t know where he was, Andor confirmed quietly.

The healer turned her large blue eyes toward Andor as though she could see through to his soul. Healers were perceptive by nature, it was what gave them the ability to see what was wrong inside of the body without ever picking up a scalpel. It helped them heal patients easily.

Head trauma is rather unusual. The brain can’t comprehend what is happening with this type of injury, she said wisely. She turned back to the monitors and made several notes on the screen with a stylus.

Andor stood in the same spot she had left him, unable to move any closer to where Owen could be dying. Yes, this was all his fault. He wasn’t there to protect Owen.

Not dying, the healer said in that irritating gentle tone. She had read his mind and Andor felt it was an unnecessary intrusion. Seers were private with their thoughts until the need to use them for tactical advantage.

Andor’s eyes shot to her and then back to Owen in the bed. If he was not dying, this was as close as he had ever been. Owen had never been so severely injured. This worried Andor.

Then what do you call it? he asked, his voice tight with frustration. Now he knew they weren’t telling him everything.

We are very skilled healers, Andor, she said in a rather aloof tone. I call it recoverable.

The healer pulled a chair closer to the bed. She wedged it between a group of monitors standing vigil over Owen’s vital signs. She motioned for Andor to sit. His legs felt like lead as he moved toward the chair. When he was finally seated, she regarded him with her large blue eyes. Somehow those eyes pierced through Andor. He felt as though she was reading every single strand of his genetic code.

Mentor Melonach can still hear you, she said and stopped near the door, turning to look at Andor over her shoulder. Perhaps you should comfort him.

* * * *

The prognosis, healer? Perin asked leaning heavily against the desk where the healer sat going over her records.

He will recover, the healer stated confidently. We don’t know how damaged his brain is yet.

Perin looked past the healer, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. It was hard to discern the future of another Seer, even for someone as gifted in the arts as Perin. The art wasn’t the same for everyone, and Perin’s skills lay in other aspects of vision. He would need to consult someone trained in prediction for the answers to these questions, but there wasn’t time for that now.

Michael and I wish to see him, Perin said finally.

Yes, Mentors.

The Seers both followed the healer as she seemed to float down the hall. They both carried the burden of what this injury implied for one of the most respected Seers in the corps.

Owen Melonach may never be an active in the civil war again and that was a terrible reality. It was also a terrible loss.

Andor is already inside, the healer stated stopping at the door. He noticed Michael’s body tightened at the mention of the younger Seer’s name. They had always had