The Seer Trilogy Box Set

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.

PUBLISHER NOTE: Contains all three books in the Seer Trilogy story. Our Hearts, Revealed and Freed Heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Jan 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370286997

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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THE SEER TRILOGY

BOX SET

L.J. FLEMING

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Our Hearts - Book One

Dedication

Our Hearts - Description

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Revealed - Book Two

Dedication

Revealed - Description

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Freed Heart - Book Three

Dedication

Freed Heart - Description

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Author Biography

End Credits

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THE SEER TRILOGY BOX SET

Copyright © July 2016 L.J. Fleming

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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.

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.

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.

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 a volatile relationship. Some whispered it was because they were too similar in personality, but Michael just found Andor too much of a rebel. Others said that Michael was jealous of Andor being such a gifted Seer. No one really knew the answer, except Michael.

As the door swished open, Andor turned to see who was coming into the room. Perin noted the sickened look on Andor’s face and was sure he was displeased with seeing them. The relationship between Michael and Andor had always been a love/hate one, but Perin knew they would have to put that aside now, for Owen’s sake.

The sedation is only for medical purposes, the healer explained to the new arrivals.

Andor, Perin greeted, It’s good to see you well.

Andor stood and bowed in the proper greeting for one so highly esteemed as Perin. Thank you.

Can you tell us about how Mentor Melonach sustained these injuries? Michael asked, wasting no time on pleasantries. There was a war to wage and few people to spare.

I wasn’t in the ship, but one of the members of the air corps conveyed the information to me, Andor explained.

Very well, Michael said, gesturing for him to go ahead.

As the ship began to invert due to lack of thrust, Andor explained using a hand to portray the ship. They got hit by a cannon on the starboard side, which sent the ship into a spin.

Andor looked to Perin, who nodded thoughtfully as he spoke. There were many factors to consider. This was Owen’s future they were deciding.

When they went to eject, Andor continued, Owen hit against the canopy, which didn’t clear before the seat rockets engaged.

The room fell silent except for the beeping of monitors and Andor’s breathing.

Thank you, Andor, Michael said. You may return to your quarters until you receive a new assignment.

Andor’s mouth gaped at the Mentor. Won’t I be staying here until Owen recovers?

There are few Seers to go around, Perin chimed into the conversation to diffuse a fight. We are all needed on the frontlines to do our duty.

Yes, Perin, Andor said tightly and bowed again before leaving the room.

He will be dangerous on missions alone, Michael said thoughtfully looking at the closed-door as though he could see past them and into the future. Owen was always the one who could stabilize Andor’s passions. Now even that was lost to his injuries.

Hmm, Perin agreed.

Chapter Two

How long has he been awake? Michael asked into his communicator as his feet moved quickly toward the nearest elevator. The healer removed Owen from the medical coma at the beginning of the week, and now he was finally awake.

Almost an hour, the healer replied from the other end. We have given him inhibitors for his protection. He won’t be able to use his Seer abilities until we remove them.

Owen had been in a coma for almost a month. No one was sure what the accident had done to his cognitive abilities. The inhibitors would keep everyone safe, including Owen. There was no reason to risk injury to anyone.

Being careful was important, Michael knew, as they confronted Owen during these first few weeks. Otherwise, it might fracture his Seer abilities removing them permanently. That was something they couldn’t afford. Stability was important for Seers. One with a mental deficiency would be very dangerous, until they could be stabilized or they destroyed themselves.

* * *

Don’t struggle to remember names, the healer said laying a knowing hand on Owen’s arm. She could see the desperation in the man’s eyes as he tried to form the words to name the Mentor standing at the end of his bed.

M… Owen looked thoughtful and then his eyes lit up as the name came to him. Michael.

Owen, Michael greeted warmly and sat in the chair pulled up to the bed. You look well.

Thank you, Owen said and smiled at the other man.

Owen was thankful for being rescued, but he wasn’t sure from what exactly. They told him he was the survivor of an accident, but he didn’t remember anything that led up to the accident. His mind had a huge gap in it where he thought memories belonged, but they weren’t there.

How is Andor? Owen asked as he looked at Michael. Why did he feel as though he was getting evaluated? Like they were trying to discover how stable he was?

He is on a mission near the main line, Michael explained.

Owen nodded his head as he thought. A boy of Andor’s age would get a temporary mentor until he recovered. Young Seers could not be left alone to their own devices while they waited for someone to heal. He pitied whoever received the assignment. Owen noted that he must personally thank them. He knew what a handful Andor could be at times.

Which mentor is he with?

Michael’s features contorted in a look of sadness. Something had happened. Owen sighed. What had Andor done now?

The mission is alone, the older man said. The words were carefully chosen. It seemed odd to Owen. What weren’t they telling him?

At his age? Owen choked the words out. You all must have gone crazy while I’ve been out of it.

How old do you think he is? Michael asked his face a mask.

We just celebrated his twelfth birthday, Owen said in disbelief. You came to the dinner at our apartment.

* * *

Almost ten years, Michael said as he regarded Perin. He believes Andor is twelve years old.

Perin shook his head thoughtfully. Owen was suffering from short-term amnesia. The healers had no explanation for the lapse. They were busy waiting for him to get better and nothing more. Perin wasn’t sure waiting was the answer the Seers needed now.

Recall Andor, Perin said. Seeing him might shake his memory loose.

Communications are patchy at best to the front line, Michael stated. The last thing he wanted was Andor here fretting over Owen’s care. He was a big enough pain in the ass being light years away on the line.

You have someone else in mind, don’t you? Perin asked reading Michael’s features.

Representative Ethesreld, Michael confessed. They have been rather good friends for years. Maybe she can help him remember.

I’ll call her, Perin said.

* * *

Representative Viera Ethesreld inclined her head in greeting to the leader of the Seers. The call she had received from him earlier in the day had left a chill in her bones. Owen Melonach lay here injured and that was all the public knew. Now she knew about his injury and memory loss and it frightened her. He could be dangerous in this state.

I will help in any way I can, Viera said trying to keep up the charade of being okay, although she wasn’t. This news had shaken her. She was a very close friend of Owen. Would he remember her?

Owen will be happy to see you, Perin said as they walked down the corridor toward Owen’s room in the medical wing.

I hope so, Viera said. So much had happened between them over the past couple of years. She hoped he wasn’t still as upset at her over Andor. The last time she saw Owen he had threatened to have her removed from the Representative Corps for treason.

He doesn’t remember anything about your fights, Perin said knowingly.

Perin, she started, we were not on the best of terms. Should I be the person doing this?

Strong emotion could trigger his memory, Perin stated. I know all about your disagreement with him. I’m sure he would have forgiven you by now if he could remember.

Viera shook her head in confirmation. She had an affair with Owen’s student. When all the information was in the open, Owen told her that she should have known better. Viera did know better and that was why she refused to marry Andor. Shortly afterward she made the anonymous call to the Seer leaders. Owen never knew she was the one who turned Andor in, but he was still upset at her when they spoke last. Romantic entanglements were not allowed for Seers who were active and she had broken that rule. She had broken Owen’s trust. That hurt the most.

Contact me later, if you need to, Perin said outside the door, his hand hovering over the button to admit her.

Thank you, Viera said. As the door swished aside, the sterile room greeted her. Owen was standing, shirt removed, by the small window in the room. His blue eyes darted to her standing in the doorway.

Your Highness, Owen said bowing, acknowledging her presence. He reached for the pajama shirt on the bed and slipped it over his head. A smile spread across his face as his cheeks flushed red from embarrassment.

Please, she said shocked at the use of her royal title. Let’s dispense with formalities. How are you feeling, Owen?

I’m well, he said. Some people seem to think I’ve lost it, though.

Viera tried to keep her face a mask of compassion. She wasn’t sure how much they told Owen and whether a slip on her part would be dangerous to the fragile state of his psyche. It was all such new territory for her, but she had to help him. He deserved that much from her. She owed it to him for her transgressions.

She felt no ill will toward the man who stood before her. What he said to her during the rough time with Andor, was a feeble attempt for his mind to make sense of something that seemed so shocking. Andor was the apple of Owen’s eye and the lie hurt him deeply. Viera knew, because it hurt her deeply to turn him in for what he planned.

Well, I’ve come to visit. I think you look well, Viera said, moving to sit in the chair by the bed.

I don’t understand why you are here at the Capital, Owen said, sitting on the edge of the bed facing her. He nervously smoothed the pants he wore. Knowing Owen as well as she did, she was sure he guessed that they weren't being truthful about his condition.

Owen, she said reaching across the short distance to grasp his hand with hers. I’m not the Queen of Ethesreld anymore. I haven’t been for almost ten years.

The shock in Owen’s eyes told the story. He seemed confused and held her hand like it was a lifeline to the world he needed to remember, but couldn’t. She saw he was struggling to put all the information together, but there was nothing connecting. His eyes were frantic. Owen looked unhinged.

What happened to me? he asked his voice catching in his throat. This was a mistake. Viera was wrong to correct him. She could feel his desperation ready to lash out at her.

"I want to see Andor, now!"

She flinched at how demanding his voice had become. Blue-gray eyes flashed as he stood abruptly and went to the small window. Placing a hand on either side, Owen hung his head. His body shook as he sobbed. Viera quickly went to comfort him, but he shrugged away her arms, trying to encircle his strong shoulders.

Let me help you, she said softly folding her hands in front of her, pleading with him to calm down.

Slowly, she reached to touch his back again as it trembled with his sobs. Owen turned to