Hallowed: The Elementals, #1

By Jamieson Wolf

The world has moved on. A virus wiped out most of the Earth's population and only a handful of people survived. Percy is one of those survivors. After getting a fever, he survived with only a red mark on his arm. When another man knocks on his door with the same mark on his arm, Percy has no idea how crazy his world is about to become.  

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cobblestone Press
• Release date: May 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386157311

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The Elementals

Book 1:

Hallowed

By

Jamieson Wolf

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Hallowed

Copyright© 2018 Jamieson Wolf

Cover Artist: Kelly Martin

Editor: Angela Kelly

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

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Dedication

To Michael for loving me completely.

Chapter One

The world had been over for seven weeks when the rain began.

Percy could see it from his window. What was more, he could hear it. The rain fell not with the gentle music of normal rainfall, but with a hot, acidic sizzle. Slowly, he put his hand out the window but drew it back twice as quickly.

Looking at his hand, he saw small red welts where the rain had struck his skin. Smoke rose from the welts but he knew they wouldn’t last long. This wasn’t the first injury he had withstood since the world as he’d known it had come to a close.

He waited mere moments, a minute or two. Then his skin began to knit together. A stinging sensation moved down his arm and he watched the welts begin to lessen their red hue and then disappear altogether.

Percy stood there looking at his hand, at what had been mauled skin only a moment before. Now his skin was unblemished and whole again. He sighed. He had always said that geeks would inherit the earth. He just wished he hadn’t been right.

The trouble had started off innocently enough: Floods off the east coast of China, a breakout of hurricane like weather in Japan. Then there had been reports of the mass deaths of animals in the Australian outback, whole herds dying as one. First the marsupials, then the mammals had started dying off.

Leaders of the world were approached for a cause or a reason behind what was surely some sort of disease. The religious groups started talking about a new set of plagues that had come to wipe the earth clear of everything that the gods found unfitting. They were all wrong. No one knew what was causing any of the disasters.

Then the weather problems jumped from Japan and China and found their way to Niger, Guinea, and Mali. Temperatures increased to the point where people would bake alive if they remained outside for longer than ten minutes; houses were set alight just by the rays of the sun.

Then people started dying in Nigeria. Doctors could find no reason for the illness; they knew only that people were well one moment and then ill the next. They started talking in tongues first and then just screaming in wordless syllables. The self-mutilation would begin next, with people carving strange symbols in their skin. That was the last step before the people began to bleed from their eyes, as if they were crying out their souls. Then they perished. The whole illness took less than seventy-two hours to reach full effect.

Reports of this new disease were far reaching—from Poland to Egypt to Sudan. There was no rhyme or reason to how or why it struck and the religious folk started saying that it was the end of days. Watching everything unfold,