Reality Seems Twisted: Book 4 of Danny's Story

By Kimberly Vogel

The dead don't always rest in peace. Sometimes they are sent back to either right wrongs or just make trouble for the living. Danny found himself in that position when his foster father murdered him. Then after that man was dead he came back to visit his daughter, who happens to be Danny's intended girlfriend. She was also cursed by the same man to love no other. What to do? There must be a cure! So Danny, Lyndie, and Captain set out into the world to find one. Can they find one or will it be too hard to overcome?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Dec 16, 2011
• ISBN: 9781105365058

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Reality Seems Twisted: Book 4 of Danny's Story

Reality Seems Twisted

Book 4 of Danny’s Story

Kimberly Vogel

Copyright

Copyright © 2011 by Kimberly Vogel.

ISBN eBook 978-1-105-36505-8

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Acknowledgements

I want to thank my family and friends for supporting me.

Without you, I don’t know where I would be.

CONTENTS

Chapter   1 __ Blast From the Past

Chapter   2 __ A New World

Chapter   3 __ The Ramian Camp

Chapter   4 __ Internal Struggle

Chapter   5 __ Lull-a-by

Chapter   6 __ Sabotage

Chapter   7 __ The Rare Flower

Chapter   8 __ Resignation

Chapter   9 __ Goodbye Once More?

Chapter 1

Blast From the Past

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He stared at the man who he never thought he would see again in all his life. A worm of disgust began turning around in his gut then worked its way up through his throat to his mouth. The words came out like venomous poison, What are you doing here. You’re supposed to be dead.

The man arose from his chair, tall yet not so terrifying as when the younger one last knew him. Brown eyes tinged with red stared down at him from the height which was now less than two feet taller than his own stature. The dark face seemed to hold a twinge of regret as he spoke in reply, I can’t tell you how sorry I am.

Sorry? The young man replied with dark eyes widening. You are sorry? Why ever should you be? Don’t tell me you are trying to repent for all your misdeeds? The vaguely surprised look faded then twisted to a glare. The great Mitra Shakti has no heart.

True, but I am not he any longer. The older man replied with voice speaking slowly and soft in tone. My name is Ozzy Tallis. That is who I was before I became corrupted.

How can I know that you have changed? The young man bordering on maturity asked.

Just watch and wait, he replied. You have to trust me.

I can never trust you after what you did. The youth retorted while he pushed past him.

Then trust Lyndie, the man said as he wrapped his arm around his daughter who stood at his side.

In any other situation I would, he replied. The dark eyes of the youth traveled from the man to the young woman who was about the same age as he. I can’t with this though.

Why not? The young woman asked with a puzzled look in her bright green eyes.

Lyndie! He called out exasperated. He put a curse on you for light’s sake!

That doesn’t matter Kala, she replied with a shake of her head. Her long gold strands shimmered down her back to her hips. He is my father and I love him no matter what he does.

Lyndie! You can’t mean that.

Oh but she does, the elderly gentleman said as he hugged her to his side. He was a good three feet taller than she was and practically dwarfed her. Heavy handed he guided her over to sit with the other woman in the room.

The woman was silent as she listened to the conversation. She didn’t want to interfere with them. Her chin length blue hair cut with straight bangs across her brow did not move, not even a strand. She stared at them with icy blue eyes as Lyndie joined her to sit on the couch by the fireplace.

No she doesn’t. Right now Lyndie is no more than a doll. You stole her heart to imprison it so she could never love anyone but you. It’s not right. If you really have changed, no, if you love your daughter then you wouldn’t want to see her like this. Lyndie is not a toy! She’s a living breathing creature who has a mind of her own whenever you’re not around. Sir, you have to break this curse you’ve placed on her so she can be alive.

She doesn’t want to be free. Do you Lyndie? He smiled as he looked down at her then turned to face the youth again.

It doesn’t matter what she says, because she’s not free to answer for herself! Kala called out loudly above Lyndie’s answer.

She loves me and that’s all that matters, the man replied.

No it doesn’t. Love cannot be restrained or controlled. It is a powerful dynamic force that rolls through all of us. We can either repress it or let it grow. Kala spoke as he glanced between Lyndie and her father. You sir are not only repressing your own but hers as well.

That’s not true, is it Lyndie? The man looked down at his daughter with a smile. Tell him how it is.

You know that I love you Father, she replied.

Kala groaned as he heard. He began to turn away from them to stalk out of the cottage. Just as he reached the door the continuation of Lyndie’s speech made him pause.

But you also know that I can not love anyone else, not even Mother.

How dare you! The man Ozzy Tallis roared as he heard her reply. His hand rose to strike her for her insolence. His murky brown eyes flared up in anger, but it died down as he saw her expression. What have I done? His hand dropped limply at his side. I...am sorry.

Lyndie watched her father then lowered her eyes. She covered the soft sobbing with her hands. As the woman leaned in to comfort her Lyndie curled her body to the taller woman’s.

Kala stared at them then spoke with voice low and almost dangerous, "Outside sir, now."

Ozzy stared at his daughter and servant a moment longer then turned to the young man’s call. He did not answer, but his decision was clear as he followed the other outside of the cottage then down the path into the gardens. As he walked he held his head hung with hands folded behind his back.

When they reached a distance where their yells at each other could not be heard from inside, Kala stopped walking. He turned back to stare at the man. Now do you understand?

I just didn’t want to lose her too, he spoke with voice cracking. I didn’t think that would happen.

Please take the curse off her.

I can’t. It was one of Maska’s spells. If by him dying it hasn’t been broken then I don’t know what to do.

What about your death?

In all truth I’m already dead.

What?

When the tower fell I met with the shadows. They were content with my demise. Her mother was there and explained to them what really was going on. He laughed brokenly. They let me come back to be with Lyndie for as long as I could. Only I know the way to break the curse so I’ll let you in on as much as I know.

The much younger man nodded slowly. Explain then.

Very well. He nodded then took a deep breath. As you know the curse is threefold. One is that she can only love me. Two is that she turns into a baby during the day but will be fully grown in the night. The third is that she can never know how to break the curse herself. Even if I told her then she’d forget immediately.

I know that, Kala said impatiently. But how do we break the curse?

I’m getting to that, Ozzy replied then sighed. "She has to break the