Hollows Ground: The Complete Series

By J.A. Culican

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When psychic Ela enters the paranormal underworld, she's plunged into a battle between good and evil- and both sides want to claim her.

Mirela can prophesy the death of whomever she sees. She spends her days locked away in her apartment, avoiding the public and the gift she considers a curse. Until in a devastating vision, she sees a young boy die.

Only she can help.

Only she can save him.

This urgency forces her from her apartment out into the world she's shunned.

Until he appears. Luka Conway is handsome. Charming. And magical. Luka leads her to an underground city hidden beneath Atlanta, populated by empaths, telepaths, and seers. Luka is a Shade, a soldier fighting a secret war against the Wraiths, a deadly group of sorcerers who wish to take over the world.

Ela is given no choice; she must prove herself a Shade, and use her powers for the light, or she will be put to death. Resolved to her fate, Ela trains as a warrior, determined to put her curse to good use. Then Talon Michaels appears. He's just as dashing as Luka, and even more dangerous. A Wraith, Talon warns Ela that the Shades aren't all what they appear. Who can Ela trust, if anyone?

If Ela chooses the wrong side, then all magical beings will perish.

This special edition boxset includes all four full-length novels in the Hollows Ground Series plus a bonus novella, Phoenix, set in the same world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dragon Realm Press
• Release date: Jun 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201234997

J.A. Culican

J.A. Culican is a teacher by day and a writer by night. She lives in New Jersey with her husband of eleven years and their four young children. J.A. Culican's inspiration to start writing came from her children and their love for all things magical. Bedtime stories turned to reality after her oldest daughter begged her for the book from which her stories of dragons came from. In turn, the series The Keeper of Dragons was born.

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Hollows Ground

Hollows Ground

THE COMPLETE SERIES

J.A. CULICAN

Copyright © 2022 by Dragon Realm Press

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For anyone who believes in magic.

Contents

Second Sight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Stolen Magic

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Empath Reborn

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Cursed Seer

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Phoenix

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

About the Author

Acknowledgments

Second Sight

HOLLOWS GROUND BOOK 1

Chapter 1

8 YEARS EARLIER….

"D rina," I screeched as I lurched from my bed and tumbled to the hard floor. I pushed my long, black, sweat-covered hair out of my face as tears streaked down my cheeks. A cold chill raced up my back as I pushed off the ground and ran to the door. I stumbled down the two metal stairs and barreled toward the trailer next to mine.

I threw my shoulder against the door to unstick it, flinging it open and slamming it against the thin wall, causing the pictures to rattle. I ripped Drina’s quilted blanket from her bed and found her startled blue eye staring up at me.

Mirela? her hands grabbed at her chest. You scared the bejeezus out of me.

I squinted my eyes in the dark to see her better. You're okay? I whispered as my body collapsed on the bed next to her.

Of course, I’m alright. What are you doing? It's the middle of the night. She grabbed for her blanket, still wound tightly between my fingers.

I dropped her quilt and rubbed at my eyes. I... I had a horrible dream.

It couldn't have been that bad. Drina pushed at my shoulder and rolled on her side. You’re lucky my parents are at the bonfire still.

Mine too. Sighing, I grabbed at my hair and pulled it out from under my shoulders.

You're shaking. Drina pulled me close to her. What was your dream about? She rubbed my shoulder.

I blew out a harsh breath as I let her warmth calm me. We were playing by the river. You fell in. I couldn't find you. I―.

I’m fine. You're probably just over tired from celebrating your birthday today. The big 1-3. I can’t wait for my birthday. She pulled her arm from around me and rested her head on her hands. Now get some sleep, she said as she snuggled close next to me.

Twinkling stars shot around the room as a sliver of light passed through the old blinds above Drina’s bed. The light hit the pair of jeweled encrusted wings that hung from a heavy gold chain around my neck. Closing my eyes, I blew out a harsh breath as I grabbed at the necklace. The necklace was presented to me just a few hours ago by my parents during my 13th birthday celebration. Today had been perfect. Laughter and dancing filled the hours as each member of our community welcomed me into my teens.

Drina snored softly next to me as the nightmare of her death wrapped around me once again with the promise of suffocation. The dream started out innocent enough. We were down by the lake, playing like we’d done many times before. Only this time, Drina fell in. I searched and searched for her until my own screaming woke me.

I sucked in a huge breath and shook the vision of her death away. It was only a dream. Drina was safe and sound snoring beside me. I exhaled in relief. Closing my eyes I prayed no more dreams would find me tonight.

Come on, Ela, wake up. Drina shook me from my fitful sleep.

My eyes cracked open slowly and were met with the soft glow of early morning. It was early. Too early.

Drina, go back to sleep, I mumbled as I turned away from her.

Come on. It’s nice out and all the adults are still sleeping. She shook me again.

Ignoring her I shook her hand off my shoulder and closed my eyes.

Fine, I will go to the river without you. She huffed as she moved away from the bed.

Last night’s dream came back to me in a rush. Drina falling into the water, my frantic search to find her. A chill ran up my back as I turned back toward her. Opening my eyes, I watched Drina tie her old navy sneaker as she sat on the floor. Her long hair was pulled up in a messy pony tail, unbrushed. I pushed my own hair out of my face and sat up, the quilt falling around my hips.

Why don't we do something else? I mumbled. Come here, I’ll brush your hair, I pleaded with her.

Don’t be silly. Get up and grab your shoes. Let’s shake that stupid dream you had. Drina pulled on my hand until I stood in front of her. Chop, chop, she clapped. It’s a beautiful day.

Please, Drina. I don’t want to, I whispered as I looked to the ground.

Ela look at me. She grabbed my chin and tilted it up. You're my best friend. I love you. You tossed and turned all night. Let me prove to you that all will be okay.

Fine, I resigned. Just promise to be careful.

Pinky promise. Drina interlocked our fingers and pulled me toward the door.

Quickly I slipped on my shoes that were sitting neatly by the door. I didn't remember taking them off last night. My guess was one of our parents had taken them off me sometime during the night. Drina rushed me out the door and through our makeshift camp. No one was awake yet and the bonfire from last night was still smoking. Our gypsy clan landed in western Pennsylvania only a week ago. The plan was to continue east within the coming weeks. Our movement had increased the last few months, though none of us kids had any idea why.

We arrived at the river just as the first rays of sun broke over the treetops. The water rushed past us in a hurry as waves crashed against the boulders that peppered the river. Orange and red leaves fell quietly to the ground around us and the air held a slight breeze. Drina was right―today was a beautiful day. But I was too terrified of my vision to enjoy it.

Ela. Drina called. Look at the log. She pointed to a tree that had fallen over, creating a bridge to the other side. Come on, she waved as she ran over to the trunk.

Drina, I muttered as flashes from my dream the night before blinded me. Drina laughing. Drina falling. Me searching. Don’t go near that tree. Drina. Stop! I screamed as I raced after her.

Drina laughed as she jumped on the trunk. Don’t worry so much. She jumped up and down on the log. It’s solid as a rock.

Drina, please come down, I yelled as I tripped over a root sticking out of the ground.

I landed roughly on the ground, scraping my hands and knees. A cracking sound caught my attention as I pushed myself off the ground. I watch in horror as Drina fell through the trunk disappearing beneath and into the sweeping water. My breath caught in my throat as I scrambled toward the bank of the river.

Drina! Drina! I screamed as I searched the river for a sign of her. Anything. Drina! I frantically ran up and down the shore as sweat trickled down my face.

I knew I had to get help, but I didn't want to leave her. I rubbed my eyes roughly before looking one last time. Nothing. I sighed in resolution and sprinted back to camp.

Help! Help! I panted as I ran passed the trailers. Please, anyone, I wheezed.

Ela? My mom appeared by the door of our home. Ela, what’s wrong? She darted toward me and grabbed my tear-stained cheeks.

Drina. It’s Drina. I pointed toward the river. She fell in, I sobbed.

My mom's eyes grew large in alarm as I watched the men from our clan run toward the river. They seemed to move in slow motion as they shouted to each other and finally disappeared from sight. I fell to my knees as my body shook. My mom followed me to the ground and squeezed me tight. I knew what they would find. Everything had happened just like my dream.

Mirela, what happened? Drina’s mom’s voice asked from above me. Where is Drina?

Unburying my head from my mom's shoulder, I looked up at the scared voice nearby. Her face was pale, accentuating her blue eyes that Drina shared with her. Her hand quickly covered her mouth attempting to hold in the sobs that started to break loose. I shook my head. I had no idea what to say or if I’d be able to speak at all. This shouldn't have happened. As I met eyes with her mom I prayed they find her. I prayed they’d find her alive.

Ela baby, tell us what happened? My mom’s voice echoed around me as she rubbed my shoulders. It’s okay.

It’s not okay, I whispered, sobbing. It’s not okay. None of this was okay.

The ground beneath me began to rumble with the sounds of footsteps. The men were returning. I buried my head once again against my mom, not wanting to see what they found. Already knowing what they’d found.

No. No. No. The woman around me began to shout and weep as my mom clutched me even tighter.

Tears fell freely down my face as I squeezed my eyes closed tight. The pain in my chest felt ready to explode as the truth of my dream began to smother me. The wails and cries of those around me enveloped me in darkness. Drina was gone. Drina was dead.

Ela, my mom muttered. Ela, look at me.

I peeked my eyes open and met eyes with my mom. Silent tears ran down her cheeks as sadness crept into her eyes. Her hand held my cheek as she told me about Drina. Little did she know I already knew. I knew.

It’s all my fault, I stammered. It’s all my fault.

Baby, this isn't your fault, she soothed.

Yes, it is. I saw it. I knew it would happen. I should have stopped her. I covered my face with my hands as the sobs took over.

Shh, you couldn't have known. You did the right thing by getting help, Mom cooed.

No, you don't understand! I screamed through my sobs as anger began to flow through me. I saw it, before it happened. I knew. I―.

What do you mean, Mirela? Old May asked.

May was our resident fortune teller. I swear she was a hundred years old. She walked hunched over and always wore billowing, brightly colored dresses. She pushed her large spectacles up her nose as she ambled up to my mother and me. She looked down at us and blinked her larger-than-life eyes.

Mirela, tell me what you mean. You said you saw it. She knelt down close to us.

I dreamt it. A nightmare, I mumbled.

Did everything happen as you saw it in your dream? May asked as she moved even closer to me.

I nodded. Exactly. I begged her not to go. She said she was going with or without me. I knew. I knew and I still couldn't stop it, I stammered, turning my head back into my mother's warmth.

It’s been so many years since we’ve had a child born with a gift, May stated.

I turned my head back toward her. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she stared right through me. Quickly she inhaled and her eyes shot wide open with a gasp.

Not just any gift. The gift of precognition. It’s very rare and very dangerous.

Dangerous, I echoed. What do you mean?

You have the gift of second sight. You can foresee the death of anyone who comes in contact with you.

That’s impossible, Mom interjected. This has never happened before.

It came to fruition on her thirteenth birthday. Just as all magic does. May placed her hand on my head. Your gift is very powerful.

She’s cursed. Drina’s father shouted. Death lives inside her. He pointed at me as his wife clung to him in grief.

As it does with all of us. May moved closer to me. You are a gift. Always remember that.

Death is not a gift, I sobbed. I don’t want it. Take it from me. Make it stop, I begged.

The idea of seeing death every time someone got close to me scared me to my core. How was seeing how someone was to die a gift? I shook my head. It was a curse. I was cursed. I pushed away from the safety of my mother's arms and scrambled to my feet. I scanned the faces of the only family I had ever known. How was I to survive seeing their deaths? Their faces were pale, eyes scared. Many of the women were crying as they clung to their loved ones.

Mirela. My mom stood up next to me. We will figure it out. All will be okay.

Her voice shook as she spoke. Even she didn't believe the words she was saying. Nothing would ever be okay again. As I watched the others fall apart in grief I knew what I had to do. Before I could change my mind, I ran.

Chapter 2

PRESENT DAY

Happy Birthday to me. I sigh as I look out the window of my run-down studio apartment. My paper blinds are hanging up by a thread as I drop my hand and watch them bounce in front of me, effectively separating me from the rest of the world.

Exhaling, I turn back to my card table and lone chair, the only other furniture I have is an old mattress that was left here from the last tenant. Plunking myself down on the chair, I scan the colorful beads that cover the surface. The vibrant stones mock my mood. Today marks my twenty-first birthday. Others my age would be out enjoying this milestone with drinks and friends. Not me. I’m holed up in my cramped room where I spend every minute of my day. Rarely do I leave the safety these four walls provide.

The only luck I’ve had since running away eight years ago is coming across my landlord. She rents me this dump for just about nothing. In exchange, I make her jewelry to sell. For years now she’s brought me materials and groceries each Sunday in exchange for finished pieces. I have yet to see her death, which I think means I have a while until this gig ends.

I’ve made it my mission to stay away from everyone as much as possible. Which unfortunately has not stopped the visions of death. The building I reside in has many rooms with many tenants. The walls are paper-thin so I hear almost everything that goes on with my neighbors. Not to mention I spend much of my day watching the goings-on through the peephole in my door. Human contact is ingrained in me just as it is everyone else. At least once a week the fire alarm goes off and I have to exit my safe haven. I always attempt to keep my distance as everyone files out in either laughter or anger.

My neighbor directly next door has what looks like a three-year-old boy. His shaggy blond hair bounces as he hops up and down waiting for the fire trucks each time. His laughter echoes around my apartment as he plays every day. He is a constant reminder of what I will never have. A family, a life outside of the curse I was born with.

I close my eyes and resolve myself of my fate. I’m cursed. No need to dwell on it, not when I have work that needs to get done by tomorrow. Picking up a bright red gem, I hold it in my hand as light sparkles off it. I pull out my pliers and get about attaching it to a bracelet losing myself in my work.

My eyes feel heavy as I place the necklace I just finished in the box next to the door. Stretching I eye my bed in despair. Visions frequent my dreams almost nightly. Rarely do I get them while awake. Nightmares of death. I shake my head. I need to get some sleep. I’ve been awake for nearly twenty hours.

I amble over to my mattress and grab my coarse blue blanket. Long black hair shields my sight as I pull my hair tie loose and sit down on my lumpy bed. Situating my head on my arm and using my other to pull my blanket up, I settle myself in for the night. With reluctance, I close my eyes and fall asleep.

I blink my eyes open. Sunlight streams in from the thin blinds which cover my sole window. Lifting myself into a seated position I stretch my arms up high over my head. A real night's sleep is rare, and I enjoy it. A glance at my small alarm clock lights the fire I need to escape my bed. Ana, my landlady, will be here within the hour.

Quickly I grab a clean set of clothes and run to the bathroom. Speeding through my lukewarm shower I make myself presentable. It isn’t much but Ana is the only person I ever had any real contact with, even if it’s for just a few minutes a week.

Just as I am about to pour myself a bowl of frosted oats there is a knock at the door. Placing the box of cereal back down on the counter I take the few feet to the front door. Even though I know it’s Ana on the other side of the door, my heart rate spikes and I begin to sweat as I grab the knob. Exhaling, I turn the handle to find Ana, as predicted, on the other side. Her red hair is highlighted with silver strands as her blue eyes scrutinize me from head to toe.

Ela, grab the rest of the bags in the hall, she demands as her greeting. She pushes by me and dumps the bags she holds on my table.

I look into the hall. It is thankfully empty, and I step out to grab the bags. It seems Ana has much more than normal which means I’ll be busy this week. Just as I reach down to grab the first of the bags the door next to me opens and the little boy with the moppy hair and his mom walk into the hallway, holding a small tricycle.

My eyes met the boy’s bright blue ones and I freeze. No. I began to tremble as the vision flies through my head. Tires squealing, people yelling, a little red tricycle upside down in the middle of the road. Slowly, I slide down the wall to the ground, my eyes never leaving the boy’s. I watch as in slow motion as his mom grabs his hand and quickly escapes the crazy lady down the hall. His eyes, so much like Drina’s, burn into my soul as his death plays on repeat in my head.

Ela, what are you doing? Ana calls from the doorway. What's wrong with you, girl? Get up. Get those bags. She points to the bags still on the ground. Kids these days, she mutters as she disappears within the apartment.

I look back down the once again empty hall as the vision of the little boy’s death eats away at me. Standing. I take a step in the direction they’d left in but freeze. There is no way I could leave the building, let alone chase them down at the park. Way too many people. Everywhere people. Closing my eyes I grab the bags and dash back into the safety of my home.

About time, Ana grumbles. Put the bags here, I haven't much time today. She points to the table.

My hands tremble as I place the bags down. Ana had already begun to unpack. Bag after bag of beads and gems now cover at least half the table as chains and sticks of metal took over the other half. My hand creeps to my own neck where my own winged pendent remains hidden under my shirt. Closing my eyes, I remember the day my parents gave it to me, how free and loved I’d felt. Now as images of the boy’s imminent death dance behind my eyelids I feel trapped and alone. Just like that day so many years ago I will have to live with the fact that such an innocent soul will die. And there is nothing I can do to stop it.

Ela. Ana pulls me from my misery. Have you heard a word I’ve said? She shakes her head in impatience. What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Her hard eyes pierce me impatiently.

Sorry. I just―.

Ana waves her hand at me. Doesn't matter. I need this whole box filled by next week. She points to a huge cardboard box by the door. I was able to score a table at the county flea market, she says as she walks back to the door grabbing the box I’d filled for today. Ana looks back over her shoulder at me, Make sure you eat something before you get to work. You look horrible. she shuts the door behind her as she disappears.

My body sags into the chair with a moan. I pull my pendant out from under my shirt and hold the heavy wings in my palm. Hundreds of deaths have floated through my head since the day I received these. Ever since Drina I sat back and let each one occur, never attempting to stop them. Knowing any attempt would be futile, just like Drina. Until today Drina’s death had been the youngest, most pure.

I had to try. I had to do something. I couldn't let that innocent little boy die while I sat here in fear. I had to try. I had to do something. I continue that mantra over and over as I rock back and forth in my chair. The boy’s youthful face and bright eyes flash in my mind, quickly replaced with that of Drina.

I stop abruptly, causing me to tip in my chair. I grab the table to stop my fall as a clinking sound surrounds me as the beads tumble to the ground. I need to find that little boy. The boy whose name I didn't even know. I have to stop this tragedy. But how? The farthest I’ve gone in years is right outside and only when forced to by the firemen. How am I supposed to make the trek to the park? The park that was at least five miles from here.

I sigh in exasperation as I rub my face roughly with my hands. I have to at least try. Planting my feet firmly to the ground I push myself up. My body begins to shake as realization sinks in. I was leaving my home and venturing out to the great unknown. A world I’ve ignored for years, that scared me to my core. A world I wanted to forget. Inhaling, I grab my sweatshirt off the floor and throw it on. I walk purposefully to the door and grab the knob. Closing my eyes, I twist and exhale.

Here goes nothing.

Chapter 3

Acold breeze washes over my overheated skin as the death of the little boy continues to play on loop in my head. Once out on the front curb I’m lost. Now what? I need to get to the park and quickly. Problem is, I haven’t traveled further than this since I landed here so many years ago.

The park is seared into my brain. I remember it clearly from the nights I slept there as a child, before Ana found me. My first night there I found a tree that was easy to climb. I spent my childhood climbing trees with Drina and our friends. So, getting myself up there and comfortable was easy. It was also the safest place for someone as young and vulnerable as I’d been. Most people walked under me without even knowing I was there. My own personal invisibility cloak. Until a vision would hit me. My screaming and yelling labeled me the crazy one, which gave everyone another reason to leave me alone. Which was for the best.

I glance up and down the street. People are everywhere. If I am lucky my visions of death would be kept to a minimum. I breathe in deeply and close my eyes. I need to get moving. Opening my eyes, I head north toward the park. I watch as an old city bus approaches a nearby stop. The electric sign on the front says Asber Park. It would be much quicker to grab the bus but being so close to people is a recipe for disaster. On the other hand, what if my own fear makes me too late?

Sucking in a deep breath I approach the bus just as the last passenger make it up the steps. A sign next to the driver states local eighty-five cents. I fish out four quarters from my pocket that I thankfully still had from when Ana paid me. Slowly, I walk up the steps noticing all the impatient passengers waiting for me to make my way on. The coin machine clunks as I drop my coins in and dispenses my change. Grabbing the few coins I venture onto the bus.

Within seconds the bus jerks to a start and I tumble backwards slamming into a young man holding onto a pole.

Watch it. He bumps me off with a sneer.

Sorry. I mutter thanking the stars no vision hit me.

I stumble forward searching for an empty seat. Of course the bus was jam packed. I grab a nearby pole and hold on for dear life. Only a few more minutes. I continue to repeat in my head as the bus stops and lurches onto our destination.

The rancid smell of body odor hangs in the air as the woman next to me raises her arm to hold the pole above me. A baby cries in the back as an older gentleman sitting directly in front of me stares at me as my hands white knuckle the pole. I divert my eyes away from the man and find a young couple holding hands as they sit close to each other. The girl laughs as the man plays with her hair. My stomach knots with the reminder of just another thing I will never get to experience in my life.

Vibrations from the bus cause my body to sway. If it weren't for the smell and the noise it would of put me to sleep. I glance out the window just as the first sign for the park comes into view. Almost there.

My body falls into the pole as the bus hurtles to a stop in front of the park. A few passengers in front of me hastily make their way off the bus. Pushing off the pole I make for the exit. Coldness seeps through my sweatshirt as a hand on my arm startles me.

You want the next stop. The older man whispers to me. The other side of the park. His brown eyes urge as tobacco wisps up my nose the closer he moves to me. He winks as a sad smile flits to his lips. He shuffles by me and off the bus.

Startled by his words, I fall into the seat he just vacated just as the bus launches onto the next stop. Grabbing fistfuls of my hair I pull. I didn’t say anything. How did he know? Dropping my hair, I glance around the bus, no one pays me any mind. Surely, if I’d been talking out loud they’d all still be starring or running.

The squeal of the breaks brings my attention to the scenery out the window. Deja vu slams into me as I jump and make my way toward the exit. Almost there. I can do this. I pray I’m not too late. Just as my foot hits the sidewalk below a jolt rushes through me. Sucking in a breath I tumble forwards as the woman behind me glides past me.

My knees hit the ground as I grab my ears. Noise fills my head. Shouting. Crying. Crashing. I squeeze my eyes shut as the vision plays out in front of me. Air explodes from my lungs as the last image departs.

Sweetheart are you okay? Warm arms wrap around my shoulder and squeeze. Are you okay? the woman repeats.

I peek up from my spot on the ground. A group of people have begun to surround us. Pushing away from the woman I stand up and turn to face her. Bright blue eyes look up at me. Kindness envelops her as two tiny lines form on her forehead in worry.

It’s going to be alright. She stands up as her blonde hair blows into her face from the sudden breeze.

I shake my head. No. It’ll never be okay. I mutter as I turn and run into the park.

Thankfully the group around us parts in my haste to escape. Even they knew it wasn't safe to cage the wild animal that lives within me. Hard pavement turns to soft grass the further I run. I know where I need to go and exactly how to get there. Not far. Almost there.

A shadow passes in front of me just as the final bend appears that leads to my destination. I made it. Skidding to a halt I look up into the face of a man easily twice my size. He stands directly in front of me blocking my path. I move to my right to move around him and he moves with me. Unease begins to form as I try to move to my left.

Excuse me. I stammer attempting to move to my right again.

You don’t want to go over there, he states as he put his arms out wide, effectively blocking my view.

No. No way was this guy going to stop me. I step back and scan the area. I was cornered. I large tree stands to my right while bushes wall the left side of the makeshift path I am on. The only way to get around him was to back track back through the park or to go through him.

Pulling in all my strength I drop my shoulder and run toward him. Just before I collide with his chest he steps aside. Pummeling through the air I stumble. Right before I tumble to the ground large hands grab my waist and plant me on my feet.

Without letting go he whispers in my ear. Trust me.

Blood drains from my face as the sound of sirens meet my ears. It couldn't be. My body trembles as the sirens wail louder and louder the closer they came to us.

How? I hiss through my sorrow.

I need to help. I need to get to the boy. Hands squeeze me tighter as I attempt to move away.

It’s too late, he reiterates.

How? My voice raises. How does he know? How does he know where I'm going?

It’s too late, he whispers as he pulls me back against his chest.

Tears stream down my cheeks. As images of the boy filter through my head. His joyful smile looks up at me as he waits for the fire trucks. His inquisitive eyes and moppy hair as he jumps in glee when the trucks finally arrive. He was so young. So, innocent. And once again I was unable to stop it. Unable to save him. Just like Drina.

Shudders rock my body as the vision of the boy’s death replays in my head. His little red tricycle upside down one wheel spinning the other missing. His mother screaming. Cursed. I was born cursed. Why? The same questions I've had since my thirteenth birthday. Why me?

Chapter 4

Sirens blare as the man still holds me hostage. I struggle to break free but his strength rivals mine. Not that I have anywhere to go once I'm loose. I was too late.

Stop. You're going to hurt yourself. His breath tickles my ear. Just calm down.

Calm down? I laugh. Uncontrollably. Manically. I can only imagine what this man thinks of me. The crazy woman racing through the park, laughing at the sounds of sirens. If he only knew.

It’s normal. His grip loosens. What your feeling.

I fight to catch my breath. Normal? I huff out.

Yes. There is a slew of feelings one feel when they experience a tragedy―

Tragedy? You have no idea what just happened? You have no― I pause as I turn and face the man. How?

How does he know? Up until now I was so caught up in getting to the little boy, nothing else registered. He stopped me. He knew why I was here. My eyes go wide as I step back from the man who has finally released me.

How? I raise my voice as his brown eyes widen.

Please. You need to calm down. He raises his hands out to his side as he looks around. Like anyone is paying us any attention. A boy just died. A boy I was here to save.

Calm down! I scream.

He grabs me and drags me off to the side of the path. His hand wraps around my mouth. You need to trust me, I scream behind his hand. I understand your hurt. But you're not safe here. We need to leave.

He continues to drag me behind the bushes. Of all the ways I thought I would die, this scenario never crossed my mind. Probably since I never planned on leaving my apartment. Ever. Little good it did me. I wasn't able to save the boy and now I was going to die. I try to fight myself away from him. I kick at his shins and try to bite his hand to no avail. He pushes me up against a tree hidden in the shadows. His hand still pushes up against my mouth, silencing my screams. He shoves himself closer to me and meets my eyes.

I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. His eyes plead with me to believe him as his hand loosens around my mouth. I want to help you. I can help you. His hand falls to the tree trunk next to my head releasing me.

I suck in a harsh breath as I process his words. No one can help me, I whisper. How did you know? How did you know why I was here? I asked.

He takes a step away from me. I watch as he fights to find words. Twice he opens his mouth to speak only to close it with a sigh. His hand shoots out toward me making me flinch into the rough bark of the tree.

My name is Luka. he continues to hold his hand out to me. I'm not much different than you.

I look at his hand and back up to his eyes not moving. What does that mean? Was he cursed just like me?

It's not safe to talk here. I need you to trust me.

I'm leaving. I shake my head.

I attempt to walk past him but he stops me with a hand on my arm. He looks down at me with an expression I'm unfamiliar with. His eyes look sad but his body’s stiff. We stare at each other neither of us breaking the trance.

You don't understand. There’s others. Others who will hurt you. His hand releases me. Where’s your family? I’ll take you to them. I can't believe they’d let you out here alone.

I don't have any family. I whisper breaking eye contact. It’s for the best.

I should run. I know this. But my feet don't move.

Come with me. I need to show you something. He reaches for my hand but I pull it away. A safe place. A place for people like us.

Us? I look back up at him as he once again grabs for my hand.

Yes. He smiles, showing off two dimples I hadn't noticed before as he squeezes my hand. You're really alone? He shakes his head. So much could've happened to you. Others could have found you. he starts to pull me back toward the path.

Others? I ask as I move with him.

Yes, it's not safe for someone like you to be out in the open like this. Your gift is so rare, he says as he quickens our pace through the park.

You mean curse. I state as I struggle to keep pace with him.

He stops abruptly and turns to me. Cursed? You're not cursed. Your gift is very powerful.

Wait, don’t you have the same gift as you say? I pull my hand from his as a chill races up my back.

He looks down at my hand that now dangles at my side. No. You're very rare, like I said. Now come on; we really need to get a move on it.

Where are you taking me? I ask not moving.

A safe place. A place you need to see to believe. He arches his eyebrows at me. A whole world where people like us exist.

A whole world?I ask, astonished.

You're not alone anymore. He turns to walk then turns back to me. What's your name?

Mirela, I mutter. You can call me Ela.

Ela. He holds his hand out. What do you say? Are you ready to find out who you really are?

I look at his hand. A hand just waiting to take me away from all that I know. Take me to a place I'll belong. Or so he says. I think of Drina and the little boy and how I wasn't able to save them. How I ran from my family in order to save myself. Save myself from a life of death. A life of seeing all I care about die. His hand is an invitation to a new family and a new life. I’d no longer be alone. Who am I kidding? My curse will never let me be anything but alone.

Ela. Luka’s voice breaks through my thoughts. I need you to trust me. Where I'm taking you, you will belong. You will no longer be alone.

My curse―

Your gift. He punctuates his sentence with a pause for emphasis. Is very special.

His hand still floats in front of me.

Sighing, I look back up to his brown eyes. I want to believe him. I want him to be right. I can’t. It’s safer for me to be alone. It's safer for everyone.

Luka tilts his head and drops his hand. You're wrong. Other will come looking for you. Other who will hurt you. He steps closer to me. You need to come with me.

I'm leaving. I begin to walk backwards. I need to get out of here.

I'm sorry Ela. I have a responsibility to keep you safe. Now that I know you exist. He steps toward me again. You have to come with me.

Grabbing my arm Luka begins to drag me. I struggle but Luka just huffs and throws me over his shoulder. I’m kicking and screaming but no one is responding. As I bang on his back I realize the park is eerily quiet the further we go. No one is around. It’s just the two of us.

Hold tight, Luka says right before he opens a manhole cover and jumps.

Chapter 5

Air whooshes past me as we free fall through the hole. I squeeze my eyes shut as my hair flies through the hair like a tornado. My chest tightens with the thought of our impending doom as I claw at Luka’s sides in fear.

A soft thump is the only indication we’ve landed on solid ground. Luka flips me onto my feet and steps back. I push my hair out of my face as I glare at him. My heart races erratically as I find my footing on the hard ground below me. I squeeze my eyes shut and blow out a harsh breath as images of Drina falling through the log flash behind my eyelids. My body begins to tremble as anger begins to boil inside me.

How dare you? Where are we? Are you trying to kill me? I rant as I step toward him.

I bypass Luka and glance up the hole we just fell out of, I see nothing but blackness. How the heck am I supposed to get back up? I can feel tears build, I’m trapped. Trapped in an unknown place.

Ela. Luka’s warmth hits my back. There are others. Others who will use your powers against you. They will force you to use your gift for evil. He sighs in frustration as he walks around me to face me. This place. It’s a safe place. There are people here who can help you control your gift. Teach you to use it for good. His finger tilts my head up to face him. You need to trust me.

I knuckle the tears roughly away as they begin to fall. What he says sounds so wonderful, but I know it's not true. Can't be true. I don't have a gift, just a curse. The curse of death.

Come on, Luka grabs my hand. Let me show you around. Let me show you how perfect Hollows Ground is.

I look down at our hands through blurry tears. I haven't had any physical contact with others since the day I ran away. Even Ana has somehow known not to get to close. Thankfully, Luka’s death hasn't been shown to me yet. But it's only a matter of time. Eventually I see all.

I pull my hand away from Luka’s and hold it to my chest. Okay, I murmur.

Okay. Luka tilts his head to the side and studies me with his warm brown eyes. Stay close. Everyone knows everyone here, so― he shrugs his shoulder. Everyone will know your new.

An arched tunnel lays before us made of graying bricks. I can see light in the distance which barely illuminates the tunnel, the light casts an eerie glow throughout. Cement walls surround me in every other direction, leaving us only one option. The creepy hole in the wall.

Maybe you should go first. I look up to Luka with a raised eyebrow.

Sure thing, a quick smile forms then disappears on his face.

The further we venture through the tunnel the louder our surroundings get. I pause as the sound of people talking envelops us. Luka looks over his shoulder at me with a real smile, his two small dimples on display. He jumps a few feet down at the end of the tunnel and completely turns to face me.

Welcome to Hollows Ground. He holds his hand out to me once again to help me climb down.

My senses go into overload. A whole city lays in front of me. A city under a city. We’ve entered what seems to be the middle of a busy hub. People rush down the street around us as they travel to their destinations, many ignore us, but some flash a second look my direction. Store fronts and small food stands pepper the opposite side of the road. One woman catches my attention as she orders a cheeseburger from a stand. She is wearing a tight fitted black tank and jeans with knee high black boots. Her multi-colored hair hangs down her back as she presses her finger to a scanner.

It’s how we pay. Luka follows my sight. Everyone who lives here is registered as a Hollows Ground resident. Your fingerprint is like a credit card, just one less thing you need to remember to carry with you.

I lift an eyebrow and tilt my head toward Luka, Big brother is watching and all that.

Luka chuckled, Our government is a bit different here. Everyone here has some form of magic in them. Its best to keep a close eye.

What kind of magic do you have? I ask as I turn back to watch the people around me.

Empathy. Not as special as you, he half smiles at me.

Empathy? What exactly does that mean? I question as I turn back to face him.

I’m an empath. I can sense the emotions of others. He shrugs his shoulders and looks away.

He made it sound dull, like it wasn't interesting or special. Things are beginning to make a bit more sense. How he knew I was in a hurry, panicked even to get to the boy. How he knew I was too late.

Wait. Earlier at the park―

It was difficult. Extremely. Luka clears his voice. I could feel the boy's pain. The moms anguish. The drivers shock. he looks back up at me. I sometimes feel like my gift is a curse as well.

Then why did you stay? I mean the agony of having to live through those emotions. It had to be torture. I shake my head in disbelief.

I was leaving, on my way back here. he points. But then I sensed your urgency. Your tenacity. I was confused. Why would you be in such a hurry to go where such sorrow emanated. He blows out a breath. I knew, as soon as I saw you. I knew you were special. That you had magic in you.

Magic? I never thought of it like that. It’s always been a curse. I gaze back at the city around me. Are there others just like me here?

There are others who can help you. Others who understand your gift. Others who have visions.

Visions of death? I ask, my curiosity peeked.

I know of one. But like I said earlier, your gift is rare, very extraordinary.

How can they help me? Can they make the visions stop? I hope. The idea of not being afraid all the time sounds amazing.

Why would you want them to stop? Your magic is a part of you. If it were to cease to exist so would you. Your visions are a gift. he seems perplexed.

A gift? My voice raises a bit. Nothing gift like in seeing death all the time.

I can understand what you mean. Luka grabs my hand and begins to pull me down the street, effectively ending our conversation. Come on, there’s much more to see.

I let Luka lead me down the sidewalk. Having him hold my hand felt foreign. The warmth from his hand frightens me and at the same time seems to ground me.

It will be okay, Luka calls from over his shoulder. I know this all seems overwhelming and scary, he winked. I’ll stay by your side until you're comfortable on your own here.

What do you mean on my own here? I ask, confused.

Luka stops and turns to me. This is where you belong. Hollows Ground is home to all beings with magical abilities.

I don’t plan on staying. Being around other people isn't really my thing, I mumble.

Once you gain control of your visions. You may feel different. Luka tugs my hand forward and continues our walk through the city.

Light peeks over the brick buildings in front of me and for the first time my eyes glance up. The bright blue sky sparkles with swirls of purple. A full moon hangs low, illuminating the city as if it were daytime.

Aren’t we underground? I ask Luka.

I know we jumped through a manhole, but maybe there’s much more to this place than I first anticipated. Did we teleport somewhere?

Yes. He quickly glances over at me. It’s magic of course. Everything you see. Even everyone you see. No one lives here or is allowed here unless they have some form of magic. They wouldn't be allowed through our wards. Any typical person who had ventured through the manhole I brought you through would only see the pipes under the city, not the tunnel to ours.

That's amazing, I marvel as I continue to stare up at the sky.

You haven't seen anything yet. What you see now is just the shell. It’s what lies within that truly amazing. Luka pulls me around the corner and stops.

My jaw drops. In front of us is a grand white building. Grand isn't even the word. I’ve never seen a building so incredible. At least twenty steps lead to a veranda with marble columns every ten or so feet, each one wider than a car. Two huge red doors sit at the top of the stairs with a guard on each side. The guards look more for show than actually guarding, since people are casually walking in and out of the door, while the guards stand unmoving.

Luka? I woman pins me with her glare. What do you have there? She points her thumb my way as she turns her nose up at me.

The woman is beautiful with her long golden hair and emerald eyes. She wears a form fitting black dress and red stilettos at least three inches high. Her hands, that now sit on her waist accentuate how thin she is.

Luna, this is Ela. Luka drops my hand and introduces us.

I miss his warmth immediately.

I don’t care what her name is. Who is she? she sneers turning toward Luka.

Can’t you feel her magic? he asks the woman Luna.

Weakly, she shakes her head. Where'd ya find her?

The park near the eastern corridor. It was luck really―

Luck. Please, we’ve taken in enough lessers. Next time drop her off to the Wraiths. Let them deal with it.

The Wraiths would have used her against us―.

Luna rolls her eyes. Save it. One day you’ll see that not all magic is created equal.

Luna turns and begins to walk toward the mighty steps before us. Just as her foot is about to hit the first step she looks back over her shoulder at us and lifts her hand. With a snap of her fingers the large terracotta planter lifts in the air and comes flying through the air at my head.

Before I have a chance to acknowledge what was about to happen, Luka pushes me to the ground. Pain emanates throughout my body from the force of hitting the concrete sidewalk.

Are you okay? Luka pushes my dark hair out of my face. I tried to react sooner. I knew she would do something cruel. I felt it.

Shaking my head, I sit up on the sidewalk and brush my hands over my jeans, removing the small pebbled that had lodged within my palms. I'm fine, I sigh. She seems like a bright ray of sunshine. Quite the welcome wagon. My eyes train on the broken planter beside us.

Most residents will welcome you, with open arms. Luna, well she’s just Luna. She’s like that to everyone. She holds the magic of telekinesis.

My eyes leave the planter and toward the spot Luna was just at. She was gone. Shaking my head, I begin to stand with Luka’s help.

Are you sure you're okay? Luka asks as he inspects me with his gaze.

Fine. I step away from him and take in our surroundings once again. So, what is this place?

The Great Hall. We must check you in with our leader. I’m sure he’s already received word of your arrival.

Luka begins the trek up the stately stairs, I follow close behind. It seems the little spectacle with Luna had brought much attention to us as now every eye is turned our way. Ducking my head, I count the stairs as we go in an attempt to tune out the unwanted stares. The guards open the heavy red doors for us. As we step through the threshold the guards follow and close the doors behind us with an echoed slam. Startled I look behind us to see the guards dressed in red and blue uniforms ushering us forward.

Luka stops in front of me and bows his head. I look over his shoulder and see a regal man sitting on one of the biggest chairs I’d ever seen. The golden throne is covered in gems with giant wings sprouting from each side. The man cocks his head at me with an angry glare and stands.

I am Kasik, leader of Hollows Ground. His baritone voice carries throughout the opulent hall. Outsiders are not welcomed here.

Chapter 6

"I expected more from you. Kasik’s voice pierces the air. The law is clear. No outsiders unless permission is granted. You’ve broken this rule. And you will be punished." Kasik directs his threat to Luka as the guards crowd us further.

Kasik stands tall before us on a platform a few feet in the air. At first glance Hollows Grounds leader looks to be in his mid-fifties, but after closer inspection I feel he is much older than that. His long white hair is pulled back tight showing off his clean shaven and wrinkle free face. His bright green eyes shine with anger as he looks down at us. His hands placed firmly on his hips.

I didn't have any choice. She was in danger, Luka explains, his head still bowed.

Many are in danger, each and every day. We cannot save all. It’s not our place. Kasik walks toward us. As for you, He says as his head tilts my way. Where is your family?

A shiver runs up my spine as static pulls at my hair. I don’t know, sir. Which is mostly the truth.

Kasik stops directly in front of me. His eyes penetrate me as he evaluates me from head to toe. His gaze makes me feel uncomfortable, like he can see all. I feel your magic. Who has trained you? Kasik meets my eyes, a golden swirl wraps around his pupils.

No one. I mutter, breaking eye contact with him.

A pebble of truth. Kasik turns to Luka. Explain why her miniscule of magic was worth the agony of punishment?

I tremble with the impending threat. Luka has sacrificed greatly to bring me here.

She’s the one. The one we’ve been looking for. Luka lifts his head.

Kasik inhales deeply and once again regards me. Are you sure? His eyes narrow at me.

Yes. It’s how I found her. She was following a vision―

A vision? Tell me about this vision? Kasik asks me.

Umm, I clear my throat and close my eyes. The boy's death filters through my head and I gasp. A little boy. A tear runs down my cheek. I was too late. I shake my head. His death is still too new, as it continues to eat away at me.

A little boy? He what? Kasik persists.

He lived next door to me. I saw his death. I exhale loudly. I tried to stop it.

But you didn't? His face scrunches in disappointment.

I shake my head unable to find the words. Yes, I failed him and yes, he’s dead. I hang my head. Not the first time and most definitely not the last.

Precognition. She has the gift of second sight, Luka states.

It’s a curse, I whisper. Why have you been looking for me? I only bring death. It’s all I see, I spit out, ready to go home.

Not you in particular, but one with your gift. We’ve been searching for many years for one with the gift of second sight. Your magic will grow to be very powerful, with the right training. Kasik turns to Luka, Makes sense now, why her magic feels so weak. Her magic is untrained.

Why would you want someone like me? Everyone who gets close to me eventually dies.

The inhabitants of Hollows Ground or the Shades, have been in a war for centuries with the Wraiths. The Wraiths hold many magical powers. However, they seek to obtain those with mind powers, in order to use their abilities to control the world. Corporate take-overs, oil companies, stock markets-the list is endless.

Control the world? I couldn't help them―.

No. But you could help us and in turn they will want to keep you from us. Kasik turns from me and begins to pace. His long white hair is wound tightly in a braid that swings down his back as he walks.

Why? How would I be able to help you?

We need someone with precognition to foresee who will die and who won’t. One's visions would aid is sculpting our war strategies to avoid death of our elite soldiers. Kasik speaks from the other side of Luka. "This individual however, would need to have control of their visions. One who