A Raven's Plight: The Immortals' War Trilogy, #1

By S.C.Kellogg

A thousand years of peace can make even the most attentive planet complacent. With majestic spiraling towers, and a city suspended from above, the danger of the Fremerian Forest feels far away from Skycity62. Nobody suspects that the true danger lurks closer to the heavens.

Ayla Warrender prefers to stay closer to the ground. A lifetime sneaking through the forest exposes its dangerous reputation to be a lie, so what else does the Hegemony hide from its citizens? As long as Ayla stays out of the spotlight, she hopes it won't matter. But far more lies hidden beneath the mysteries, things coming for her.

Coming for everyone.

 

A New Sci-Fi Fantasy with excitement, danger, and an unknown foe. What lies hidden beneath the veneer of perfection? Who is the real enemy? If you like Marissa Meyer's "Lunar Chronicles" or Cassandra Clare's "Shadowhunters Chronicles", you're sure to enjoy "A Raven's Plight"

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Goat Trail Publishing
• Release date: Aug 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223004974

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Chapter

One

LAST FIRST DAY

Filtered light shifted and danced on the floor as a cool breeze blew in through the window. The faint smell of decaying foliage and soil drifted in with the wind, mostly overpowered by wet asphalt. Nature must be protected from the destruction of civilization, was a commonly taught concept in school, but Ayla couldn’t suppress a smile at that thought. Hemmed in by nature, more likely. Just beyond her city street, tall looming trees and blackberry brambles pressed relentlessly against the fences that ran the perimeter of the forest border. Thorny vines pushed their way up through the cracks and crevices near the end of the street, leaving an impression that nature was the encroaching predator set on destroying the city.

Ayla pulled her attention away from the window and began critiquing her reflection in the floor-length mirror that hung from the back of her bedroom door. If she had the choice, she would look reflectively out the window all day to forestall the inevitable. It was the first day of her senior year of high school, and despite being pretty well experienced in ‘first days of school’, she still had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Each year she promised herself that she wouldn’t be nervous, but as she pulled on a navy blue ball cap and tried to tuck her pearly white hair beneath it, she couldn’t suppress a sigh. Even if she could hide her unusual hair color, her golden brown skin, vibrant green eyes, and willowy lean figure, she always seemed to draw attention. It wasn’t always negative, but it was still unwanted. You’re a good type of unique, her best friend had told her many times before. Own it.

Ayla sighed before tossing the cap onto her bed, At least most of my class is used to me by now, she mumbled, turning away to select a pair of gray cargo-pants, and an earthy green tank top. With a few quick snaps of her wrists, her hair was up in a high ponytail, followed by a fitted zip-up hoodie, and a pair of black tennis shoes. She would have preferred boots, but it was harder to sneak out while wearing such heavy shoes.

Her backpack was already prepped by the door, so she slipped it on and quietly turned the handle. To the best of her knowledge, her dad would still be asleep for another fifteen minutes before his alarm would sound. If she could make it out the front door without waking him, she would miss the drama of ‘My baby’s last-first-day-of school’. She tiptoed from her room, down the hall, descending fourteen stairs, across the kitchen, with a glance to either side, before finally, tiptoeing into the entryway. Her fingers just brushed against the brass handle, when the wood floor creaked behind her.

So close… she whispered, as she leaned her forehead against the doorframe.

Almost 18 years, and you didn’t think I would anticipate this? Her father, Tony, leaned against the archway between the kitchen and entryway, his arms crossed, with an eyebrow cocked upward skeptically.

Ayla threw her hands up, Ah, come on! She exclaimed as she turned to face him. Are you telling me that I sacrificed an hour of extra sleep for nothing?

Appears to be the case. He pulled out a compact square device called a holo-disk, and quickly snapped a picture. I love you, sweetie. Why wouldn’t I want to see you off on your last-first day of school? Besides, you and Gaige should be leaving together. There have been some odd things happening in the city lately, and a pretty young girl shouldn’t be traveling around by herself.

Breathe… A headache was beginning to creep into Ayla’s temples, and she felt her temper flaring in annoyance. She did not want to leave the house with a fight on her conscience. Seriously Dad, I’m not a little kid anymore. Her argument was weakened by the indecision in her voice. She had heard the news of strange sightings over the city. Odd things happened from time to time, but this seemed different. The news usually reported on a good rumor, but now they were silent.

Her father’s expression grew somber. Seriously honey, I don’t want you wandering around by yourself out there right now.

She rolled her eyes before reluctantly agreeing, Fine, fine, I will wait for Gaige. Is he up yet? As if in answer, heavy footfalls came from upstairs, along with the indistinct moan of someone not ready to be awake.

Her father grinned and swept her into a side hug. It looks like you’ll have time for breakfast before your big day! She groaned as he guided her back into the kitchen, sitting her down at the table, before bustling over to the counter to start throwing together ingredients. A special day calls for a special breakfast, so I’m making you my famous waffles, he said cheerfully.

Waffles? She perked up a bit at this and then squinted suspiciously. You only make those on Christmas morning. What makes today different? The sound of shuffling papers drew her eyes toward the now-lit dining room, where her Uncle Richard was already prepping for his and her father’s business trip that week. Of course… He must have been up working early, and alerted her father when she made for the exit. It was just the sort of ploy the two of them would concoct. Ayla was willing to bet that Richard was hiding behind the table when she glanced in earlier.

Her father paused for a moment with his back to Ayla and shrugged. It’s your last first day of school. Well, unless you go to college, that is.

She let her head sink to the table. Not this conversation again. Her head throbbed again, a tangible response to her emotions.

No, you’re right, he agreed, sounding almost timid. He turned to face her, the green backsplash on the kitchen wall highlighting the green in his eyes. He thumbed the handle on his empty mug nervously, momentarily forgetting the bowl and whisk behind him. There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. I figure you have a right to know before you return to school, especially since we leave for our work trip this morning, and won’t see you for a few days. You know... this is the last year that you’ll probably be at home with me before you go off to do your own thing. It will be a little lonely around here, and… He seemed to be struggling to say anymore when her tall, broad-shouldered uncle entered the kitchen.

What he’s meaning to say, Richard interrupted from the doorway, is that he’s been seeing a lady friend, and that lady happens to be your principal.

Ayla was suddenly standing, horror written across her face. Her father glared poisonously at his twin brother, and Richard chuckled to himself as he lumbered to the counter and filled his coffee mug from the mostly empty pot. What? You weren’t doing a very good job of it. He sipped his drink. Eck, this is cold. Must be from yesterday. Oh well. He shrugged and took another sip, a sly grin hidden beneath his cup as he watched his niece and brother.

My PRINCIPAL? The last first day of school might have officially become the last day of her life. Maybe her headache was bad enough to keep her home. She dismissed the idea as soon as she had it. A good friend had been away all summer, and whether or not she was willing to admit it out loud, she was very anxious to see him.

Honey, her father opened and closed his hands hesitantly. I just asked her to dinner a few times, and we discussed maybe having her over for a meal when I get back from my trip. I told her I would talk to you and… the words were spilling out of his mouth as if he expected to be cut off any moment, but Ayla just stood in dumb silence. This couldn’t be happening! She’d spent her entire life fighting to dodge the spotlight, not an easy thing to do given her unique appearance, and now her own dad was calling the fires of high school hell down upon her.

Drawn by all the noise, Gaige shambled into the kitchen, his short blonde hair a mess, his light blue eyes still clouded with sleep, and his broad shoulders slumped with fatigue. He was the spitting image of his father, her uncle, as he glanced from face to face, and then at the empty coffee pot on the counter. Sighing, he turned and returned up the stairs.

He’s dating our principal! Ayla shouted after him. A muffled response, something along the lines of ‘No coffee, no talking’ drifted down. This might just be the worst day of my life, she whimpered as she buried her face in her hands.

Now Ayla, you’re overreacting, her father chided, prepping some coffee grounds before returning to the waffle batter.

Before she could reply, Uncle Richard chipped in as he took a seat across from her. Think about it Ayla, your dad hasn’t seen anyone since Aria. He waited until you kids were nearly out of the house. Richard let the look of irritation from Ayla’s father roll off him as he raised a brow and shrugged.

"He could have waited until the end of the school year," she murmured under her voice.

A light knock came from the front door, and Ayla nearly tripped over her chair in her eagerness to answer it. Any excuse to get away from the utter betrayal.

Outside, her best friend Belle stood waiting, her face quirked in an expectant half-smile. Ayla didn’t know whether to feel relieved or groan. Belle would only have come down from the city this early for one reason: To police Ayla’s fashion. However, Ayla must have looked piteous indeed because Belle’s expression quickly changed to concern.

What’s going on? The other girl whispered to her.

Dad’s making waffles, Ayla murmured, unsure how to explain it.

Belle was clearly baffled but didn’t press for any more information. Instead, she pulled a box from her backpack and handed it to Ayla. A back-to-school gift. Maybe it will help with the… uh… waffle problem?

Thanks, Ayla replied in resignation. She stepped out of the way as Belle entered and shut the door, taking the lid off of the simple striped box. Within were a pair of brand-new black cargo pants with delicate rhinestones at the corner of each of the back pockets. Belle! Ayla exclaimed, Where did you find these?

Belle tried to suppress a smile while slipping off her jacket, revealing an airy blouse tucked beneath a tight checkered vest that emphasized her petite waist and mature figure. Go change, I want to see how they fit! She insisted.

For a few brief minutes, Ayla forgot about the debacle with her father as she changed. But even the delight of new clothes couldn’t subdue her increasingly potent headache. It didn’t improve when she returned to the kitchen.

The fresh aroma of spiced-cinnamon waffles, coffee, and cold orange juice seemed starkly contrasted by the various emotions floating around the table. Ayla was weighted down by a heavy despondency, her earlier joy at new pants tempered by Gaige’s disapproving appraisal. Those pants are too tight, he growled as she entered the kitchen.

They look great, Belle had assured her.

Ayla’s temples throbbed as the scent of waffles wound its way through her sinuses, exacerbating an already profound misery. Her dad stank of guilt, while Gaige seemed to be looking everywhere except Belle, who not-coincidentally, seemed very intent upon staring at Gaige. Richard had retreated to the corner between the kitchen counter and the stairs, nonchalantly reading something on his holo-chip while drinking his second cup of coffee, and occasionally grinning up at the spectacle.

You know, Ayla said after picking at her breakfast for a few tense minutes, I’m not really feeling that hungry anyway. I’m just going to head out. She stood to leave.

Belle stood beside her, grabbing two extra waffles, and waving to Ayla’s dad, Thanks for breakfast Mister T. It was great!

That girl eats more than Gaige, Richard murmured into his cup as she bounced from the room.

Gaige stared longingly at the plate still stacked high with waffles, before chugging the remainder of his orange juice and standing up. Hope it’s a good business trip for you two. See you next week. He clapped his father on the shoulder before following the girls.

Richard chuckled as he looked over to the other man. That could have gone worse, right?

Tony sighed irritably as he stood up and began to put dishes into the sink. Come on, let’s clean up. We need to leave in twenty minutes if we want to arrive at the convention on time. It’s nearly an eight-hour flight.

The cool rush of morning air quickly doused the lingering smell of breakfast as the trio pushed out into the street. Relieved to be free of her father’s constant scrutiny, Ayla glanced down the road to the left where it abruptly ended in the forest. A shabby fence was all that stood between the dead-end street, and hundreds, maybe thousands of miles of untamed wilderness.

The tall brick apartments on either side made the contrast all the more prominent. She turned away, following after Gaige as he made his way brusquely toward the city lift. It felt like walking into a giant birdcage.

Belle had followed Ayla’s gaze and sighed. There will still be weekend retreats to look forward to, she said encouragingly. Besides, Jacob will be able to come with us now. Her eyes glimmered knowingly as she said that last part.

Ayla glanced over at Belle, wondering what she was hinting at. They’d all missed Jacob that summer, and Ayla was no exception. Of course, with the way Belle had been making moves on Gaige, it wouldn’t be a surprise if Belle tried to orchestrate a similar relationship between her two other friends. She liked that kind of symmetry. Ayla motioned at the shining city before them and shook her head. But this is what I have to look forward to five days a week. An overglamourized prison.

Belle’s eyes sparkled as she stared up into the gleaming metropolis. Most people would call ‘this’ beautiful.

Above them sat the gleaming city, suspended from on high, with beautiful white spires, thousands of interlocking bridges, and hundreds of floors. Through each of the spires ran thick braided chords of gleaming metal, all the way up into space, where elevators facilitated the suspension of cities that stretched as far as a mile high, some places even higher. In any case, it creates a pretty small footprint, Bella pointed out. The old grounder cities couldn’t accomplish that.

I’m glad to live on the ground, Ayla replied. I would hate to live so high up that I’d have to worry about air pressure control and oxygen systems. She rubbed at her forehead envisioning what it would be like to wake up one day unable to breathe. Her hand came away slicked with sweat.

Most people don’t live that high up, and you know that. Jacob is the only person you know, and… are you okay? She paused beside Ayla, only just noticing the perspiration glistening on her friend’s face in the early morning coolness.

Belle… My dad has started dating our school principal, Ayla said flatly.

What?! Belle gasped.

Finally, Ayla thought. Someone who can appreciate the severity of this situation. Ayla nodded in validation as Belle launched a tirade against the injustices of adults who ruin the lives of their children. Gaige plodded on ahead of them, seemingly relieved to finally step into the gleaming metal elevator that would deliver them to school.

The cloud layers danced and shifted in the sky, caressing mile-tall buildings as they passed, leaving wet drops of dew running down the bright white surfaces. The central levels of the skycity sat squarely in a particularly moist patch of clouds, so it was no surprise that those loitering outside on the giant school balcony were soaking wet. Most of the students rushed inside as they arrived, either via Hoverbus, car, elevator, or one of the adjoining sky bridges. However, one young man, in particular, waited outside near the Northbridge.

He paced anxiously as he spoke on his holo-disk, working hard to conceal his irritation. Father, summer is over, he stressed. I have school until 3 pm, and homework after that. I can’t make it to the meeting tomorrow, and besides, he took a deep breath, trying not to let his anger through. I missed my friends.

Jacob had been away most of the summer on business with his father, while his friends remained behind. He’d been allowed to remain home during previous summers, but after turning 18, it was time to begin more rigorous training in the family business. There had been more than a few sunny afternoons where Jacob had stared out at the beautiful blue sky and thought enviously of his friends. Memories of those warm clear days made him bitter at his circumstances, a bitterness for which he was constantly chided.

You want for nothing, his father reminded him. And yet you look longingly down upon those who have less. I would encourage you to embrace your position, it awards you many luxuries. Your ‘friends’ are inconsequential to your future.

I still have school to finish, Jacob retorted, not hiding his irritation this time. Class is about to start. He clicked his holo-disk shut and shoved it into his pocket, his fingers momentarily brushing against a small box. A flush of nervous anxiety washed through him.

The truth was, those who had little riches in material wealth seemed all the wealthier in character. Those summers he’d spent outside with his friends were filled with the magic of childhood, a real childhood, and as he grew older, he realized how poorly society had prioritized the value of wealth over things that actually mattered.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he stared down the Northbridge and saw three approaching figures. One was obviously Gaige, his tall stature, broad shoulders, and shining golden hair immediately evident. Beside him walked Belle, her skin-tight clothes outlining her prominent, and unquestionably alluring figure. But it was the girl who walked beside Belle that drew Jacob’s full attention. Tall and lean, her white hair was almost incandescent as the light reflected off of the clouds, her green eyes shone brightly against her dark skin, and a pleasant expression crossed her face as she spotted him. His hand tightened reflexively on the small box in his pocket as a mix of emotions swirled in his chest. There’s a whole school year for her to decide.

Gaige was the first to greet him with a firm handshake that moved into a bone-crushing hug. Good to see you, brother, He said happily. It’s been a lonely summer without another man around. I’ve heard enough talk of hair and nails to last me a lifetime.

Jacob gave a short bark of laughter as he pulled away. Sounds like they kept you out of trouble!

Belle was the next one to greet him, jumping up to wrap her arms around his shoulders. What are you doing waiting for us in the mist, you crazy boy? You could have stood inside the Northbridge and stayed dry! She exclaimed.

He patted her back for a moment, before working to pry her off. Like you have room to judge, he replied as she continued to crush the air from him. You’re still dressed for the grounder summer.

With a gasp, Belle pulled back in mock surprise. You know nothing of fashion, Mr. Mason. This outfit is completely in vogue for the autumn season!

He wrinkled his nose at being addressed by his surname, something that he’d grown used to during summer, but was glad to be away from. In vogue or not, it’s not practical.

"I won’t let your fashion naivety influence my brilliance. Besides, school is inside. Speaking of which, it’s cold, come on!" She tugged at Gaige’s arm and pulled him toward the entrance, glancing back only for a moment with a wry grin on her face.

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Ayla watched in dismay as Belle practically carried Gaige away, an obvious move to leave her alone with Jacob. Did she expect them to come sprinting inside behind them, or was this some specially orchestrated plan of hers? Belle had a tendency to weave webs to capture her prey, but this… Ayla looked away from her friend’s bobbing curls and met Jacob’s steel-gray gaze. It had only been three months since they’d said goodbye, but the time had changed him.

The softness of boyhood that had lined his face before leaving was gone, replaced by a maturity that bordered on manhood. His shoulders seemed broader, and he had even grown several inches. His hair was cut so that it was short and uniform, but the front was gelled into spikes, likely a sort of rebellion aimed at his father. Even with a friendship that stretched back to grade school, the change in his features made Ayla feel like she was seeing him for the first time.

She opened her mouth to speak but hesitated as her chest tightened at the idea of embracing him. What if more had changed than just Jacob’s appearance?

You look good, Jacob said, seeming to realize she was frozen in indecision.

Ha, thanks, so do you! I mean, not that you don’t usually, but today... The words poured out of her mouth before she even had time to internalize them, and Ayla felt her cheeks flush. I just mean it’s good to see you. She sighed, ready to cut her losses and head home. Maybe he would forget the awkward interaction by the following morning.

Instead, she felt warm arms encircle her. I missed you, too.

The sterile air of the Northbridge was replaced by the aroma of fresh blackberry blossoms and crushed pine needles, and suddenly it seemed like the summer Jacob had missed was standing right there with him. Somewhere inside, he realized that if he didn’t let go soon, he would officially be crossing some unseen line for how long those in platonic relationships were allowed to hug, but after a summer of frigid interactions, she felt like the sun. In fact, she felt a little too much like the sun.

Jacob let go and stepped back, rubbing his hands together anxiously, and trying to find a natural train of conversation. Clearly ‘you have a fever and probably should go home’ was not the opener he was looking for. Ayla had been getting headaches since he could remember, and she hated it when others noticed. Fevers weren’t frequent with her episodes, but they did happen if it was a bad one. Yet here she stood before him, her eyes as bright as spring’s new growth, her cheeks the soft pink of cherry blossoms, and her lips… he pulled his eyes away from her lips and focused back on her eyes. How are you? He regretted the words almost as soon as they were out of his mouth. They had years of memories to fall back on, and he was resorting to small talk when clearly she wasn’t feeling well. For some reason, seeing her after being away for three months made his heart pound, and appeared to dull his mental capacity.

I’m sad to be back in school, but I’m happy to have you back home, she replied, relieving some of the nervous tension that was building.

Jacob let out a breath. Summer was mostly sitting in meetings, and wishing I was back home. Father wanted me to witness the industry at work, so that way when I head off to college, I know which subjects to pay special attention to. He ran a hand absentmindedly through his hair, crushing some of the rigidity from his gel.I’m glad there’s a whole school year to make some mischief before going away. He moved to step beside her as they began walking toward the entrance, nudging at her playfully. Ayla’s smile warmed him, but he sensed unease between the tension of her brows. The headaches… he wondered.

From up ahead, they could hear the voice of one of the school administrators drifting out of the front doors of the school. She was calling for Belle. Jacob heard Ayla stifle a laugh. Not even inside for two whole minutes, and she’s already getting detention, Jacob guessed.

No, Ayla said. She’s got a planning period with Miss Baker this year. She’s just getting settled for the morning.

A glance at his holo-disk, and Jacob realized they were only a few minutes out from the first bell. He wasn’t ready to part ways yet, especially since he shared no classes with Ayla. But he had to see her. Hey, he said softly before entering the building. Would you be able to hang out after school today? Maybe take a walk in the woods, for old times’ sake? His heart thundered in his ears at his own boldness.

Yeah, Ayla replied with a nod. I think I’d like that. Come on now, we don’t want to be late.

Jacob felt simultaneously elated and frustrated. It would be the longest day of school ever.

Chapter

Two

Gaige harrumphed as he paced out front of the big white building. The morning clouds had burned off, and despite the rainy start to the day, the sky was clear and blue as kids rushed out of the school like prisoners fleeing from their cells. The morning had felt painfully long, especially with the meticulous amount of work he had to go through to see anyone he actually cared about. Except for Belle. He’d been doing his best to avoid her, which had been particularly tricky given how hard she was trying to find him. Jacob’s summer away had forced him to spend more time with the girls, and it had messed with his head big time.

The thought of Belle prompted him to run his fingers through his hair and shake his head, almost like he was trying to wrestle the very thought of her away. Ever since high school, his cousin’s annoying little friend had become an annoyingly appealing woman. She knew it too and used that knowledge to its full potential. Locker room chatter that morning seemed highly fixated on Belle, and despite himself, Gaige felt like throwing more than a few of the other boys into lockers. She shouldn’t have worn that outfit, he thought angrily to himself. She’s baiting every fool that lays eyes on her. Reluctantly, he admitted that even if she wore rags, she’d likely get attention. But she didn’t have to revel in it. If only she could be a little more subdued...

For a moment, his thoughts shifted to his cousin. Ayla was far more oblivious to the attention she garnered, and those who talked about girls in the locker room were also more reluctant to talk about her in front of Gaige. Smart. An incident from several years earlier made it clear where he stood on peers seeking any sort of relationship with her.

He dry-washed his hands impatiently and looked toward the school’s broad double doors. Earlier that day he’d talked with Ayla about Jacob coming over after school, and maybe the three (four if Belle decided to tag along) of them going out to the safehouse. It wasn’t typically something they did during the week, but he could understand Jacob’s eagerness to get away from the city and decompress. Of course, there were risks each time they visited, and the larger the group, the more dangerous it could be. It was easy to forget the danger since they’d been getting away with it his entire life. Afterall, no one was truly ‘stupid’ enough (according to the government) to go outside the city, so why waste funds on heavier patrols?

Finally, Belle and Ayla emerged from the school, their heads together. He had no doubt that they were gossiping about one thing or another that had happened that day. Luckily, no one had caught wind of his Uncle Tony’s relationship with the school principal. He couldn’t help but notice Ayla’s cheeks appeared flushed, no doubt the fever was still lingering. Concern flickered at the edge of his consciousness. She’d been prone to headaches and fevers her entire life, but lately, they’d been getting worse. He was certain other instances went unnoticed as well, but Tony balked at the idea of taking her to be seen. It was as if he was afraid of what they might find.

When Gaige broached the subject with his uncle, the older man was oddly tight-lipped, as if there was something about the situation that he was hiding. Apparently, Ayla had never been seen by a doctor about anything. It’s not something they can help her with, Gaige, He had told him on numerous occasions. I know what’s best for her, and that was the end of it.

The two girls approached him, and he gave a cursory nod to his cousin before his eyes were drawn to Belle. He wasn’t sure when he’d fallen in love with her, and if he was being honest with himself, he definitely resented how much pleasure she took in it. They’d never had a conversation about it, but he was certain she knew how he felt. I assume you got the attention you were hoping for today, he remarked.

Belle shrugged. I was a little disappointed, but the day isn’t over yet. She turned her head ever so slightly so Ayla couldn’t see her eyes, and winked. His cheeks darkened to red, but Jacob’s timely arrival saved him from having to come up with some sort of response.

So, what’s the plan? Jacob asked while adjusting his backpack and glancing toward Ayla.

Gaige frowned for a moment as he looked between the other boy and his cousin, before replying. Head back on the Northbridge, check in at the house, and then head out. Any curfews tonight?

No, but I imagine we want to be back by sundown, Jacob replied as he glanced at his holo-disk.

No problems there, Ayla piped in. Summer hasn’t gotten the memo that school started today, so it should set late enough for some fun. She looked to Belle. You in?

I wish I could, Belle replied. But I promised my mother I would help cook with her tonight. She has a special dinner all planned out for me. You know how she is, any excuse to celebrate. Guess that’s a perk of being the only girl of five kids. There was some bitterness to her words that had nothing to do with spending time with her mom. In fact, Belle’s family dynamic was one of the most enviable, love-filled households Gaige had ever seen, but the government had spent years, and millions of dollars on campaigns to demonize large families. If parents had more than two children, they were seen as selfish, burdening society with more mouths than it could afford to feed, and splitting their time between too many children to raise quality humans. The irony was that all the children in the Snow family were the sweetest, kindest, most thoughtful people Gaige knew, until bullies started badgering them. Then the Snow Kids grew tough, resilient, and in Belle’s case, she used her beauty like armor.

No worries Belle, Gaige said, feeling suddenly tender. Say hi to Mrs. Snow for us, and send her our love.

She smiled a special smile before the facade returned, and he felt an odd sense of exhilaration. Well then, we can at least walk most of the Northbridge together before we split ways. She looped her arm through Ayla’s, and the two girls led the way while the boys picked up the rear.

After bidding Belle farewell, Gaige and the others stood inside the Warrender home, pulling holo-discs from their pockets and placing them on the entryway table by the door, along with their backpacks. Anything that had wireless connectivity was left behind as it was seen as trackable, and where they were about to go was technically forbidden.

Alright, that everything? Gaige asked, double-checking his own pockets as he glanced back toward the kitchen. His stomach rumbled hungrily, but he shrugged it off. The good snacks were kept at the safehouse anyway.

Jacob nodded, a growing edge of confidence in his voice. Yeah. Are the cupboards out there stocked?

Gaige stifled laughter as he and the other boy shuffled out to meet Ayla, who was already loitering on the sidewalk. She zoned out as she glanced down the street, a sheen of sweat across her head, despite the shade of the looming city. Are you sure you’re up to this, cuz? He asked while locking the door behind him. I’ve seen you look better.

You’ve also seen me look a lot worse, she said defensively, standing up straighter and wiping a hand across her brow. She hated it when anyone commented on her condition. Besides, our dads keep all the good snacks out there, and I’m starving. Without another word, she turned and began to walk down the street away from the forest. The two boys caught up, matching her pace on either side. They chatted softly, and everyone’s attention heightened as they searched for any potential witnesses. It was unlikely anyone would take notice regardless. Most grounders chose to reside on the south side of the city, which bordered open memeadowlandsThis close to the forest, many of the buildings were simply empty.

Two blocks down they abruptly turned to the left.

The street on which they stood was very much like Gaige’s home street. On both sides stood opposing brick buildings that would make suitable residencies. However, unlike his own street, these buildings, which only rose two or three stories, were abandoned. Nobody had been inside them for years since the exodus to the skies, and judging by the boarded-up doors and windows, no one had even tried. Too many ghosts, maybe. Streets like this weren’t uncommon, especially so near to the city’s northern boundary. The chain-link fence at the end of the street held barely-contained blackberry bushes at bay, not to mention stories of monsters, beasts, and people gone missing.

The forest was the reason that people had started building their cities up instead of out. The animals that roamed beneath the protection of the trees were so aggressive and clever, that any attempts to encroach upon their territory had resulted in multiple fatalities. History lessons dictated that during the Great War a thousand years prior, humanity had nearly destroyed all the natural forests, and the animals that survived were only the strongest and the smartest. During the resurgence, scientists captured and enhanced some of those animals in an attempt to help them survive the period between the end of the war, and the recovery of the planet’s natural vegetation. There were other, more insidious theories as to why they’d tampered with animal DNA, but that wasn’t what was put on the official record.

Hunting prohibitions had been put into place after the War, and breeding programs proved to be so successful that when environmentalists tried to get population control in place, it was too late. The trees had grown back and become too inhospitable to inhabit, and with the weapons prohibition, humans had nothing with which to defend themselves when trying to build new homes. In their desperation, The government sought assistance from the high-hegemonic leader, and they were granted a blueprint for a new type of city that would facilitate not only growth, but harmony with the surroundings. The one pinnacle rule that was to be followed was simple: No one was to enter the forest under any circumstances. Laws were imposed, penalties were placed, and society continued forward peaceably. Most cities just moved, rebuilding away from vegetation, opting for wide-open fields, serene lakes, even endeavoring for beachfront destinations. Skycity 62 was unique in that it didn’t relocate, although most of the people didn’t risk getting closer than they had to.

Gaige searched the sky above and checked his watch. 4:25 pm and… There they go. A patrol ship hovered a short way off over the trees. It was likely that the ship was on autopilot while the operator ate cheese puffs and watched movies… at least Gaige thought it likely. If they were really searching, then they should have noticed something during the last 18 years or so. Evidently, they believed no one was actually crazy enough to go into the forest. Once the ship was out of sight, he motioned the others on.

They walked in the shadow of the west-most building, moving quickly toward the fence, and a single abandoned dumpster pushed up against the edge of it. Upon arriving beside it, Gaige pulled it slightly away, the wheels squealing in protest. Need to oil those again, he murmured. Behind the dumpster, the chain-link fence, though in pristine condition, wasn’t secured to the building. With no effort, the three of them slipped through, and the natural tension of the fence caused it to snap back down against the edge of the building, leaving no sign of their passage.

A pathway ran along the edge of the wall for several feet, before turning abruptly into a crush of sticker bushes. The trail was well concealed from all directions, the trees above hiding it from patrols, the blackberry bushes, ferns, and other undergrowth crowding in on all sides. Nonetheless, the actual footpath was well-worn from years of use by the Warrender family and easy to follow.

Deeper into the woods they hiked, and perhaps a quarter mile outside of the city, they permitted themselves hushed conversation. Man I’ve missed this place, Jacob said with a sigh of relief. Business trips and meetings feel so confining.

Do you have to work for your father once you graduate college? Ayla asked, appearing somewhat recovered as they put distance between themselves and the city.

I guess I don’t really know. I’ve never been given any other options. I mean, it would be a decent income.

Gaige snorted from behind. A ‘decent’ income? Your dad is easily amongst the top ten richest men in the world, and that’s the word you’re choosing to describe your potential income? He tried to imagine what he would do with so much expendable money but dismissed the ideas as quickly as they came up. Other boys at school talked longingly about having the toys and gadgets money could buy, but Jacob (who had everything) talked longingly about things that could not be bought. Maybe there was a reason.

Jacob shrugged from ahead. So it would be a lot of money. What use is money if you’re not happy?

Gaige began listing things on his fingers, Food, housing, transportation, vacations… Ooph! Ayla stopped to punch him in the shoulder.

Don’t be an idiot, she hissed.

He mimicked her mockingly, pretending to break his hand on her shoulder as he gently ‘punched’ her. Your muscles are so strong, Gaige, he said in a sing-songy voice. My poor petite lady hands-- oomph! She punched him again, much harder this time, and he couldn’t help but rub the charlie horse that had developed on his bicep. Ayla did nothing to hide her grin.

Look, the point I’m trying to make is that having a guaranteed good job is not a bad thing. Happiness isn’t really something you find, it’s something you make. He shrugged as he continued, aware of a meaningful look that passed from Jacob to Ayla.

This summer seems to have brought a few things to the surface for him, he mused to himself. He’d always been defensive of Ayla when it came to boys, but he wasn’t sure how he would feel if it were Jacob, who was a close friend of the family. If things were to go south in a relationship, it would hurt more than just the two of them. Ayla was old enough to make her own decisions. He’d just never seen her requite any amorous interests before. It was… weird.

Another three-quarters of a mile in, the three teens came to a well-concealed clearing near the forest floor. From above, it would look like any other stretch of tree-filled forest, but from below, a magnificent tree-house stood suspended above the ground. It hung across an expanse of at least a dozen trees, and probably offered at least 1,000 square feet of living space. The home was made of salvaged wood and blended well with the trees in which it sat. The rooftop had been covered in moss to facilitate the growth of ferns and other woodland plants.

During the summer and weekends, it was their oasis. At one point, it had been meant to be their permanent home, far enough from the city that no patrols would dare come out to it on foot, and close enough to supplies so that their families wouldn’t be 100% dependent upon hunting and gathering. Ayla’s mother, who passed away shortly after giving birth, had been adamant that they remain under the protection of the trees. Tony invited Gaige and his father to come live with him soon after her death, but it didn’t take long before he grew complacent. Aria, Gaige’s aunt, had been afraid of something from her past, unwavering in the belief that she needed to hide, and that they keep their daughter hidden as well. With her passing though, and especially the challenge of raising and providing for two children, both Tony and Gaige’s father agreed it would be easier to move into the city. They would stay close to the ‘safety’ of the forest, but this way, they could send their children to school, and easily commute to job sites. With Gaige’s mom also out of the picture (she left when he was still little), homeschooling was out of the question, and Aria’s dreams and desires for her daughter were simply unrealistic. There was something more Tony wasn’t telling them, something that upset him anytime he was pressed for more answers.

The past is past, he would say, and that always ended the conversation.

That being said, one thing was immediately obvious, given their living situation: The forests weren’t dangerous at all, and the government was lying. Granted, the government lied about a lot of things, but this one was the one that made the least sense. There was a lot of potential profit to be made from the surrounding forests, be it land, lumber, fishing, hunting, you name it. Gaige was even willing to bet that the mountain to the North, which he’d been informed was littered with caves, had some sort of valuable mineral.

Ayla skipped forward to a trunk beneath the center of the treehouse and unhooked the rope ladder that had been set on a small platform about six feet off the ground. She deftly climbed it, pushing open a latch at the top, disappearing through the entrance. Jacob followed, and Gaige pulled up the rope behind him as he entered.

The interior of the house smelled of magnified pine, many of the logs having wept aromatic sap. Aside from the trunks used as support beams, the kitchen and living room were very open, giving the house a relatively spacious feel. Off to the back, there were two small bedrooms and a bathroom. Since the home was off the grid, it had neither electricity nor plumbing, so a lot more work went into keeping things clean and warm.

Jacob walked into the living room and collapsed on the deer-hide couch that Tony had made nearly ten years prior. He let out a long sigh and closed his eyes, and Gaige got the sense that his friend was trying to relax away a summer of tension in one afternoon. Have you ever wondered what they would do if you didn’t go back? He asked. Ayla had wandered into one of the back rooms out of earshot, so it was just the two boys.

What who would do? Gaige replied, shuffling to the kitchen.

Everyone. Like, do you think if your dad and uncle were in on it, and the four of you just vanished, would anyone come looking for you?

Uh, you? Gaige replied as he rummaged through the cupboard for snacks, snagging a few granola bars and meat sticks. He tossed one to Jacob and sat in the armchair across from him. All our friends, the school, I suppose the police would be called eventually. Why?

This summer was supposed to be all about learning the business, but the only thing I really learned was that if I disappeared, someone else would be there to take my place. Jacob sat up and bit into his meat stick. Everyone in the sky-anchor industry wants to be on top, and if that means eliminating the competition, well… You know, it might sound crazy, but since my mom died, it almost seems like my dad is a completely different person.

Gaige blinked at the sudden subject change, before nodding and trying to process his response. What would Dad say? This was a heavy conversation topic, and he felt ill-equipped to talk about it. I think it’s common for people to change after the loss of a loved one, he said carefully, weighing Jacob’s expression from the corner of his eye.

This is different. He looked up, his steel gray eyes drawing Gaige’s full attention. I expected him to change, but there were times it seemed like he didn’t even know who I was. It’s almost like he had to relearn how to be… I don’t know, human. Anyway, I don’t think I want to do it. I know it sounds stupid, but what use is a prolific job if I’m always miserable?

What do you think you’d rather do?

Jacob’s eyes flicked quickly down the hall and back. Get an honest job where I get to be home more often, you know, have a family.

Ayla returned from the back room wearing a pair of loose-fitting green cargo pants, and a fitted long sleeve black top.You two enjoying some man-talk? She asked as she rifled through the snack cupboard. Before anyone had a chance to respond, she continued. We have a few hours left of daylight, and I thought it would be fun to go catch us some dinner down at the pond. There is some wood stocked down there that should be bone dry, but the next patrol isn’t until 7:00 anyway. You guys in?

The two boys both hopped up and went to grab some of the poles hanging on the wall by the hatch. The next several hours were spent in much the same way that Gaige had spent the preceding summer days. The three friends laughed and joked as they caught hardly anything, ate summer-ripe blackberries, and let the worries of the world melt away. The sun’s warmth was tempered by the shade of the trees, and as the evening wore on, a sleepy sense of safety settled in over the teens.

The waning sun was throwing pastel pink and orange across the white fluffy clouds when Jacob sighed, casting another stone across the still surface of the water. I should be getting back soon. My dad is probably already going to give me an earful for not checking in.

Gaige let out a heavy breath as he stood up and brushed his legs off, looking over to where Ayla leaned against a tree. She was