Age of Mystics (Saga of Mystics Book 1) by Chris Walters Read Free Book Online Page A

deepening darkness to see if he had perhaps gone insane. “Dad, the pool house is just up here. The neighborhood rec area.” His dad nodded and they picked up the pace, finding their way in the darkness to the pool house of the neighborhood homeowner’s association. As they approached, they found the place unlocked. It was fortuitous, and unusual. The best bet was that someone must have left it when the power went out. The six of them filed in, wet to the bone and cold, even in the warm afternoon. They searched through the small building, finding no other occupants.
    The night continued to be warm and their clothes mostly dried out quickly. None of them were prepared for the walk and everyone except the two recent soldiers did not have the stamina yet for the excessive trek. The result was that the group was exhausted and most of them fell right to sleep. Having done their very best to lock up the pool house, they had some semblance of security, but there were no guarantees. Kyle had the impression that his father was sleeping lightly, ready to jump up if the situation called for it. Luckily, it did not. They all got a great night’s sleep, or as great a sleep as one can have with no blankets or pillows, on a hard rec room floor, with the sound of torrents of rain beating down on the roof of the building.
     

CHAPTER 12
    Jenny looked up and down the road. It was absolutely pouring down rain. She didn’t know if she had ever seen it rain like this in Colorado Springs. Can things get any weirder? She thought to herself. She peered across the street at the martial arts studio. There had been a steady stream of the studio’s students coming and going all day. Now that the heavy rain was coming down, they all huddled inside the door and looked outside, much as she was doing now. It was so dark, and the rain so thick, that she only could see them when they moved.
    She hadn’t eaten much for most of the day, so Jenny was beginning to feel the pangs of hunger and occasionally her stomach let her know it was empty rather audibly. Having finished the lunch she brought with her, which wasn’t much, Jenny was now out of food. The only way Jenny knew to calm her physical discomfort was yoga or simple meditation. She decided to do a mixture of both.
    As she settled into the lotus position, Jenny concentrated on her breath, making it slow and steady. She was very intentional with her intake and the expressing of her breath. She focused on the pit of her stomach, centering all thought, and the strangest thing happened. In her mind, she saw a small light in the area she was focusing on. As she concentrated, it grew in both brightness and size. She continued until the light settled into place, a perfect view of chakras, just as she had seen in every book she had read on the subject. She felt a low throbbing of heat emanating from her entire body and then could see in her mind, this heat turn to a bright golden aura. Knowing what she had seen before, she opened her eyes and looked around. She could still see her aura, but nothing else, then she realized it was because she could see no people.
    Jenny rose from her pose and walked to the window. Peering between the blinds, she looked up and down the street. Through the rain and the dark, she could see colors and shapes. She looked to the door of the martial arts studio. There, in the doorway and in the windows, she saw many brown shapes of various shades. But, there was something in the midst of the group that greatly concerned her. There was a black figure, darker than even this awful night’s darkness. It was like a void; it was so dark. It was surrounded by and outline of silver and red. She could see the brown shapes go to it, and go away. She looked away from the window, somewhat concerned that anyone else could see her aura. Turning her gaze inward, to look at her own aura, it was a mixture of bright gold and violet. She didn’t know what the colors meant, but she knew they meant