Blue at Midnight by S D Wile, D R Kaulder Read Free Book Online

saint. Whereas Macy was more like a crazy aunty who’d always ask
if your studies and love life were OK.   Listening to these two was like listening to your mum and her friends on
a Sunday afternoon with a cup of tea and ginger biscuits.
    “Hello dear,”
greeted Macy.
    “We were
wondering where you’d gone,” smiled Linda.
    “I know… You’ve
found yourself a boyfriend haven’t you?” Macy winked with a grin. I laughed at
the thought of it. They hadn’t heard the rumours and I was glad!
    “I’m afraid
there’s no boyfriend. I’ve just had a lot going on, but I’m back now,” I
smiled.
    “You’ve come to
co...” Linda was about to finish her sentence when her eyes suddenly drifted
over my right shoulder, with her jaw dropping to the floor. As soon as I went
to turn my head, a box with the words ‘Fragile’ stamped across it had been
literally shoved in my face onto the desk.  
    “Sorry ladies,
I’ve been asked to deliver this.” Shockingly, this familiar voice kept on
charming Linda and Macy without a care in the world. How rude! I thought. My
temperature was rapidly reaching boiling point as I stood there staring hard at
this dark haired, leather-jacket-wearing stranger. His confident way with the
ladies was not going to work on me, so I stared rather rudely. Oh my goodness.
This was the guy who dragged me out of that fight with Jenny! Look at him,
continuing like nothing happened. First he interfered with one of my personal
matters and then he interrupts my conversation. If looks could kill he would
have been packed in the box he was delivering.
    “Just before you
leave young man, would you like to give us your name? For our records,” asked
Macy.
    “Sure darling,
Christian Reedman,” he responded, holding back the old habit of saying his real
name.
    Macy gently took
the parcel as he turned towards me, staring with his ocean-blue eyes. At that
moment every frustrated idea just stopped, froze. I felt numb. His face, the
way he stood and that expression. It was ever so familiar...

Chapter
11

 
    Cale had been working on the Room of Rituals for almost a day, without
the help of Christian. He knew something odd was going on with Christian as he
had never seen him so distant when they had been working together. He’d barely
engaged in any conversation. It wasn’t natural for their kind to be so
distracted from their duties. The Rourkes were taught to stay focused, not to
get distracted like Echra, who was banished underwater forever for loving the
sun too much. It was during her resurrection in the sea that she was reborn as
Morbidma.  
    However, if this
had never happened the Children of Orsa would never have been born. It was
Echra’s choices that they learnt from, inscribed in the Book of Orsa by the
elders. This ancient text has always guided them, referring to all the
teachings by number. What Cale didn’t understand was why Christian would take
such a risk in being so obvious about his unnatural state of mind. He was
rebelling. Cale knew this was why he wasn’t with him right now following
through Sebastian’s orders. Christian was Sebastian’s favourite, the best
soldier of Orsa he’d say, yet it was ironic that he seemed to be on the path
against Orsa. The thought of the consequences almost sickened Cale and he knew
that he must find him to make things right.  
    Night time was
the least likely time to be seen by an elder therefore he decided to search for
him then.
    During the night the elders became one with Orsa and channelled their
minds with the leadership of Morbidma. As one, they were able to communicate to
Orsa who showed them how their world began from the life of Echra till
now.  
    As Orsa had
developed over thousands of years the elders spent half of their lifetime
receiving the memories of Morbidma who alone had access to the history of the
world. When they eventually reach the present day’s events they will become
enlightened and be able to channel the powers of