Elementis 1: The Heir to the Stone by Jonathan Wedge Read Free Book Online Page A

Their weapons were invaluable, without them these beastly excuses for life would have ended the mission for Lucas and Reeka and sent what was left of them home in a tin can.
    Lucas saw the universal symbol for fifty-four, a pair of interlocking c's and he stopped to take in the war zone around him. Yellow, blue and red bloods flowed into a stream of green and brown blood across the floor. Laser blasts bounced off of every reinforced metal surface and prisoners and wardens dropped from the higher terraces, either dead or on their way. Menace saw a humanoid through the mayhem of blasts and punches. He was smaller than most of the beings attacking him but fending them off with confidence.
    "Jonas!" she called out.
    He looked around, startled to hear someone calling his name. Menace ran up to him, blasting her way across. "We're here for you… Jonas!?" she said, tapering into a question as a look of confusion fell across her face.
    Jonas took in her golden locks and blue eyes, "We're here? Do they all look like you?" he asked, imagining a race of symmetrically faced girls with glowing hair and enchanting eyes that had come to rescue him.
    Spectrum, Goldheart and Cortex caught up with Menace. They all stared at the boy, tilting their heads to take in what they saw.
    "That looks like a no!" Jonas said to Menace in disappointment.
    Cortex de-energized his swords, resting the blades across his shoulders, baffled at how the boy in front of him looked exactly like Prince Calyx, only without the birthmark. The four protectors couldn't take their eyes off him.
    "Okay—who's going to explain this one then?" Cortex said.
    Jonas smiled with a light huff. "Well don't all look at me!" he shrugged, bemused by the stares.
     
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    Entering the Valo star-system, the protectors flew Jonas home to present him to King Uly.
    Cortex hardly turned his face away from Jonas. He wasn't the only one, Menace sat next to him keeping an eye on the energy levels of the energy-cuffs strapped around his hands and legs. They didn't like this. Why had the king never mentioned this Jonas before? Who or what was he?
    Cortex's mask continued to face the boy, Jonas looked at the mask as if it was an inanimate ornament above a fireplace mantel and in no way a persons eyes. "It's obvious!" Cortex proclaimed as he stared on. "He's a clone! Created just in case—you know, in case the prince was ever killed or something!"
    Jonas didn't know what he was going on about or why they were so fascinated by him. He was just getting over how fortunate he was at being broken out of the highest security prison in existence. Sure, he was used to being alone but that came with a freedom in his life that he loved, but being inside that prison; it gave him a taste of too much loneliness; too much time to think about life. All he'd done since he arrived at Kroyto was look for a way out, and there wasn't even a sniff of one, not until these guys came along.
    Jonas thought about taking their ship but he was as unaware of their strengths as much as he was intrigued at what these people wanted with him and where they were taking him.
    "You realise the four of you wouldn't be enough to stop me taking this ship," Jonas advised, wanting to gauge the reactions of the crew.
    Spectrum already knew that if Jonas was intending to take the ship from them he wouldn't announce that he was capable of doing so. He didn't even look around to entertain Jonas's fruitless words. Cortex stiffened in the seat next to Jonas, "In those things, with no weapon?" he said, alarmed in case he'd meant it.
    Jonas smiled. He'd figured he'd get a reaction from the one with the swords on his back, "Cortex" it said across his green-trimmed chest. This one could hardly keep his mouth still and when it wasn't moving Jonas knew he was just bursting to say something irrelevant. The complete opposite to the leader of the four with "Spectrum" across the white chest plate of his armour-suit, who only spoke when there was