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Tales of the Firewing: Guardians of Gaea (Book I)
Tales of the Firewing: Guardians of Gaea
Ezra Zydan
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Copyright 2015 Ezra Zydan
This is for that special someone that will forever have a place in my heart. Though our time as family in this lifetime was short, I know that you’re watching over us. Thank you for showing me the path.
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Acknowledgements
I would like to thank Jennifer Mason, Ryne Nichols, and Jacob Castillo for staying up late with me most nights while I worked my way through this story. You all kept me on the straight and narrow with this project from the very beginning and I don’t know if I would have gotten through it without you.
I’d also like to thank Tiffany Garay for being the model for the cover.
Prologue
Sunday morning, 16 September. It was the Autumnal Cycle in Histlane, Carnasis. The call came at 7 AM. Linx Spencer had just finished up an overnight shift at the Scowling Coyote bar, and was settling in for a good morning’s rest. It was the last thing he expected to hear after being away from home for so long. He groaned loudly, rubbing his eyes as he reached for his telephone. Who in the hell could be calling me at this hour? he thought as he pressed the phone to his ear.
“Yes, hello sir. May I speak to Mr. Linx Spencer?” a familiar voice on the line asked.
“Yes, this is he. May I ask who is calling?” Politeness. One of the few things his mother always taught him when he was younger was that kindness would serve a person better than rudeness. He kept that within himself for his entire life. No matter how rude someone was to him, he would always treat them with respect.
“This is Jack Rendon, Ms. Spencer's lawyer. I’m not sure if you remember me or not? It’s been quite a few years, you know.” You know that feeling of dread that creeps up on you when you know that there's going to be something terrible coming? That was just what Linx had begun to experience. He took a deep breath to brace himself, though his voice still shook a bit when he spoke.
“Y-yes, Mr. Rendon. How have you been?” Jack Rendon was the name of the lawyer that Linx’s mother had hired over twenty years ago. He’d been working in Indigo City for nearly forty years, and even though he was the eldest lawyer in the city, he was still one of the very best. Out of three hundred and ten cases he’d only ever lost three, and those were on the head of his clients. There was something about Jack that kept a person honest, no matter what the consequences of that honesty were.
“I'm fine, Mr. Spencer. Life has been good...” He paused a moment, the creaking of his chair and the shuffling of papers sounding over the phone. Linx thought that he heard the lawyer coughing beneath the sound of the shuffling paper. When he spoke again, his voice had become noticeably rough with emotion. “Linx, I have some... some terrible news.”
The chill of fear crept down Linx’s spine and caused him to shift uncomfortably in place. He sighed and took a seat down at his small kitchen table. He closed his eyes tight, hoping it wasn’t what he thought it would be. “Can we drop the formalities, Jack? You've known me since I was seven years old.”
The lawyer’s chuckle was deep and hearty. “Sure. Sure.” Linx could hear Jack shuffling his papers around again. It felt like he was trying to stall, and after a few moments more of silence, Linx was positive that was what he was doing.
“Jack…” Just before he lost his cool, he could hear Jack taking in a deep breath.
“Linx, it's about your mother.”
