Authors: Natalie Herzer
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Natalie Herzer
“Ivory Guard”
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Natalie Herzer
Copyright © 2014 by Natalie Herzer
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This is a work of fiction.
Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of my imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to business establishments, or actual persons, living or dead or even undead, is entirely coincidental.
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My thanks go out to the usual suspects:
My family for being family, which basically means thanks for being there when it counts.
Fellow indie author
and friend Leanne Crabtree, I love throwing ideas around with you and enjoy talking books and characters and everything we both love.
Last but not least a big thanks to my b
eta readers and to all the book bloggers out there who spread the word and help us authors in so many ways. A special thanks goes out to Jonel, Amy, Laurie and Beth…who have given me such a warm welcome into their universe, I’ll never forget it.
And of course, you
, the reader. I really hope you will enjoy this one.
Music is always a source of inspiration for me, but I also like to simply listen to it while writing…a beautiful background noise that trickles by. However, while working on
Ivory Guard
there were a few songs that just sneaked in. Songs that gave that extra spark of life to a scene running through my mind and into my eagerly awaiting fingertips in a way only music can.
Here is a list of some of them (in no particular order):
“Wheel in the Sky” by Journey
“Port Coton” by ZAZ
“Stay” by Hurts
“Wish you were here” by Pink Floyd
“Los
e it” by Austra
“Catalyst” by Kayla La Grange
“Iris” by Goo Goo Dolls
“Go your own Way” by Fleetwood Mac
“Trophy” by Bat For Lashes
“Days like this” by Kim Taylor
“Breathe again” by Sara Bareilles
“I follow rivers” by
Lykke Li
“Simple Man” by
Lynyrd Skynyrd
“
Zurück zu dir” by Söhne Mannheims
“Wildest Moments” by Jessie Ware
She was being followed again.
Lillian could feel eyes watching her every move as she closed the book, got up and walked over to the shelf she had taken it out of. A quick glance from behind the shelves and through the big windows of the library confirmed her suspicions. There he was, standing in the shadows of a group of trees to the right of the parking lot.
Only the hint of a silhouette, s
he couldn’t really see him but rather sensed his presence. It was hard to describe, like having your eyes closed and yet feeling the warmth of sunlight dancing on your skin. The last three days he had never been far away, which should have freaked her out but she was annoyed as hell instead since she had never managed to confront him. Or even really get a good look at him. She didn’t feel threatened by the guy - there was nothing malevolent about his presence - but being sensible she still carried her pepper spray with her, just in case.
“Lillian, it’s time.” Mrs
. Blackwell announced, coming around from behind her counter.
“Coming.”
Strolling back towards the table where she had left her stuff, Lillian grabbed her light jacket and the backpack that was filled with as many books as she managed to stuff into, before joining Mrs. Blackwell. It was Friday and time for the Blackwells’ afternoon bridge game, so the library closed earlier. After fumbling for her car keys and wishing the librarian a nice weekend, Lillian slipped out the door and went to her car only a couple of steps away. She looked around, even though she knew that it was useless. He was already gone.
Blowing
a strand of her dark hair out of her face, she threw her backpack onto the passenger seat, got in and drove home. Judging by the empty driveway her father was obviously still at work, which was actually fine with her since Lillian had hoped to spend some time with her mother anyway. She knew that her mother was a little sad what with her leaving for college in less than two months now. Lillian on the other hand was thrilled. She didn’t really know what to do with her life just yet, but loved the possibilities that college represented.
While she walked up to the house and opened the door she thought that maybe the two of them could watch a movie before preparing dinner together. Cooking had always been their
thing, ever since Lillian had been a child and had wanted to know how her mother got the chocolate filling into her favorite cookies. As she had grown it had become their ritual, a time to relax or to talk about everything without judgment, only advice if it was necessary.
But w
hen Lillian stepped into the living room all thoughts of mother-daughter time fled her mind and she just stared. Not knowing whether she was going insane or rather the world around her and wondering which would be worse, she blinked her eyes, once, twice and then some more. However, the woman and man standing in the living room didn’t disappear.
It wasn’t the first time she saw them.
The huge wings spreading from their backs and glorioles above their heads were new though. So was the fact that her mom apparently found the sight of the two of them not the least disturbing.
“You have visitors, honey.” Her
mother got up from the couch and approached her.
Visitors?
Definitely not how Lillian would have put it.
“Um…
Mom?” That was all she was able to get out. What was one supposed to say when you found your mother chatting with two angels in the living room anyway? Without taking her eyes off the two, Lillian let her backpack slide from her shoulder to land in a heap on the floor.
Her mother didn’t say anything, just looked at her, and made
Lillian nervous as she saw a pride in those familiar, green eyes that she couldn’t find a reason for and what disturbed her even more - the threat of tears.
“I’ll be in the kitchen, if you need me.”
Confused and frowning she started, “But…Mom?”
Her
mom didn’t turn around and so Lillian was left alone with the man and woman she had tried to avoid looking at, feeling the cold fist of dread in her stomach making her hands clammy and her heart pound.
“Maybe we should sit down,” the woman said.
Trying to hide her growing unease
Lillian remained where she was, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest and a questioning stare directed at the intruders.
The woman nodded as if understanding and grimaced in apology. “My name’s
Amber. This,” she jerked a thumb towards the dark-haired guy beside her, whose bored eyes and whole bearing kindly screamed could-we-get-this-over-with, “this is Raz.”
Both of them
seemed to be in their mid twenties and were fortunately dressed like any other human being - in jeans and shirts and not some dumb white robes. Though Lillian doubted that if they had to wear them the guy, Raz, would do it, even if he was an angel. Contrary to Amber’s nearly blinding white wings, his were dove gray and his gloriole was only a silver thread barely visible atop his close-cropped hair and not bright gold like the woman’s. They were light and dark, the two of them, the contrast between the soft, curvy woman and the tall man with the rugged features so stark.
Raz.
So that was his name. He was the one who had been following her.
Amber
seemed momentarily at a loss with where to start their story and so Lillian accused them. “You watched me.”
It wasn’t a question, but a statement.
Lillian might have her nose in books most of the time, however, when she looked at the world around her she saw it clearly and she didn’t tend to forget faces easily. She remembered the blond hair cut pixie style, the green eyes and straight nose of the young woman who had bumped into her at the mall, when she’d been about to choose a present for her father’s birthday.
“You were in the mall, and you,” she mot
ioned with her chin towards a smirking Raz, “well, you did a lousy job of hiding behind that tree near the parking lot outside the library. I saw you nearly every time.”
Amber
raised an appreciative eyebrow, while Raz looked a little sucker-punched for a split second there, and Lillian had to hide a little gloating smile.
With something close to respect in her eyes
Amber explained, “Yes, we watched you. To see whether you are ready. We are angels. I’m Ambriel, the angel of communication and protection. And you, you’re an Ivory.”
“Ri
iight.” Though Lillian had referred to them as such in her head she wasn’t ready to believe that they were exactly that. Angels.
Now it was the guy’s turn to snort. “What? The flashy crown and wings aren’t convincing enough?”
Ass.
Opening his mouth only made him climb her least-favorite-person list higher and faster.
The soft rustle of feathers sounded through the room and
Lillian’s eyes travelled to the wings in question. A somehow peaceful gray they looked soft and yet absolutely powerful at the same time. Lillian swallowed. She was an I’ll-believe-it-when-I-see-it kinda girl and yet she had no idea what to do with the facts presented to her. For a brief moment she closed her eyes and swallowed nervously.
Amber
, suddenly appearing not much older than Lillian, took a step forward, her eyes friendly and soothing. “Lillian, I know this is unexpected and difficult for you but that doesn’t make it less true. We’re angels and you’re an Ivory.”
Lillian
had heard enough of that and demanded, “You said that before, an Ivory, what is that?”
“A
member of the Ivory Guard.” Raz’s deep voice answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which earned him a withering look from Amber before she returned her attention towards Lillian again. “Ivorys are half human and half angel, and they watch over the hellholes on earth.”
Riiight.
“Of course.” Stepping a little to the side to free the doorway she pasted on her most polite smile and made a sweeping gesture towards the door. “That’s really quite interesting but I think it’s time for you to go.”
How the hell had she stumbled upon these two loons? Or rather, how had they stumbled upon her? Had they brainwashed her
mom with their crap? Her mother, a neat and tidy person, couldn’t possibly believe this.
Lillian
was a good student, was eager for college and already trying to figure the hell out how she could jam as many classes into a week as possible. She was a girl who liked to spend her days buried in books, rather than prowling her surroundings for available or merely willing boys like other girls her age. So her logical mind tried to find all the possible explanations for these loons’ behavior. But even Lillian had to admit that she had a hard time reasoning those wings away. She was ready to consider special effects and costumes, anything.
But all her theories
came tumbling down like a house of cards as Amber stepped towards her while at the same time turning a little around to look at Raz for help, and Lillian’s hand brushed against a white wing. The movement being beyond her control.
What she found was softness,
silk – and peace.
Lillian
just stared, trailing the magnificent feathers with her eyes, trying to find some sort of harness or other attachment.
There was nothing.
The wings were real.
Her mind struggled with the realization and the consequences.
Out of the mess of questions and doubts, one important one crystallized. “Why me?”
“I told you, you’re an
Ivory. And we need you to fight.”
Despite the surreal situation she found herself in, or maybe because of it,
Lillian snorted. “Fight? You want me to fight? Did you take a look at me? I’m not some kind of karate kid, but a full-blown bookworm.”
“Don’t wor
ry about that, we’ve seen worse,” the guy cut in, earning yet another killing glance from Amber. He shrugged. “It’s the truth. In the end we make fighters out of all of them.”
The woman shook her head at her partner and then explained, “We’ll train you and show you everything you need to know. You won’t be alone in this. There are others, and you’ll be their leader. You’ll command your own Ivory Guard.”
From the way Amber said it Lillian understood that it was to be some kind of honor but her mind grabbed only hold of one word she’d said. “Wait a sec. You want me to command, to lead? You guys are definitely insane.”
She
paced through the room that with its familiarity and normality made everything seem even less real. But the wings, the feel of them, she remembered that those were quite real. “I mean, look at me. I’m not the prom queen who everybody listens to and looks upon. I’m more like the girl that stumbles around because she has her nose in a book again. I’m –”
“An
Ivory, and not a high school student anymore,” Raz’s commanding voice whipped through her desperate tirade.
It brought her to a
halt and she faced him. “What I’m
not
is someone that others look up to for guidance.”
“Your life will change
and so will you. Have faith in yourself and your abilities. You’re only eighteen years old, so you haven’t discovered all of them yet.”
She w
as surprised that his words managed to calm her but was grateful for it. She wasn’t used to feeling this way, so small and helpless as her life was spinning out of her control while she could only watch.
“
So what kind of a change are we talking about exactly? I mean, lurking around to train with you guys is one thing but…what the hell will my life look like?”
When Raz started to speak Amber cut in, taking a step towards her, “We won’t train you here, Lillian. You’ll have to come with us and…you won’t be able to see your parents for a while.” That for a while might turn into a long time was written all over the angels face.
For a moment Lillian was absolutely stunned. She had planned to leave her parents, had prepared for it. For college though and not some weird life mission. She had counted on visiting them now and again, but not knowing when she would see them again was something else entirely. She swallowed.
“
What about my parents? I can’t just...” She threw up her arms in desperation.
“You won’t have to. Your mother knows who and what you are.”
Lillian straightened, her head snapping up. “What?”
Those words, the way they were phrased, and
Amber’s tone. She looked at the woman. New questions swirled in her head and answers and pain followed.
Lillian
swallowed. “I see. My mother knows, but my father doesn’t. Because he’s not my real father, is he? An Ivory is half angel and half human, you said. Does that mean my biological father is…?” She let the question hang in the air, afraid that answering it herself aloud would prove that she or the world around her had gone insane.
“An angel, yes.”
At the voice of her mother coming from behind her
she whirled around. Tears in her eyes, a handkerchief in her hand, Lillian had never seen her mother look so miserable.