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Guardian Trilogy Book 1 Beginnings Chapter 1 Prologue Lunchtime. To the students of Davidson High School in Mobile, Alabama, that word has many meanings. To some, it’s a peaceful interlude in a chaotic day. To others, it’s a grace period to finish forgotten homework. However, to James Page, a 15-year-old high schooler, it’s an opportunity to spend time with the most important person in his life, Hannah Becton. James Page was nothing to glance at twice. With straight brown hair, glasses, and a normal physique, he was quite ordinary. But, his soft brown eyes had a strange quality. Almost whenever he looked at you, you got

Chapter 3 Arrival When Hannah awoke, she was lying on an Elysian field of perfect green grass. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and nobody was around. However, she did not detect this with her eyes. Her senses of smell, touch, and sound felt heightened, and she had no need to open her eyes to confirm where she was. Shifting sleepily, she moved both arms to one side. As they touched, she was jerked up and awake. Because she had felt fur. Looking down at herself, she noticed she was wearing a different outfit. She also had a fine coating of soft, orange-brownish fur. In the beginning of hysteria, she felt her arms. In addition to t

Chapter 6 The Lion’s Den The convoy approached Robotropolis, formerly Mobotropolis, and (self-proclaimed) capital of the world. The sky, smogged by years of unadulterated industrial emissions, was a metallic gray. Spire-like buildings of blue-black steel loomed like jagged teeth, presiding over the short and squat factories that belched perpetual streams of black smog. In the center of the city, a tower huger than all the others combined rose to the sky. Lighting twisted down its surface, for it loomed high enough to touch the clouds, and garnered a small fraction of the electricity necessary to power this distopian landscape. Looking

Chapter 10 Voices While this was going on, James had been left for a night’s sleep, night and day having no meaning in permanently dark Robotropolis. Standing in his new quarters, he mumbled “No time like the present. Might as well find out what my power is this go-round.” Pointing both hands out the window, keeping his mind clear, and standing still, he reached for the nub in his consciousness. He seemed to have practiced this way. Standing in this stance, he broke through the familiar wall. And fell to his knees. Voices! Multitudes upon multitudes of voices! The effect was like standing under Angel Falls, only with voices i