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  The Willow

  The Magical Sword ~ Book One

  Stacey Kennedy

  Published 2010

  ISBN 978-1-59578-723-1

  Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 10509 Sedgegrass Dr, Indianapolis, Indiana 46235. Copyright © 2010, Stacey Kennedy . All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

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  Tracey West

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  Anne Cain

  This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

  Blurb

  In Carson City, Nevada, a tragic car accident has claimed the lives of Nexi Jones’ adoptive parents. Now, without them, the loss could be overcome, but not for Nexi. Now, without them, her reason to live has vanished and she is determined to end her pain.

  The problem with that, it’s not heaven she wakes up to, it’s the Otherworld. Nexi must reconcile the truth about her past, and her heritage as part guardian/part witch, while she begins to train to join the Council’s guard. But it’s not the combat training that has her worried, its attempting to keep her cool around the luscious guardian, Kyden that’s her biggest concern.

  Before long, Nexi’s skills are put to the test as she begins to fight against the supernatural who have taken a human life. But nothing can prepare her for the journey ahead. Soon, she will find herself lost in a mystery and fighting to keep all she’s gained, as Lazarus, a vampire, threatens to take it all away.

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  Dedication

  To my Mom for knowing I was a writer before I did and to my husband for believing that I’d be good at it.

  Acknowledgments

  First, and foremost, my editor Tracey for guiding me through this publishing process, being my go to gal and for believing in me from the very beginning. A big shout out to my sister, Kim, Mary and Alice for reading Nexi`s stories with vigilance and keeping me psyched by wanting more. Tanya, for proofing my work and being my number one cheerleader! Mom, for gritting her teeth through the sex scenes and reading on. Last, but certainly not least, to my husband and kids who make everyday an adventure. Thank you all for your support, getting me through the moments of doubt and for listening when all I could talk about was Nexi and Kyden.

  Prologue

  A bird singing in the distance stirred me from my sleep. My eyes fluttered open to a perfect warm summer evening in Carson City, Nevada. The night was so clear, every star in the dark sky was visible. There was forest laid out around me with plush grass resting below. A light breeze wrapped around my body and goose bumps rose across my skin, but suddenly, that peace was interrupted by gripping pain.

  Where am I?

  When I glanced toward the source of the pain, confusion swept through me—my wrists were slit and bleeding out tremendously. My vision blurred, but I blinked hard, forcing it to remain clear when a tickle came from overhead. My gaze slowly glanced up toward it and the moment the weeping willow came into focus, my memory came with it.

  Yes, I was badly hurt, but this, I had done to myself. And why that was is really quite simple—I’ve always been a little different. An outsider, never quite fit in anywhere, never felt right in my own skin. But having my adoptive parents Gloria and Frank Jones kept me strong enough to deal with it—strong enough to fight against the sense of alienation. Plus, I’d become an expert at hiding this little secret and blatantly ignoring it. My life had been full of happiness for twenty-four years.

  But all of that joy was ripped away by the Carson City Sheriff’s Department. At first, all I heard was, “accident on Interstate 50”. It took another half an hour to come to terms with the rest, “your parents have been killed”.

  With those few simple words, my hopes and dreams were shattered. The only two people in the world I loved had left me. Deserted me in a place I didn’t belong. Now, there was nothing here for me anymore. No reason to stay. Which is why I was here resting beneath my willow, bleeding out.

  The leaves dangled down again, trailed along my body almost in a way to comfort me. Located deep in the Carson City wilderness area, this tree is my home away from home—my own little piece of paradise.

  Truthfully, I came here hoping it would save me from my own thoughts. But the moment I arrived, it only seemed to reassure me that the choice I was making was the only one. The life I had now was no life at all.

  As a tear fell down my cheek, the pain consuming me began to withdraw and a chill set deep into my bones. My eyes began to droop, and my limbs were numb and heavy.

  Someone once told me, when you die you see your entire life flash before your eyes, containing all of your happiest moments. Apparently, they lied. Nothing but ice ran through my blood equaled by the sense of being dreadfully alone.

  Just as the pain threatened to raise a scream from my throat, a twig cracked beside me. Startled, I glanced toward it where a man stood, watching intently. Annoyance immediately filled me. A savior is not what I wanted, but when my mouth parted, nothing came out. Dammit!

  He started toward me, his walk smooth but strong. Was I dead? Was this my guardian angel? He looked the part well enough. Heaven isn’t called Heaven for nothing, especially if it’s filled with men like this. He was handsome enough to put George Clooney to shame. Looked a lot like him too—same soft eyes, dark hair, even his shape—strong without being overwhelming. The best part was his clothing, or lack thereof, which only consisted of a sword strapped to his back and a kilt made of armor.

  Unexpectedly, a rush of the ickies snuck up on me. Apparently, it was wrong that I was ogling him. Guess God had a sense of humor. Fill Heaven with gorgeous men, but strictly enforce a hands-off rule. Just my luck!

  When he reached me, he leaned down and put his hand on top of my head. There was something to his touch—something so familiar. “I have found you, my darling, Nexi,” he said. “Sleep now. You are safe and it’s time for you to come home.”

  A wave of peace washed over me and the last thing I saw before the world faded away to darkness was my willow swaying in the wind.

  Chapter One

  When I awoke next, nothing made sense. A cathedral or something like it was surrounding me. From wall to wall, it was an endless display of Gothic architecture. Pointed arches, large rose stain-glassed windows, heavily detailed pillars, immaculate stone sculptures, and even a hammer-beam roof to boot.

  The hard floor was doing nasty things to my back. Pushing against it, I sat up and came face-to-face with a wolf. “Whoa, weird dream.” I drew in a deep breath, and gave my eyes a hard rub. Then, I lowered my hands.

  One second passed, then another, and another.

  Then, my brain caught up with me. I wasn’t a dreaming. “What the…” I screamed, scrambling back.

  Confusion hit hard.

  The wolf wasn’t alone—there were four other people here too. One, in fact, was the man from the woods. “Do you know who I am?” he asked, softly.

  This couldn’t be? Did it work? Am I dead?

  But wait, I didn’t feel dead. “Where am I?” My stomach tightened as I prepared for the blow. My views always leaned toward
the theory that when you die, you’re dead—plain and simple. None of this afterlife nonsense, but now, I began to doubt that theory. And past sins began to swarm my mind, equaled by questions. Does honor thy mother and father mean listen to them always? And really, how bad is it if you use the Lord’s name in vain? Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, I’m going straight to hell.

  Interrupting my thoughts, the only woman in the room said, “I am Zia, Master of Witches.”

  “Master of the who? What?” I stumbled, mainly in shock, but also because this strawberry blonde, blue eyed, bombshell shouldn’t belong in Heaven—no angel should look this sexy.

  Instead of answering, she took my hand in hers and grasped it firmly. Seconds later, a bright flash of light forced my eyes closed and when they opened a room sat before me, but not the room I was just in a different one. And that wasn’t the shocking part, it was the people in front of me that had me stunned silly.

  “Hello,” I called out, but no one responded. “Can you hear me?” But again, I was completely ignored.

  Apparently, this was a vision I could see but not interact with. Resigned, I kept quiet and just watched.

  “Drake, have you ever seen anything so beautiful?” A woman sat on a wooden bed, cradling a baby in her arms. Her long dirty blonde hair reached the middle of her back, her face made up of strong lines, and her eyes, a soft blue that shined with utter joy.

  “Yes, Tyrianna,” Drake answered, joining her on the bed. “She is stunning. A true treasure.”

  “She is special.”

  “A little Guardian, a little witch—a perfect beauty.”

  Releasing a deep breath, I stared in total disbelief. It was undeniable, she’s my birth mother. The resemblance was uncanny. Our athletic features, high cheekbones, plump lips, even our dirty blonde hair matched right down to the length. And yes, that baby was me. My freckle sat directly under the corner of my left eye like it always had.

  That wasn’t the only kicker, the man from the woods wasn’t just any man—he was my father. They’re my birth parents, and the implication of what I was being shown here was insanity at its best.

  Without a chance to fully process, another bright flash blasted me into the next vision.

  “By the Gods, I will gut Lazarus for this,” Drake roared, holding Tyrianna in his arms.

  “Drake,” Zia whispered. “Nexi needs you.”

  He lowered Tyrianna’s empty body, stood, and took the baby from her arms. “I promise you, Nexi, you will not suffer the fate that has been brought upon your mother.”

  “What is it you wish me to do, Drake?” Zia asked.

  “Call a meeting with the Council. We cannot delay. It is of grave importance.”

  Another bright flash snapped me out of this vision and into the next. The cathedral I’d awoke to was now laid before me, surrounded by all the same people.

  “We must send her away,” Drake said. “As much as I hate to lose her, it is the only way.”

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” a man wearing the same kilt and sword get up, asked. “If Nexi leaves the Otherworld you will never see her again.”

  Drake nodded firmly. “She must be kept safe, Talon. Tyrianna would ask this much of me. The Otherworld is not safe anymore.”

  “We have all felt the potential within this youngling,” a strikingly tall handsome man, said. “It would be a waste to send her away. She can only strengthen our home.”

  “If she stays here she could die,” Drake defended.

  The room fell silent for a few moments, then Talon finally said, “If this is what you wish, we will not refuse you. I can only hope that you have made the right decision.”

  “It may not be the right decision, but it is the only one,” Drake responded then glanced to Zia. “I would ask that you provide her with protection? If this danger follows her, I need to be able to act if she is threatened.”

  “What you ask of me, Drake, is a small task.” A tear fell down her rosy cheek. “I will do whatever I can to help you and Nexi.”

  Another flash brought me back to the present, glancing into the face of the man I thought I’d never meet. Now faced with it, I could see the resemblance. We had the same eyes, not only in the almond shape, but in the color too. The same deep green with brown flecks surrounding the iris.

  Closing my eyes tight, I gave my arm a pinch. I’m dreaming. This isn’t real. Daringly, I opened them again, but I was still here. Shit!

  “You are not dreaming, Nexi.” Drake chuckled, as did the others.

  My lips parted, but only air escaped. Closing it again, a second passed before reality set in. My chin tingled then I busted into tears.

  Drake lunged forward, snapping me up into his arms. “Hush now, I have you.”

  Surprisingly, nothing about this was awkward. And it felt good—right. After longing for a familiar touch, this was soothing. He was family. I’m not alone.

  Disputing any of this was impossible. Those visions showed me the truth of my past. How could I deny it, that baby was me. The relief of knowing who and what I was overwhelmed me. I didn't belong in Carson City and never should have been there in the first place. This is where I was destined to be. To finally have justification for it all came with such emotion, I could hardly breathe.

  Nevertheless, just because that part had been explained, didn’t mean the loss of Gloria and Frank was any less painful. Reconciling all this was hard. The pain was so intense before, intense enough that I couldn’t fight against it. I was expecting to be dead, not having to face it head on, plus deal with a whole slew of other craziness.

  Drake’s voice broke through my moment of hysteria. “I have longed to hold you like this.”

  Backing away from his chest, I met his gaze and said, “I wish I could say the same.” When his expression filled with confusion, I continued, “Growing up—I never once thought of whom my birth parents were and why they had given me up.”

  “It should sadden me to hear that, but I am relieved you were treated so well you did not need to think of such things.”

  “They’re gone.”

  “Gone?” he repeated.

  “They were killed a week ago in a car accident.”

  “Ah, I see.” He brushed his hand across my cheek wiping away a tear. “That is why you were in the forest then?”

  I nodded, gulping deeply. “I—I.” Great, now I was going to have to explain myself. Just what I wanted to do—explain why I was so pathetic I needed to off myself.

  “You do not need to explain yourself,” he interjected. “When I placed you in the Earthworld, I hoped you would be able to adjust, that you would not know any different if the truth was kept from you.” He sighed deeply. “Quite a shame to hear the Jones’ have passed.”

  Huh? “You knew them?”

  “When Tyrianna was killed and the decision was made for you to stay in the Earthworld. I searched out families looking to adopt. We needed to find a family who was small—one with little ties, so you would not be greatly exposed.”

  He wasn’t wrong there. Gloria and Frank had no siblings, and their parents had passed when they were in their forties. Any other family was over in England, and they were distant. We never talked to or about them—ever. Our family consisted of just the three of us.

  “It kept you hidden well,” he continued. “When we discovered the Joneses, Zia and I both agreed they were the perfect choice. Were we right?”

  “Yes, they were so wonderful to me.” They’d been perfect in every way. The word adopted just held no meaning in our home. Gloria said God sent them an angel, but I never saw it that way, I was the lucky one.

  They’d never once complained that I didn’t move out. Lame right—a twenty-four year old woman still living with her parents? But without them I couldn’t have survived. They fueled the empty vessel that was my body and kept me whole.

  Now, looking back, maybe they knew how much I needed them. Maybe they knew if I le
ft I would’ve fallen apart. Maybe they knew what took place beneath my willow was inevitable.

  “I came to you once,” Drake said, brushing the hair away from my face.

  “You did?”

  “When the threat of danger in the Otherworld was gone, I came to get you and bring you home.” He smiled softly. “You were so young then, only around ten, and I saw you planting flowers with Gloria in the back garden. I stayed that day for hours and watched you.”