"What? How the foliage will our blood...talk?" Ione asked, crouching down beside him and staring at the glimmering substance in awe.
"Feel it, you have to feel it," Brogan whispered, gently taking Ione's hand.
Ione was too stunned to protest or jerk her hand away. Slowly, Brogan lowered her hand over the droplet of blood. Expecting to feel a slimy substance, Ione was absolutely flabbergasted when a sudden torrent of voices filled her head.
"-study...pay....leaf-"
"-humans...Einstein...E=MC squared-"
"-Square root...54...0.33333-"
"-author...Around the world....Verne-"
"-Chemisynthesis...atoms-"
"-Quarks...hadron...antiquark-"
Steadily, her head cleared up and she managed to distinguish a coulple of sentences here and there, but she was flung back to reality. Feeling her hand still in Brogan's, she jerked away, panting as if she had run a hard race. And then it hit her like a missing piece to a thousand year old puzzle.
She croaked, "I know why the man wants the Mythara."
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Mythara
FantasyWhen Brogan's parents disappear, he is only six years old. When he meets his previously unknown sister, Amber, life changes drastically for him. Then enters Ione into his life. He's now sixteen and its been years since he's seen another human. When...
