Codebearers

This is going to be my Codebearers Fan Fiction. WARNING! This is still a work in progress.

If you decide to read this, I would appreciate if you kept any negative thoughts to yourself, although I would love to get some constructive criticism and any helpful suggestions that you might have. 

Prologue/Summery

With much of the Shadow defeated and all the shards connected to the new living tree, Solandria finally seems to have entered an age of peace. But even after all that has happened, the Codebearers still have many challenges ahead. There are new recruits to train, shards that the Shadow still control, and lives still looking for the right path.

Well, I hope you enjoy it

P.s. Sorry if it takes me a while to post new chapters. I'm a bit of a slow writer.

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This looks great! I can't wait to read it.

Haha, thanks.

I've been waiting for someone to make a Codebearers fan fic. I can't wait to read it

Yeah, same. But it wasn't happening, so I decided to do it myself

Okay, almost finished chapter one.

YAY!!!!!!!

Okay, here goes.

 

Chapter One

My heart thumped in my chest as the electricity coursed through my body. It was hot but not burning, and there was a tingling sensation all over me. I tried to move again, but my body was still frozen. My panic heightened. What was happening? Was this going to kill me? I had no idea.

Suddenly the electricity changed direction, so instead of it flowing into my body it began to leave. I felt relief wash over me. I still couldn’t move, but I was sure that whatever was happening it would be over soon. Then I felt it. A small tug. At first I thought it was nothing, but it was followed by a stronger tug, and then a full out yank. I began to panic now more than I had ever before.

Okay so you’re probably wondering what the heck is happening. Well, I can’t exactly tell you without telling you what happened before this even began. So…

 

I was sitting at my usual table in the cafeteria, with my new ‘high ranking’ friends, staring blankly at my turkey and cheese sandwich, vaguely listening to conversation going around the table. My mind wondered to the book my grandpa had given me for my sixteenth birthday, which had been a few days earlier. It was a strange book, with its soft leather cover and oddly shaped key. The strangest thing by far though, was how the words only appeared only when you used the key to open it. Because otherwise it always appeared blank.

When I was first given it, I thought it was a journal or something, because it had been full of blank pages. But my grandpa soon showed me how to make the words and pictures appear. And ever since I had been so absorbed with its wonderful stories that I think my mother was beginning to think I was going crazy.

But I was drawn out of my thoughts when Janelle, one of my new friends, said, “So, Talia, what about you?”

“Huh?” I looked over at her blankly, trying to remember what they had been talking about.

“The dance. Have you got a date yet?” Janelle asked, like it was the most important thing in the world.

“Oh, uh…no.” I stammered and glanced back down at my sandwich. I knew a judgmental remark was coming.

“Talia.” Crystal pronounced crisply, “It’s our job to set an example for all the other girls here, okay. And if you can’t do that, then you don’t belong with us,”

I came to attention instantly. “No! I do belong with you guys. I do. I’ve just been really busy settling in. Come on, give me a chance to show you.”

Crystal seemed to give it some thought for a minute, before she replied, “Fine. We’ll give you until the dance to prove yourself. If you haven’t by then, you’re out. ‘Kay?”

“Uh…okay, I guess.” I agreed. “Well, I’m gonna go get ready for class.”

I picked up my bag and started making my way out of the cafeteria, and although I was still worrying a little about being kicked out of the group, my thoughts quickly turned back to the book. I kept wondering if the stories in it were real, with their dragons and warriors and strange creatures that I had never even heard of. Both my grandparents seem to believe that it was. But in my logical brain I was certain it couldn’t be. Yet there was something that felt so realistic about them, something I just couldn’t shake.

My mind was still flooding with questions when somebody slammed right into me. Letting out a loud, surprised shriek, my books clattered to the floor. The hall fell silent for a moment, before the laughter started. I felt the blood rush into my cheeks. I crouched to the floor to pick up my books, at the same time hiding my embarrassed face.

As I started collecting and piling my scattered books, a guy about my age knelt down and began to help me. Glancing up at his face, to see who it was exactly. I find myself looking into the warm brown eyes of Kadin Rebel, the only jock in the whole school no one knew much about. This is mainly because, outside of sport, he just kept to himself. Even his team didn’t know a lot about him.

Handing me one of the books he gave me a small smile and said in a soft voice, “Sorry for bumping into you.”

I looked up at him for a moment, making sure he was sincere. He was, I concluded, and just went back to picking up my books. By now most of the other students had either gone off to class or back to whatever they had been doing before.

“I’m Kadin.” he continued.

“I know.” I replied, not looking up.

“You do?” he asked, surprise in his voice.

“Yeah. Janelle and Crystal talk about you sometimes.”

“They do?” he seemed even more surprised.

I nodded. “You’re the only cute jock, if not the only jock full stop, in this school that doesn’t seem totally self-absorbed with himself. So, of course, they talk about you.” I gave a little shrug. It seemed like a normal thing to do, and not a big deal.

He smiled at the vague compliment.

“Well, thanks for helping me pick up my books.” I said, standing up, books in hand. Kadin followed me to his feet.

“No problem.” he said with a cute half smile. For a moment he looked like he was going to add something else, but decided against it. For an awkward moment we just stood there, neither of us knowing what to say.

“Well, I gotta go. See you around.” I said turning to leave. I paused for a second before adding, “It was nice to officially meet you.”

He just nodded, so I turned and started to class. The rest of the day of the day flew by quite uneventfully, and before I knew it I was sitting in my mum’s new car, on my way to my Grandparents place. On the back seat sat the duffle bag I had packed this morning, and inside it was, enough clothes to last the weekend, my case of toiletries, a couple odds-and-ends, and The Book.

Remembering it was there, I had a strong desire to take it from the bag and start reading it again. But then I glanced over at Mum, and decided against it. She had enough on her plate as it was with work and with her brake up with Dad, I didn’t need to make her think I was becoming so obsessed with this book that I couldn’t go a spare moment without thinking about it. I decided to talk to Mum instead.

“So, you all ready for your conference?” I asked.

“I think so. I’ve got my speech down pat. I still can’t believe they asked me to speak though. I really hope I don’t screw up.” Mum replied, chewing her thumb nail.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be great.” I gave her a reassuring smile. I felt so weird to be on this side of the conversation. Normally it was her encouraging me, and her trying to calm my nerves.

“Thanks, sweetie.”

We fell silent. It had been like that a lot since Dad had left. I really wanted to ask her if she would see him this weekend, seeing as he was living in the same city as the one the conference would be held in. But I didn’t for two reasons, one; I didn’t want to make Mum think about things that still hurt, and two; we had arrived at Grandma and Grandpa’s.

I dragged the duffle bag from its spot on the back seat and got out of the car. My grandparents came out of the house then, Grandma rushing at me like she hadn’t seen me in years, when in reality it was less than a week ago.

“Oh, Talia, my dear. It’s so good to see you.” She said giving me a hug.

“Thanks, Grandma. It’s good to see you too.” I replied, returning her hug. She felt so small and frail. I briefly wondered how long she had left to live. How many more times would I get to hug her like this? I quickly pushed the thought out of my mind, but not before I decided to make the most of this weekend.

We broke a part and she then turned to my mother. I turned to face Grandpa. He was still strong. Weaker and stiffer then he used to be, but still broad shouldered and strong.

“Need any help with your bags?” He asked.

“Uh, yeah. If you could take this,” I said handing him the duffle bag, “I’ll grab my backpack.”

I grabbed my back pack and we headed up through the house to the bedroom that had been reserved for whenever I came to stay. It was pretty plan, with a single bed that had a dark green doona cover with a picture of a bright flaming tree, and small chest of wooden draws. The floor was just plain wood and the walls had faded flowery wallpaper.

“Thanks, Grandpa.” I said as he put the duffle bag on the bed. I threw the back pack down next to it.

“No problem, Lia.” He said with a big smile. He moved to the end of the bed as I sat down on it. He leaned into the bed like a curious child, and the way his eyes sparkled almost made me believe he was. “So, what do you think of the book?”

“It’s great, Grandpa! Those stories are awesome!” I exclaimed with excitement. “Although I still can’t figure out how the words disappear and appear. That’s really got me stumped.”

“Maybe it’s magic.” Grandpa said mysteriously, his eyes sparkling with mischief. With that he left the room so I could get “settled”.

The minute he was gone, I pulled the book from my duffle and the key from my backpack. I needed to see the words appear again. I was determined to find out how it worked. I put the key in the lock and twisted. There was a little sigh instead of the click that another lock would have made. I opened the cover and saw the little postscript in Grandpa’s messy handwriting.

To our beautiful granddaughter Talia,

On her sixteenth birthday.

We pray that you will enjoy this gift

And that the Author uses it to reach

Your heart.

Love, Grandma and Grandpa

XOXOXO

 

 

I smiled and turned the page. Instantly writing began to appear on the page. It was like an invisible hand was writing it right in front of me. It was lovely writing, I thought as I reached out to touch it, like I had a million times before. But what happened next had never happened before.

The moment my fingers brushed the words, a shot of electricity ran up my arm, paralysing me as it spread through my body. My heart thumped in my chest as the electricity coursed through my body. It was hot but not burning, and there was a tingling sensation all over me. I tried to move again, but my body was still frozen. My panic heightened. What was happening? Was this going to kill me? I had no idea.

Suddenly the electricity changed direction, so instead of it flowing into my body it began to leave. I felt relief wash over me. I still couldn’t move, but I was sure that whatever was happening it would be over soon. Then I felt it. A small tug. At first I thought it was nothing, but it was followed by a stronger tug, and then a full out yank. I began to scream in terror, but no sound had left my mouth before the book sucked me in.

Haha, thanks

I am bowing in your awesomeness

Haha, finally domeone is ;-)

Haha. You almost got a second part done?

Not yet. I'll probably work on it today.

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