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Kalaeda
In Kalaeda, he is an invading general trying to save his fallen people. She is a defending battle mage avenging the deaths of her family. In a place we generally like to call Earth (America to be precise), he is a popular jock and she is an often bedridden youth with only stories to keep her company.
When they discover the secret, which of their lives will be affected?
Characters
Saria: Earthen form of Alisheta, a bookworm and neighbor to Remi. Home schooled and gets sick easily.
Remi: Earthen form of Kaelem, a jock and Saria’s neighbor. Treats Saria like a sister.
Kaelem: Kalaedian form of Remi, an overprotective youth gifted with strategy. Seeks to destroy the Rim.
Alisheta: Kalaedian form of Saria, Command Battle mage of Novraska, the Northern City of the Rim. A talented artist as well as mage.
Chapter One: Today
Saria
The drawing on the wall was turning out better than I planned. Setting down my pen I admired the work, noting how well each drawing flowed into another to form a mural of things right out of a fantasy novel. It was almost done, thankfully, because I was starting to lose patience with my artistic skills.
Why was a drawing on my wall? Well, I was getting pretty sick of white and I was positive I’d get sick of any one color so I struck a deal with my neighbor: I draw on my wall, he paints it, and he won’t owe me fifty dollars anymore for breaking my china doll.
Though technically that wasn’t his fault.
Anyway, for never having taken a drawing lesson in my life, the mural of pencil lead looked pretty good, even if it had taken me close to three weeks to get that far. Sometimes, it really sucks to be me, for more reasons than one.
“Hey, Saria?” Aforementioned neighbor appeared at my bedroom door and stood with me to admire my handiwork. “Whoa, check it out, that’s pretty good right there.”
Pretty good? Hello, it was more than pretty good, it was a masterpiece! But maybe that was just artist’s pride. “Yeah, and I’ll never forgive you if you mess it up, Remi.”
Remi’s my older next door neighbor by four months, so he’s always getting on my nerves about something. He’s tall, blonde, handsome, strong, and athletic; you know the type of guy. The ones with the dashing smile and playboy attitudes. Except if he ever tried to pull that on me I’d toss him out my window. Okay, so yeah, I like him, but his social standing would plummet to negative four hundred if his friends ever found out he liked ‘The Girl Next Door’.
He waved me off, “Such love spill forth from your mouth, so sweet I could sleep forever in it.”
I sure hope he didn’t plan to say that to his girlfriend. Why all teenagers think they have to be poets are beyond me, since it takes a lot of skill to actually be a good poet, something Remi didn’t have. He also lacked intelligence but as his best friend I was inclined to keep my mouth shut. “Are you implying that I’m boring you?”
Remi paused, half dramatic, half faux-shocked, “Eh? No, of course not Saria, you could never make me fall asleep.”
This from the guy who comes over and crashes in my living room almost everyday after school. Speaking of school, I had a test to study for, but that was still two weeks away. “Good to hear it. How was school?”
“Five letter word, let’s go get some ice cream and watch a movie, I suddenly have the urge to watch an alien invasion movie.” Remi grabbed my shoulder and steered me down to the kitchen. Thinking of invasions has me remembering what other pressing matters I had at hand; the Rim. One more city had fallen in the war, the city of Alisheta’s birth, now she had only an uncle and a cousin still alive out of all the many members of her family. Three cities down, one to go. The one left happened to be Alisheta’s and Alisheta happened to be the youngest command battle mage in the entire Rim.
“Six letters, Remi, S-C-H-O-O-L. That easy. Now, on to ice cream and then humans kicking alien butt.” I pushed my way in front of him, moving faster than a girl like me should be, but the prospect of ice cream after working so hard on my room was incentive enough. Well, okay, if I wouldn’t have run down the stairs if I were sick. As it stood, for once I’d gone close to a week without so much as a sneeze.
Why did that matter? Well, let’s just say I specialize in getting sick. I get the feeling it’s all Alisheta’s fault, but the doctors think it’s an unusually weak immune system, and I’m impervious to antibiotics and most medicine. This means if I get sick with something like a cold, my immune system might not be able to fight it off and I could die.
“Slow down, Saria, if you get hurt, I’ll be the one blamed.” As if, Remi was the son my parents never had. He was strong, athletic, got good grades, and a gentleman (as far as they could tell, but they only saw him around me, and never around his girlfriends, I wouldn’t call him gentlemanly then). If I fell down the steps and killed myself (highly unlikely, I have a sense of catlike grace), they’d say I was an idiot for not listening to Remi.
So I did just that, and leapt off the last step, and beating him into the kitchen. He followed only seconds later and we set about preparing bowls of chocolate syrup covered, banana and whipped cream topped deliciously unhealthy, ice cream. Mmm, so good. After that we chose a movie and ate on the couch in the den.
Finally, about midway through our bowls and a third of the way through the movie (hey, there was a lot of ice cream in there) Remi broke in. “Why don’t the aliens ever win, they’re the ones with all the technology and strength?”
I rolled my eyes. “Because it’s Hollywood. If you wanted a movie where the invaders win, we can always watch a movie about the founding of America. After all, the British did invade and wage war with the Native Americans.” Hey, look at me; I made a text-to-real-life connection. I’d have to ask my reading tutor for bonus points on that one.
“Feh, aliens are much more interesting.” That’s us; Remi likes Science Fiction while I, on the other hand, like Fantasy, space ships do nothing for me. But then again, when you’ve been in battle and invaded an airship, then you probably wouldn’t like technology much either. Even if an airship is typically a fantasy thing, they can be quite scary.
Halfway through the movie, I found myself dosing off, and let the call sweep me away, leaving my living room and Remi behind. I was going to a land that no one here knew existed. Kaleada was calling me.
Lockea
