Gemini of Emreiana (14 page)

Abula: A computer device. It is silver, flat, and round.

Amona: Emréian term for year.

Arays: The voice.

Aríenom: Emréian evolved race. Can control plants, weather, and talk to animals.

Capritus: Emréian evolved race. Can inflict visions into beings minds while asleep or sometimes awake.

Dapler: A device to help ominus understand languages.

Dianie: The Emréian coven.

Dynamen: The king of Emréiana.

Elaeye: The royals.

Emréiana: The planet where Carson was born.

Galaxia lettering: A phonetic universal lettering.

Gemini: Emréian evolved race. Has the power of empathy and can inflict feelings upon others.

Helentania: The planet that the Bremoir and Borain warriors are from.

Hurmon: Identifies a month- two solonmon moons, twelve Raegon moons.

Krea: The queen of Emréiana

Lenai: The princess of Emréiana

Nighten: An Emréian light blue and white flower.

Nilva: The tattoo given to the Emréians to show their power.

Ominus: Emréian evolved race. Controls metal, electronics and power sources.

Puer: Shield that blocks the Urex’s blast.

Raegon moon: Identifies Emréiana’s weeks.

Solonmon: Identifies half months- six Raegon moons.

Urex: A weapon that uses waves to stun, knock out, and destroy.

Vérigolé: Emréian evolved race. Has the power to manipulate pheromones.

Vova: Emréiana’s star.

I would like to thank everyone who supported me while I was writing Carson’s story. I would like to thank my editor, Arielle, for helping to make the book the best it could be. I would like to thank my cover designer for the work of art that brought Gemini of Emréiana to life. The best for last, my loving husband who held my hand the entire way.

Kristen was born in Alabama in 1991 and still resides there today. Kristen knew she had a talent for writing when she was in the 6
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grade; however, she did not begin to write fiction until she was 15. In 2009, Kristen had an idea that would spark the concept for Gemini of Emréiana that she would later write in 2011. Kristen is attending The University of North Alabama. She is set to graduate in the spring of 2014. Kristen met her husband her freshman year on campus. They married in August of 2012. When Kristen isn’t writing, she is simming or fangirling over the latest k-drama. She is also a Doctor Who fan and proclaims the eleventh as her favorite doctor. Kristen continues to write the next and last novel in the Gemini Trilogy. She also plans to release a new series later in 2014.

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The dry night air kissed my skin. I relaxed on the balcony of my room, watching the Raegon moon that signaled the beginning of a new week—five Emréian days. It was so beautiful in person, and no matter how many Hurmon moons—Emréian months, twelve Raegon moons—I was there, I never tired of looking at it. Everything about Emréiana was like that. I had only been on Emréiana for one amona—an Emréian year—and still there was nothing I had grown used to. There was always something new to notice, something new to learn. From the culture of the Emréians to the unique breeds of life, the knowledge to be gained seemed infinite. The customs were very different. The media tore me to pieces when I waved to a crowd during a trip to a small village. No one had thought to tell me that waving was seen as an overly dramatic way to get someone’s attention. Instead, I was supposed to nod slightly. I was constantly watched by the media and council to see if I would make a mistake. I made plenty in my first few months there. Gradually, I was adapting.

I sighed and looked at the stars. I found the constellation that was home to the sun—the Emréians called it Maoy. I wondered how Earth was doing. I wondered how much it had changed. It still felt surreal to think about Earth while looking at it from afar. I felt so small in the universe. Unfortunately, the rest of the universe did not see me that way. To the universe I was important because of my status: I am Lenai of Emréiana, heir to the Emréian throne.

Emréiana was a strong planet in the universal war against the Bremoir. The choices I made would impact not only Emréiana, but also my home planet, Earth, and many other worlds out there. A heavy and dirty weight had been put in my hands.  The Bremoir had taken over many planets, the latest being Mordeon. Their leader, Vemous, went to worlds that had not yet discovered life beyond their own planet and made promises to them, deceiving them. Without remorse, the Bremoir took over these worlds and forced the dominant species to kneel to them. The Bremoir’s belief was that they owned the sky—the universe. How was I supposed to stop that? Somehow, they feared me. They feared a prophecy. They actually thought that
I
would end them.

As for the Emréians, they saw hope in me—most of them, anyway. Those that want me as future Krea—the Emréian Empress—believed that if there was something the Bremoir feared, they should use it.

I rested my elbows on the marble balcony wall and looked down at the city below. It was slowly becoming quiet as the citizens went to bed. I could only pray that I could keep their hope alive. I wanted this war to end. Many feared an attack on our planet. While we held on, the Bremoir only gained strength in their new recourses. We had plenty of allies, but there were more planets to be taken advantage of by the Bremoir. We had been trying our best to protect them without disturbing their lives, allowing them to naturally learn of the universe around them.

“Are you not asleep yet?” my mother asked in Emréian. After a year of being in Emréiana, I had mastered the language. My accent was off, but the people could understand me.

“I was admiring the view.” I turned to face her, leaning back on the balcony wall and using my elbows as support.

“Are you thinking about Mordeon?” She stood next to me.

“I’m afraid of losing this war.” Sorrow washed over her after the words left my lips. I used my empathy and tried to soothe her. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t say such things.”

“We are all worried,” she sighed. I noticed the dark circles under my mother’s eyes. Had this war begun to wear on her?

“The stars are pretty here.” I changed the subject.

“You say that every night.” She smiled weakly.

“That’s because they are.” I breathed in deeply, releasing all my negative tension as well as my mother’s. I had become very dependent on my empathy to mask my true feelings from myself and changing the feelings of those around me. It eased the stress that had been plaguing me.

I looked back toward the sky, taking in the view before I started to turned around. Something caught my eye out in the far distance. A few lights zipped around, changing directions. Getting a better look, I realized that they were spacecraft.

“What is that?” It wasn’t like Emréiana to have several crafts flying around.

“Something is wrong.” My mother put her hand on my shoulder. Fear radiated from her.

I watched as three craft rapidly changed course and speed. There was a shot, and one craft sprouted flames. Was it one of ours or one of theirs? I could not tell because of the darkness and distance. The craft lost altitude until it was hidden behind one of the mountains.

I turned quickly, going back into my chambers. I hadn’t even made it to my door before it swung open.

“Carsona,” Aaronmon said, stepping into the room. “Go to the safe room until I come to get you.”

“I’ll take Krea Mannannala with me,” I said. This was the second time we’d had to go to the safe room since I had been on Emréiana. “What about you?”

“I’ll come and get you once I know it is safe, but I need to help guide this situation.” Aaronmon put his hands on my shoulders. It did not ease my worry at all. He may have been my garnix, but he was my betrothed as well.

“Don’t forget that once you are married to me, you will be a part of the Elaeye too.”

“I won’t be if my bride is dead.”

“Who will you joke with then?” I raised my brow.

“I hate to interrupt, but I think we need to be going,” my mother said behind me.

“I’ll see you in a little while.” Aaronmon nodded and left.

I walked over to my abula—a computer device—and pointed the round, silver object at my bed, opening the holographic screen. I punched in the code for the safe room, and the bed rose up to reveal a door. The door slid open with a whoosh. My mother started down the steps, and I followed. I used the abula again to close the door.

At the end of the room was a bed, and above it, the ceiling had a screen to enable the use of my abula’s holographic system. I considered watching the media. I wasn’t the only one who noticed the spacecraft. What was being said about it?

“Don’t stress yourself over it,” my mother told me.

“How did you know?” I asked, surprised.

“You are a lot like your father.” She smiled.

I was happy to know I was like him. On some level I could feel that I was, although I never got to meet him.

“He was always eager to know what the world had to say. He wanted to make sure everyone was safe.” She sat next to me.

“He was a really good ruler, wasn’t he?”

“Yes, and loved by all.”

I held my breath. My father had been not only the Dynamen—the male ruler—to the Emréians, but also a hero. Before he died, he saved hundreds of Emréian lives. On my return, many of those families came to me to express gratitude. I was of the blood of their savior. They believed great things of me, too. I could only hope to be as great a ruler as my father. I hoped I could keep everyone safe. But there was still so much I needed to learn as Lenai before I became the Krea. Maybe then I could give the people hope.