Awakenings - HARMONY

Saffina Desforges

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International best-selling author SAFFINA DESFORGES (writing as STEVIE JORDAN) & the creator of the wonderfully dark and disturbing, 'Birdy' KAREN OSBORNE bring you...INDIGO KIDS: Seven special children - one mission. Through time and space, a group of uniquely talented children are called together. Connected by an invisible thread and each with a special gift, they are given a supremely important job: To save the world. They are the chosen ones. They are - the Indigo Kids. Part Five - HARMONY (approximately 20,000 words)...When Harmony McKenzie kills her abusive father with an axe to the head, she's sent to a secure unit for the criminally insane - somewhere she can never escape from. But Harmony finds a way. In a catatonic state, she travels via her dreams, and as the fifth Indigo Kid, takes on the role of Justice. Making her way through the tarot cards, Harmony finds the other Indigos and an unbreakable connection is born. In the real world, the Hierophant monster Louis Ortega is arranging to make a purchase. He wants Harmony's body - and there's nothing she can do to stop him... or so he thinks.Louis Ortega doesn't bank on Ceci. When Ceci discovers Harmony is in danger, their connection is made and colours start to fly. Their Awakening is unstoppable. Together they are unstoppable.She is being called - they are being called. It's time for the beginning of the end. It's time for.... Awakenings."Answer, my children - answer as if your heart would break. Answer the shades, the hues, the petrol blues. Answer the call...of Indigo."Jax, Hadi, Starr & Ceci are out now! Ming & Xi and Shai are coming soon.Paragon & Nirvana will be released in 2014/2015**Warning - this series is Young/new adult fantasy/sci-fi/paranormal. It may contain some sexual references and graphic scenes.**

Sujets

• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Fantasy

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• Publié par: eBookPartnership.com
• Date de parution: 30 juin 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781908961594
• Langue: English

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Copyright © Stevie Jordan& Karen Osborne 2014
 
Stevie Jordan & KarenOsborne have asserted their rights in accordance with theCopyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as theauthors of this work.
 
 
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SMASHWORDSEDITION
By Saffina Desforges (writing asStevie Jordan) & Karen Osborne
Published by Saffina Desforges atSmashwords
 
 
 
 
This story is a work of fiction. Theresemblance of any characters to persons living or dead is purelycoincidental.
 
 
 
 
ISBN: 9781908961594
 
 
 
Seven special children - onemission.
 
Through time and space, a group ofuniquely talented children are called together.
 
Connected by an invisible thread andeach with a special gift, they are given a supremely importantjob.
 
To save the world.
 
They are the chosen ones.
 
They are - the Indigo Kids.
Indigo children ~ children believed to possess special, unusual andsometimes supernatural traits or abilities.
 
Indigo Kids
 
‘ Awakenings’
Part Five
 
HARMONY
 
By
 
Saffina Desforges (writing as Stevie Jordan)
&
Karen Osborne
 
 
 
 
Location: Sydney, Australia
Date: Sometime in the nearfuture.
 
 
Sydney MorningHerald
 
The trial of Brisbane-bornteenager, Harmony McKenzie finally concluded today, three weeksafter it started. Earlier, the jury found the defendant guilty ofpatricide in the second degree. No motive was established, butChief Justice Ramsay, said he had, “No other alternative but topass a custodial sentence.” Miss McKenzie will spend a minimum offifteen years in a secure unit for the criminallyinsane.
 
The family have asked thatthey be given the privacy they need to start to rebuild theirlives.
 
Throughout the trial, MissMcKenzie was seen and heard by all present, answering the heinousallegations surrounding her father’s death in a disturbingly calmmanner. One juror said: “ It sent shivers down the spine ofevery person in that court to hear her describe—in detail—how sheone day took an axe and split his head in two . ”
 
The conclusion of thishighly publicised case will never truly quash the speculation. Willthe question ever be answered: why? Miss McKenzie is not saying.Perhaps Australia will never know....
 
News update: At the timeof this article going to press, news came in that shortly aftersentencing, Miss McKenzie collapsed and is being treated forcatatonic syndrome. This condition often manifests itself as asymptom of Schizophrenia. SilverwaterWomens’ Correctional Centre wasunavailable for comment.
 
1.
 
The four walls of Harmony's hospitalcell were known to her in exact detail; every crack and stain. Eachday, she would observe her white landscape, scanning it from themoment she awoke, to the time she slept. Each hazy, drug-filledhour that passed was spent mildly perusing the same coldpartitions. She watched them with as much attention as she couldmuster. How strange that in places the paintwork would peel awayfrom the mouldy dampness underneath. Harmony fixed glassy eyes onthe wall as the flaking paint morphed into an image. She studied itwith detached interest as it took shape - then altered andfaded.
These were her days: thesame routine, endless hours of repeated nothingness. Harmony wouldhave smiled to herself if the muscles in her faceweren ’t so tired. Instead, she allowed theshredding paint to turn itself into a tiny bird; a little bird witha very long, curved beak. In her sluggish, misty mind, Harmonybegan to weave a story around the image – anything to detract fromthe monotony of her existence. Somewhere inside the dusty annals ofher head-archives, the bird took on a life.
Her heart knocked at herribcage as the dull grey shadow of the bird started to rouse andexercise its wings and the grey turned togreen. Harmony blinked as it tookfligh t; the minuscule movement causing akiss of air on her cheek as the beating sped up. Faster and fasterthe little bird’s wings cut the air, until they were nothing morethan a blur, a strange noise coming from the centre of the haze.Cocking her head to one side, Harmony tried to force herdrug-addled brain to recognise the sound.
H umming.
She could feel it inside her throat asit became a vibration. The pulsation grew in intensity and Harmonyfelt her whole being react to the resonance of the sound waves.Stronger and stronger they became; every cell in her body feelingas if they were being shaken apart. The sound filled Harmony up,roaring in its growing furore like a raging tide. She drew in abreath, instantly certain that the noise would surely bring downthe crumbling white walls.
The shockwave was brutal when itcame.
Massive tremors blastedHarmony into another place and in that place was silence – cool, green silence. Green like thebird.
Green like a rain forest; as green asan emerald.
Green - the first colourHarmony ever remembered as being her favourite. She recalled thedress she had worn for her twelfth birthdayparty —the dress that had made her feel likea princess. She was a princess that day. There had been cake with candles on thetop, the cake was pink and the candles were red. “Blow out the candles, Harmony,” she heard her father whisper into her mind.“ Blow them out and make awish. ”
“I wish, I wish, I wish...I wish that you would stop, Daddy, stop—”
Harmony ’s screams obliterated the gruesome image that had formed inher mind, shredding it into a billion tiny pieces, blown away onthe wind like a dandelion clock – never to settleanywhere.
Blood-curdling, gutturalnoise tore loose from her deepest core. Her desperate mindscrambled blindly away, running on from the dark-something that wasthere. A black hole of a dank memory; a memory so bad that she would rather die thanface it.
Harmony was charging down atunnel of shadows, the memory snapping at her heels as shescrambled further into the darkness. She could feel it closing inon her —gaining ground—trying to slow herdown, slow her enough for it to climb up her legs and turn theminto jelly, turn her into jelly. Like a jelly on a plate - wobbling away for allits’ worth. That was her: little Harmony-wobbly-jelly. Green wobbly jelly.Nothing bad can happen if you're made of green jelly - except, thatis, if someone wants to eat you.
Now she was sat on a spoonas a giant mouth gaped open in front of her. A big, fathomless holewith a dark memory lurking inside it. This time, she couldn'tescape, and the memory was going to get her... But somewhere – in the centre of the blackness – a tiny greenlight shone. A tiny green, iridescent dot of light that had wingsthat beat so fast, they actually hummed. “Don’t be afraid,” theysang. “Don't be afraid to wake up.” The little bird chirped intothe depths of Harmony's tortured mind. “Wake up, Harmony. It’stime.”
Her eyes flashed open as she sucked inan enormous breath of fresh air. The cool green silence was filledwith the sound of a gentle breeze as it danced its way through thetrees of the woodland glade. In the centre, sat an enormous whitestone. From way overhead, filtered rays of sunlight bounced off thefallen monolith, sending fabulous motes of rainbow colours flyingin every direction, sparking firelights amongst the cool, forestglow.
Walking over to the massivewhite rock, Harmony ran her hand over it, marvelling at how itresembled a table, like the ones in the fairy tales he had escapedin during her early years. The stone was cool and hard and in places, there were indentations -handprints. Tracing her fingertips over the surface, Harmonyfollowed a series of duplicate dents. In her dream, Harmony grinnedas the image of King Arthur sauntered into her head. Yes, itwas his roundtable and somewhere close by, would be his Knights. A bubble oflaughter popped in her stomach, threatening to seep its way out andtravel up into her throat. Harmony covered her mouth in a feebleattempt to stifle it, immediately questioning why. She couldn'tremember dreaming for such a long time, certainly not since theblackness. In fact, right now, she couldn't remember what theblackness was - except that she didn't want to think about it. Notnow, when it felt so good. This lovely, cosy, enveloping reverie - where a littlegreen bird beat its wings so fast that they hummed.
“ Hi, little bird,” she said. “Welcome to my dream.”
2.
 
The bird stuttered to a clumsy halt onthe stone before her - its impossibly tiny feet ticking on theconcrete as it fixed beady-bright eyes on hers. Harmony stared back– her first thought was how ridiculously long its beak was and howit looked far too impractical for eating. They studied each otheras if they were revising for a test and needed to commit everydetail to memory. Mesmerised by her own reflection in the bird’smarble eyes, Harmony’s fingers danced along the edges of the shapesin the rock, tracing their lines with subliminal interest, and likea long-lost key that fits perfectly into a rusted lock, her handslotted into an indentation. A shockwave bolted from her hand toher heart, then zigzagged its way to her head, but rather than pullaway, the desire to leave her hand where it was consumed her likefire. It was of paramount importance in her cold, white, jelly-likeexistence, and as the waves of the aftershock subsided, theybrought with them a feeling of complete peace - a peace like shehad never known. The little bird watched as a golden light ignitedbeneath Harmony’s hand, swathing its way up her arm, into her head,down into her body and coming to rest at her feet; washing away herfear, w