(BOOK 1) Tales of a Shifter - Broken Bonds (Part 1)

(BOOK 1) Tales of a Shifter - Broken Bonds (Part 1)

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Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

They met in the darkness. Brandon a mortal. Ezekiel a Shifter. Their meeting will be the first dominoes in an epic saga that branches through not only time, but blood as well. Broken bonds will come too light. The shadows of this world will be forced into the light. And trapped beneath the cogs of fate will be Brandon and Ezekiel. Two beings that were never supposed to meet. PART ONE- THE MEETING

Summary

They met in the darkness. Brandon a mortal. Ezekiel a Shifter.

Their meeting will be the first dominoes in an epic saga that branches through not only time, but blood as well. Broken bonds will come too light. The shadows of this world will be forced into the light. And trapped beneath the cogs of fate will be Brandon and Ezekiel. Two beings that were never supposed to meet.

PART ONE- THE MEETING

Chapter1 (v.1) - (BOOK 1) Tales of a Shifter - Broken Bonds

Author Chapter Note

They met in the darkness. Brandon a mortal. Ezekiel a Shifter. Their meeting will be the first dominoes in an epic saga that branches through not only time, but blood as well. Broken bonds will come too light. The shadows of this world will be forced into the light. And trapped beneath the cogs of fate will be Brandon and Ezekiel. Two beings that were never supposed to meet. PART 1- THE MEETING

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Submitted: July 01, 2015

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TALES OF A SHIFTER BOOK 1
BROKEN BOND
WRITTEN BY; CRIMSON PETALS

 

Our broken bonds shattered time. It ended the pain.
It created loss. It was all that remained.

Our broken bonds took my life.
Our broken claims stole my sight.

We couldn’t look. We failed to see.

Our broken bonds trapped us.
Our broken bonds defined us.

We didn’t fight it. We didn’t correct it.

Our broken bonds were. Our broken bonds are.

Our broken bond is all that was left.
But now in this light…..maybe new bonds will somehow form.

- Written by CrimsonPetals

 

CHAPTER 1

(The gossamer moon was the only sentinel to witness or tenuous beginnings.)
-Unknown 

Brandon burst out of the woods. A fine mist of droplets fell from the pine needles over head, down into his dirty blond hair. The water saturated him. Plastering the few dry strands left down onto his scalp, forehead, and temples. His wet clothes clung to him and made his thin cheeks and dark rimmed eyes seem all the more devastating.

Brandon whipped away a cool droplet from his skin, fighting not to shiver and failing miserably. “Damn forest! It’s freezing!!.” He panted shallowly as he moved forward and asked himself. “Where the hell am I anyway!?”

Brandon pushed through another water soaked pine branch and gritted his teeth as the cold dew, drenched him once more.  His soggy ashy blue jeans and thin black t-shirt gripped his flesh with a sharp bite.

Clingy and cold like ice. While his shoes were soggy and two days from falling off his feet completely.

Shaking away the cold he tried to motivate himself.

“Keep going Brandon….Don’t think, just move your feet.” Brandon whispered to himself. Egging himself on. He knew that he had to keep moving.

The crunch of the pine needles beneath his rapid, stumbling steps, were muffled by the trees all around him. They blotted out the expanse of the sky, only allowing Brandon disconcerting hints of stars, clouds, and some small silvery shafts of moonlight; that far from illuminated his way deeper into the darkness.

 Unluckily more often than not Brandon found himself running full on into one tree after another. But if someone had asked him, he would have been hard pressed to choose between the lack of light or the giant hole in his side that was causing him to traverse the darkness in a drunken, painful slump.

  Brandon slipped, his heavy feet knocking each other turning his stumble into a full on face pant into the soil, but at the last moment Brandon raised his hands from his stomach and snatched at the tree beside him.  His nails scratched into the bark. Chips and splinters, shoved themselves underneath his nails, releasing the heavy scent of pine and sap.....and blood.

Biting his lip as the pain subsided, Brandon tried to catch his breath. He slowly came around to looking at his throbbing fingertips.

In the sad light of the moon Brandon looked at his hands for the first time in hours.

Ignoring the stiff sting of wood under his nails, he stared grimly at his blood soaked fingers and forearms and then sighed. Brandon knew without looking at the rest of himself that his entire lower shirt, and right pants leg were drenched in coppery fresh blood. His blood.  And he also knew that there was enough blood in the soil behind him that it should have killed him by now.

Surely he was already dying.

Fresh blood painted his hand, his stomach, it dripped steadily from the cuff of his right pants legs down into the scrub beneath him. Gleaming like bright red paint there was even a thin trickle of blood running from his cheek and lips where distinct gashes and a large painful bruise were just beginning to take purplish black definition.

Brandon stared at his blood covered appendages a moment or two longer trying to gather the strength, no. The Will to move.

“Oh come on!” He whispered fiercely to himself. “Pick up your feet! Don’t stop!”


Brandon leaned awkwardly on that tree. Which was honestly the only thing keeping him on his bone tired feet and tried to ignore the blood that gushed out of the wound in his side every single time that he took a breath.

With every little wave of watery warmth that flowed down his hips, to further drench his pants, Brandon grew groggier, weaker.

But with every scrap of power still left in his body he refused to pass out.  Even as the fatigue of his journey slammed into his lungs and made his knees shake.

I won’t stop….I can’t…
He told himself.

But deeper than that he was afraid to stop.

 Brandon’s raised his head and slammed his fist into the trunk savagely. And welcomed the pain that came with that. Determination and sorrow warred there in his groggy green eyes.

"No." he whispered angrily to himself, barley having the strength to move his lips. "You are not going to make this easy for them! If this is the night that they finally catch up to you Brandon....By god you’re going to make the bastards work for it!"  He lectured himself raising his head, to glare into the darkness before him; as though his enemies’ were there in the shadows, not somewhere behind him, chasing him.

Like rabid dogs after a new born fawn.

Pick up your feet and MOVE!!!!

He shouted inwardly. And somehow he did move.

 Brandon groaned as he dropped his bloody arms back to his sides and forced his tired legs to bend.

 He couldn’t help but shiver as more blood gushed out of the gaping hole in his side to splash across his hip. That terrible feeling made him want to throw up. A continuous sickly warm flow on his legs as the blood fled his veins.

Somehow feeling cold and numb all at once Brandon took one step, then another. The time fell away as he kept moving forward. Soon he was melding with the darkness even as his skin paled more and more in the slight moonlight.

 


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