Shift – Elysian

Continued from Scene thirteen

“Drink this glass of water while I go back up on stage for a moment.”

I looked at Karen with a big no in my eyes, but she went anyway.

“Everyone, if I could have your attention again, please.”

As the room went quiet, she glanced over at me with a smile.

“As you can see by my love’s reaction tonight, he has fallen hard for me.”

Laughter ensued from the floor.

“And I have fallen hard for him.”

“Over the last two weeks, I have put more pressure on this man than I should have. For that, Christian, please forgive me. You are my soulmate, my love, my one and only.

The tribe applauded, and Keith Decker stood up from the back again, holding his glass high. “A toast for Christian Lore!”

The room responded in kind, so I walked up on stage to stand with Karen, who politely stepped aside. “Thank you all for overlooking my nervousness. Like Maggie, I too have never been happier than I am right now.”

Applause irrupted again as Karen asked Maggie to join them on stage.

“Tonight, we celebrate the newest members of Elysian and our bond to one another. Let no one divide that which makes us strong!”

The roar was deafening as we descended the stage. “This way, Karen, I’ve saved seats for you both at the head of the table.”

Linda Wilson, I would later learn, is Karen’s right-hand. And next in line should she be unable to fulfill her role as Chief. A title given to male and female leaders of the 3006 worldwide tribes.

Continue to scene fifteen

Shift is an online work of fiction.

This is the first draft of my manuscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.

The story centers around shapeshifting.

I’m currently working on chapter nine.

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