Lightning In My Wake (The Lightning Series) Read Online Free Page B

“You assumed, it was a cave-like cavern, buried deep in the mountain, never to be discovered, taking days and weeks of hiking and starvation to reach?”
    “Yeah, something like that. So tell me, where in the Hell do I start?”
    “Tell me, Theodore Ramsey, male Traveler, what you’re looking for. I’ve been the Guardian for forty years. If it’s here, I know where to find it.”
    “I’m looking for the papers on Eivan.”
    He screwed his face up in disbelief. “And why would you be looking for those?” His attitude had suddenly morphed from helpful to suspicious.
    “Because I think I’m a…,” I couldn’t even say it out loud. If I couldn’t say it out loud, there was no way I was who I suspected I was. The person I suspected I was embodied strength and confidence. We were told stories about him as children. He was to our people as Robin Hood was to humans.
    I gathered my courage and tugged nervously at my top button, preparing to tell the first person ever of what I’d discovered about myself. “I am Eidolon.”
     
     
     
     
     

    Chapter Four
    Colby
    Lucent females shall not attempt to travel with their mates.
     
    Ari showed up at two a.m. on Friday morning with two bags and a grin, “S’up ladies! Let’s go!”
    I’d met Ari at an arcade by my house. Two games of Galaga and one shared cotton candy and we were best friends. She was homeschool ed by her parents. My parents hadn’t known we had Lucents that close to our home. Good thing Ari had a super big mouth. She’d gotten angry at her mother at a family dinner and flashed from the table to her room. Her mother gasped and her father lost all the color in his face. I simply smiled, clapped and responded, “Ari can flash too?”
    “Where are you gonna be,” I asked both of them. Between Ari and my mom, someone had to take inventory. I was the most responsible of the group and that was really saying something since, in general, I was mostly selfish and wild.
    “I’m going to the alley behind the hotel,” my mother reported like I was the parental and she was the teen queen.
    “And I’m flashing to one of the lifeguard posts on the beach,” Ari answered in turn.
    “Ok ay, Mom, you go first and I will be right behind you.  Then we can all check in and get some sleep.”
    “You already made reservations,” my mother thought the whole thrill of our gift was flying by the seat of our pants.  But what did an advance reservation hurt?
    “Yes, we all have cabins out on the water. Are we ready?”
    Ari was gone before she could answer and her crystal clear golden wake told me she’d arrived without trouble.  My mother was next and her wake, pale purple, like a beauty queen’s dress, resembled pixie dust—a good sign. 
    I was next.
    It was a simple process.  I visualized the place I wanted to go, and I was there. I didn’t understand the physics of it—nor did I care. The physics of it would probably take all the fun out of it. I just knew that I could get into Sacs in the middle of the night or was able to see the sunset in every time zone in the world—all on the same day.  It wasn’t necessary for me to have visited the spot before, just to have seen pictures or video.—the beauty of a cell phone with internet was incomparable. 
    I felt the familiar tug of time and space plunging me to my desired destination and before I knew it, I was next to my mother in the alley behind a tropical Belizean paradise.
    No time was wasted—I knew Ari’s game. The last one in the ocean after arriving at a destination bought breakfast the next morning. After checking in quickly and paying a fee for our odd arrival time, I slipped my maxi dress onto the floor which revealed an ivory crochet bikini. I loved the cabins in Belize. Why people stayed in hotels overlooking the best view in Central America, when they could stay in these huts, hovering atop the ocean, was a mystery. I booked the same cabin every time, no matter what.
    As my toes