Road To Shandara (Book One of The Safanarion Order) Read Online Free

you’ve hit it dead on. I had hoped you would consider majoring in sociology, but knowing that you are about to graduate I see I’m too late to recruit you.” He said rising and extended his hand.
    Aaron shook the professor’s hand and thanked him.
    “Have a good summer,” Aaron said before leaving the office and the professor wished him the same.
    On his way down the hall Aaron took a quick detour to the bathroom. While washing his hands a sinking feeling of wrongness washed over him, like ice water pouring down his back.  
    Rap! Rap! Rap!
    Echoed from down the hall. He yanked the door open peering into an empty hallway. The fluorescent lights went out plunging him into darkness. The sunlight oozed its way into the entrance down at the far end of the hall, but all was eerily quiet. The emergency exit sign cast its devilishly red glow onto the far side of the hallway. A sudden chill crept down his spine like tiny spiders crawling up his back.
    What the hell was that?
    The medallion grew cool in his pocket. A nefarious presence came rushing towards him and he spun around, but the hallway was empty. He was all alone.
    Aaron lengthened his steps down the hallway, looking all around him knowing something was there, but only hearing the echo of his footsteps. The thought of calling out came to him, but he dismissed it as borderline stupidity. He was just being paranoid, he thought .
    Aaron smirked at the thought trying in vain to dismiss the sinking feeling, but was compelled to turn around and look back the way he had come. He peered into the darkened hallway but to no avail. Nothing was there. Then something knocked him backwards off his feet. He rolled and was instantly up again, his heart pounding. He scanned about looking to see who was there, but was frustrated by darkness. Another blow blindsided him and he went down. He tasted blood in his mouth while he shook his head bracing himself. He scanned out with his other senses, but couldn’t detect anybody there with him. In fact he sensed nothing, as if this place was devoid of life. Then he felt it, the force gathering itself, preparing to strike. Aaron barely got out of the way in time as the blow meant for him shattered the glass display case.
    He turned and sprinted down the hallway all the while hearing the sounds of glass shattering behind him. He reached the end gasping for breath in the sunlight and felt the evil presence leave. The lights came back on mockingly, revealing a mess of shattered glass as people filled the hallway from all the noise. He ducked out of sight heading down the stairs, but he could have sworn that he heard an ominous cackle right before the lights came back on.
    Aaron’s pace quickened as he exited the building and noticed the Campus Police rushing towards the building.
    What the hell was that?  
    He absently rubbed his chest where he took the brunt of the blow while taking the medallion out of his pocket. He ran his fingertips over the carved relief of the dragon holding a rose. Behind the dragon with his wings proudly spread apart was the impression of a tree. On the flip side were two swords, like the ones his grandfather left him, over a white pearl center, which resembled a star. The inscription was barely discernible and what he could make out he couldn’t read.
    The medallion was cool now, but he knew that it reacted to whatever it was back there. Was this what his grandfather’s letter warned him about? … One day soon you will discover that your life is nothing like you thought it would be… The training that I have provided will aid you in reaping the benefits of your coming gifts…And will help you stay alive.
    How could he face an enemy that he could neither see nor touch? But he saw it when he mastered his fear and closed his eyes to see. He was able to do it with clarity that had not been there before. Looking overhead, he saw a hawk flying gracefully, circling to and fro. He followed the hawk’s movements, its