Shadow Leaf (cont.) by Michael R. King (edited by Nona King) | The Soul Cycle: Para

Ranger Buckskin proceeded to give Shadow Leaf a tour of the camp. The four tents in the far corner of camp did, indeed, belong to the new recruits who were in the field training. Shadow Leaf noted one of the tents was shoddily erected and a bit of a mess. The poor lad would likely find all his belongings, including the tent, balled up and pitched out on the plains somewhere.

Beyond the recruit tents were the recruit latrines, one of the few community services the recruits would need to perform. It was important to maintain hygiene so they would have the duty of occasionally relocating the latrines and burning off the waste.

On the opposite end of the camp stood the community well which pumped water from an underground spring. A significant distance beyond the well was a pocket of hot springs, a curious anomaly, but well used and appreciated. A minor grove of trees with a small pond was northwest of the camp, and beyond that a river running from the distant mountains and curving to the sea.

Ultimately, the Fist was a simple camp designed to force people to walk extended distances to reach their conveniences and luxuries. Hunting, fishing, and simply relaxing in a hot spring required a significant amount of time and effort, which was very different from an Elven camp–who lived in the midst of luxury. Perhaps the elves were so grumpy because they weren’t often allowed to enjoy those luxuries?

Shadow Leaf spent the next couple of days eating venison and telling stories. He found himself telling so many stories he considered buying a lute and calling himself a bard. However, singing stories bought friendships and with friendships came favors. The use of one of these favors provided him advance notice of Ranger Lord Shaeren being in sight of camp.

He sat upon Cur, bareback as usual, and waited for her small, distant form to grow ever larger as she neared until, finally, she came within speaking distance. Her expression was stoic, much to Shadow Leaf’s dismay. He always wanted to surprise her, to get some sort of response, but again, no such luck.

“Shadow Leaf, I did not expect you so soon.” She halted before Cur, her eyes not even hinting at any type of reaction: pleasant or otherwise. “How long have you waited?”

He released a quick breath, hidden behind a lopsided smirk. “Greetings and salutations to you as well. It’s wonderful to see you, Shaeren. What has it been three years? Five?”

Shaeren’s cheeks reddened at the friendly admonishment of a failed proper greeting. Though the chiding was courteous, he still remembered her sensitivity to any type of failure. “Four years this fall.”

Shadow Leaf shifted his focus to the young, red-headed recruit who still sat atop her horse. She looked comfortable on horseback, but the taut lines around her face hinted at a deeper truth. Tension raged through her body, as if she tried to present an aura of a ranger rather than just be a ranger. His smirk widened. The lass was posing. She’s trying to be Shaeren!

“So, this must be your first pup?” he asked Shaeren.

“It is.” She only spared the merest of glances toward the lass.

Ouch. “Off the horse, girl. Let’s have a look at you,” Shadow Leaf commanded as he dismounted. He wondered if she would do the same. The girl’s look toward Shaeren did not go unnoticed.

“Do as you are told.” Shaeren’s tone snapped like a whip.

The girl dismounted, struggling to appear as if she had done the deed countless times before. If anything, she presented about as much grace as a board. Anyone could see he made her nervous.

Shadow Leaf circled the girl for a complete turn before halting in front of her to grab up her hands for inspection. “Right handed, good. We won’t have to shove holy wafers in her mouth and cut off her head. That’s always a plus. Experienced with a bow, based on her predominant archer’s callous. That’s a nice break, though you’ll likely have to un-teach her a few things.” He let go of the girl’s now-trembling hands and continued his examination of her forearm and biceps. “Hmmm, not completely useless. Muscles are firm, but still pliable.” He placed the back of his hand to her cheek and face, “warm to the touch,” and grabbed a fistful of carrot-red hair, pulling down firmly enough to jerk her head back enough to gaze skyward. “Hair in tact.” He shot the female Ranger Lord a look. “Really, Shaeren?”

A full beat passed before her response. “Everything has its time and place, Vaga.”

Shadow Leaf stared at her, considering so many possibilities. . . . His gaze softened, as did his grip on the girl’s thick, braided cord of hair. “Not everything, Lea`Nella.” Shaeren’s gaze retreated, and the silence caused a shuffle to the girl’s feet. Shadow Leaf cleared his throat. “Para of House Albers, ward of Lord Henry Albers, was murdered in an attempted Regicide. She was mistaken for Lord Alber’s birth daughter and was cut down before her time. She was buried with love and gratitude in the family plot.”

Shaeren and Para’s heads snapped toward Shadow Leaf, illiciting a simultaneous, “What?”

“You, young pup, are, by far the liveliest dead person I have ever met.”

Para’s green eyes darkened as she shifted a lost expression to Shaeren. “What is he talking about?” Even her voice sounded breathy with confusion.

Shaeren blinked, once, and met Para’s seeking gaze. “Lord Henry has faked your death. You have no home to return to.”

The girl sucked in a breath, holding it as she stared, unblinking, at her mentor. Shadow Leaf felt for the girl, trying so hard to digest the information, and the implication: homeless. Again. His gaze flicked from Para’s ashen features–even her freckles seemed pale–to Shaeren’s matter-of-fact, and a bit cold, expression. “You want me to punch her in the face too, while we’re at it?” A reminder, shaming Shaeren in his own humorous and charming way, that the delivery was too cold. She, of all people, knew better.

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Shadow Leaf (cont.) by Michael R. King (edited by Nona King) | The Soul Cycle: Para

Shadow Leaf – Sca’th Duille


After two days of merriment with old friends and some new ones, Shadow Leaf once again found himself on the trail toward Longsight’s Fist. While he initially planned to follow Shaeren’s trail, it was clear she took her sweet time getting there (or anywhere). Rather than catch up, he decided to skirt around and arrive ahead of her. He veered Cur to the right and nudged the beast to a quicker pace. Cur bobbed his head in agreement, giving a responding tug to the reigns.

Shadow Leaf reckoned he could be at the Fist in two days which, at Shaeren’s pace, would be two days ahead. He couldn’t help but smirk at the hoped expression of surprise when Shaeren saw him waiting for her. He leaned forward to whisper into Cur’s ear and gave his mane a tug. Cur lurched into an eager gallop.


Shadow Leaf saw the Fist in the distance long before arriving, one of the benefits of traveling through the plains. The down side being he could also be seen from a great distance.

Like most Fists, the camp was fairly simple and open. It wasn’t a fortress with armed guards by any stretch. This particular Fist sported a large stone building at the center with a few smaller ones surrounding it. Without many trees, stones were the best [and only] available resource for building permanent structures. The mountains weren’t far, nor was the quarry, but far enough to require a great deal of effort. The other buildings of the Fist were of a more temporary nature; oiled canvas on wood frames while, farther from the center, were small, simple tents.

The simplicity of the camp made Shadow Leaf long for the woodlands, where resources were plentiful and easy to move. Then there were the Elven rangers, where he originally trained from recruit to scout–the lap of luxury. Of course, that particular lap of luxury came at the cost of demanding trials. His lips twitched upward at the memories. “You’d think those who live for a thousand years would have more patience and a great sense of humor.” Cur’s grumble of response seemed more than apropos.

Only a few people recognized Shadow Leaf as he entered the Fist, even greeting him by name. Others merely observed his arrival, with the youngest openly gawking. Clearly the latter were the new recruits, the lucky few whose tents were pitched on the outskirts of camp. They stopped their tasks to watch this dirty old guy who their instructors probably informed was a legendary hero. The legendary Shadow Leaf–he was almost tired of hearing the phrase . . . almost.

The recruits, in a sense, had it pretty good considering those being trained for militia work had to spend a month or more working the kitchens and scullery. The rangers only had to worry about ranger training, which entailed learning how to take care of one’s self. Shadow Leaf remembered his first day as an official recruit when he dared mention his hunger to Elven Ranger Lord Thistle. She merely stared at him and told him to eat.

“I have no food,” he complained.

“There is food about,” she replied, her voice bland and without emotion.


“Figure it out, or starve.”

That was the first time he ever wondered if they called her Thistle because of her demeanor.

Shadow Leaf entered the large stone building and glanced around for Ranger Lord Longsight. Obviously absent. It was too early in the day for him to be in the curtained off sleeping quarters on the far right of the room, and the only visible person sat behind a desk, his entire body quivering with the ferocity of his penmanship. Clearly the only action for Shadow Leaf to take was to stand over the gentleman and read.

“Do you mind?” the man snapped over his shoulder.

“No, I sure don’t.” Shadow Leaf continued to hover.

“I’m trying to write an urgent message from Ranger Lord Longsight.”

“And you’re doing a fine job of it too, except when you stop to talk to me.”

“Look–” The man slammed down his writing utensil with an almost audible crack and spun in his chair to meet Shadow Leaf’s amused smirk. “Please take a couple of steps back from the desk. This message is both urgent and private. I will attend to you momentarily.”

“Very well.” Shadow Leaf took the requested two steps back. “No need for hostility.”

“I’m not being hostile!”

“Ah, so this is your amenable side, huh? Wonderful.”

The man at the desk opened his mouth as if to say something, but clicked it shut with an almost physical shake of his head as he shifted back to his message. A couple of sentences later, the note was completed, rolled up and placed into a small case clearly designed for a carrier pigeon. He glared at Shadow Leaf, holding up a single finger in request of an additional moment of silence. He disappeared through a rear door and re-appeared moments later, obviously relaxed and accomplished.

“That was an urgent and a private message from Ranger Lord Longsight, the Fist Lord, to the Legendary Ranger Lord Shadowleaf. I do not appreciate your antics and interruptions.”

“Uh huh. Well, just so you know, Shadow Leaf is not a Ranger Lord.” Shadow Leaf still didn’t understand why everyone chose to believe otherwise.

“You sir, are quite mistaken. I don’t know where you are from, but Shadowleaf is well known to us in this region. He is indeed a Ranger Lord.”

“Is his name one word or two?”

The man scoffed. “It’s a single word, not a first and last name.”

“Well, Nefa’s ass, I hate it when people do that. Anyway, let’s not quibble the point.”

“Thank you, sir. I am ranger Scout Baris and first assistant to Ranger Lord Longsight. How might I help you?”

“Greetings, Scout Baris, I am Legendary Ranger Hunter Shadow Leaf. Two words, not one.” He held up two fingers as he spoke. “I am here at the request of Ranger Lord, er, Fist Lord Longsight.”

The blood drained from Baris’ face as he fell back into the chair. The chair grunted in chorus with the man. “Sweet Mighty– Why didn’t you say something?”

“You never asked.”

“Well, that message I just sent to you basically said Fist Lord Longsight had to depart unexpectedly to see about a Ranger’s involvement in a Regicide. He asks you to stay at the fist because he may require your assistance in the near future. He apologizes for not being able to welcome you personally.”

Shadow Leaf blinked at the man. “Hm. I’m sorry, but I was kidding you. I’m actually Ranger Lord Night Tracker seeking an audience with Ranger Lord Swiftfeet. Is she available?”

“What?!” The man bolted to his feet.

“I said I’m Ranger Lord Night Tracker see…king…”

“I heard that already!” Baris’s entire body trembled. “You said you were…and I told you…”

“Yes, about that.” Shadow Leaf adjusted his position, the shift of his soft-soled shoes silent upon the floor. “You should learn to be more careful with those urgent and private messages so they don’t get to the wrong people. It’s fine though. Think of this critical error as a life lesson. A growth opportunity. A–”

“Shadow Leaf!” A tall brute of a man dressed in deer hide shouted from the entrance.

Shadow Leaf turned. “Buckskin! Buckskin in a buck skin! What in Nefa’s vulgar name brings you to this armpit . . .” he cast a glance to Baris, “I mean lap of luxury?”

“Probably the same as you: do a little training and teach the young ones.”

“Ah, so you’re a homeless lout short on coin preying upon the well to do, are you?”

Buckskin’s laugh echoed like the gong of a great bell. “That too, friend, that too.”

“So, you are Shadowleaf then?” Baris blurted in a panic.

“Of course he is!” Buckskin shouted back as they turned to leave.

“What’s with that guy?” Shadow Leaf jerked a thumb back over his shoulder toward Baris before stepping through the doorway.



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Shadow Leaf by Michael R. King (edited by Nona King) | The Soul Cycle: Para

Shadow Leaf: Sca`th Duille

A messenger pigeon bearing the mark of a red hand on its breast landed on a branch above Shadow Leaf’s head. He lay there, on the ground, staring at the bird while debating whether or not to take the message attached to its leg. After all, it was a beautiful night, so why ruin it now? However, he recognized the guild’s mark and knew the mages would continue to pester him until he finally relented.

“All right you damn fool bird, bring me the message. Nefa knows I’m not going to come to you for it.”

No sooner did he utter those words when the bird descended from the branch and onto Shadow Leaf’s chest. Long, calloused fingers held the bird firmly while removing the message. Then he tossed the bird into the darkness behind him. The frantic beating of its wings disappeared into the distance as he unrolled the message.

Shadow Leaf shouted “Alight” at a small pile of wood and it immediately burst into flame creating a nice campfire and providing enough light to read the message. He grinned, always appreciative of his little secret, and proceeded to read the note.

“Shadow Leaf, Ranger Lord Swiftfeet has taken on a ward out of Albervalley. She has shown a remarkable talent that follows the path of your unique expertise. We request your presence at the Fist to train this recruit. Standard compensation applies, and this is a joint request. Sincerely, Ranger Lord Longsight.”

Shadow Leaf blinked at the words “joint request”.

“That’s dirty, Longsight. Effective, but dirty.” He tossed the parchment into the fire and packed up his belongings. Flitting memories and images about his early adventures with Ranger Lord Swiftfeet caused his packing to slow. Of course, Ranger Lord Swiftfeet was only a Runner when they first met: Runner Shaeren. He called himself Runner Vaga back then.

Shadow Leaf smirked as he recalled that meeting, a bow and removal of his cap. “Runner Vaga at your service.”

“I’m Runner Shaeren. Shaeren Latrobe, descendant of multi-generations of rangers.” She spoke formally, and he recalled how odd it sounded when directed at him. “And you?”

“Ah, I am Vaga Bond. A fortunate and skilled street urchin and descendant of multi-generations of street urchins.”

Shaeren stared at him momentarily before responding, and he could still almost feel the chill of disdain from that silent glare. “Are you mocking me?”

“Oh no milady, I am in fact a street urchin and very new to this ranger…thing. I am merely trying to adapt to my strange environment.”

“I see.” She replied, still with a hint of skepticism.

Little did he know he would be paired with her for the next five years. Five of the best yet worst years of his life. His stories of life as a thief fascinated her at the same time her stories of life as a child of ranger parents horrified him. She gasped in horror each time he disappeared into the darkness and picked her pockets, while her elegance, regardless of her level of grime, fascinated him. He admired her ability to pick up skills, how far and fast she could run, the color of her eyes, the length of her neck, the fullness of her–

Shadow Leaf snapped himself out of the reminiscence and cursed the campfire into extinction. He threw on his pack and called to his horse. “Come on, Cur. Let’s go to town.”

A dark gray horse strolled from the darkness and settled alongside Shadow Leaf, who stroked his nose before climbing up onto the beast’s bare back.

Shadow Leaf entered Albervalley for the first time in several years only to discover not much had changed, at least nothing worthy of note. The buildings and shops were the same even down to the shop owners, though some of the guards were new. Fortunately, a few of the guards he knew from years past were promoted rather than dead, not too uncommon.

The only other thing of note was the complete and thorough eradication of his old gang’s markings from his youth. Some seemed to have faded over time, but others were deliberately scratched out. Whatever gang battles had ensued after his departure, it was evident his former gang lost–and thoroughly. He would need to look into that…eventually. As for now, he had other missions to attend to, like getting his guard friends nice and drunk so he could get good information.


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Ep. 31 | Para: Do | #TuesdaySerial


Para didn’t mind the “tell me what you see” requirement as they traveled because she knew most–if not everything–about the area. Well, that was what she thought until Ranger Lord Swiftfeet asked a question about a particular mark in the grass next to the road. Para didn’t see the mark until she knelt on all fours and squinted. “You noticed this? Was it because it didn’t quite fit with what is usually here?”

Ranger Lord Swiftfeet’s eyebrow twitched. “That is a good observation.”

But the elation of praise didn’t last. Not when Para was faced with the fact she didn’t know as much as she thought she did, it didn’t matter she had been raised here. So, Para asked questions as they traveled to wherever they were going. If she wanted to take care of herself, if she wanted to learn how to be a hunter, she needed to know what Ranger Lord Swiftfeet knew. The only way to learn that was to ask.

Ranger Lord Swiftfeet asked almost as many questions as Para, but the ranger lord’s were definitely more difficult to answer. When Para didn’t know the answer, she decided she would ask more questions to give her the chance to maybe find out the answer. It didn’t work very often, but she learned some interesting things about the creatures in the area she hadn’t known before.

Such as there were giant ants in the plains more than two feet long!

Para didn’t much care for ants in the first place, all creepy with their antennae and six legs, so the thought of coming upon a giant one gave her the shivers.

“Is every hunter in your Fist as good as you are in the plains?”

Ranger Lord Swiftfeet didn’t even cast her a sidelong glance. “No. Ranger Lord Longsight and I are the only hunters specialized.”

“You need to be specialized to train others?”


“So, what others are there?”

“Terrains? Or specialized hunters?”


“For each Fist, there is a ranger lord specializing in a terrain style. Terrains consist of plains, mountains, desert, and forest–which also includes marsh and swamp.”

“Does that mean Ranger Lord Longsight’s Fist has a ranger lord for each terrain?”

“Yes, as well as a hunter of a lesser title.”

“Oh. There are a lot of different titles?”

“Ten. Ranger Lord being the tenth.”

Para’s eyes widened. “There’s no title higher than yours?”

“Only that of Fist Ranger Lord.”

The whole thing, though confusing, gave her goosebumps. They were like a band of gypsies!

When twilight began to kiss the horizon, Ranger Lord Swiftfeet decreed it time to begin her training on the proper way to set camp. In that respect the lady ranger lord reminded her of Phillip – always believed his way the only right way to do anything. She didn’t have the heart to tell him that it simply wasn’t so. Of course, he was a lot younger than the lady ranger lord, so Para was more inclined to believe her.

Apparently, the details were very important to Ranger Lord Swiftfeet. If Para performed a task even the slightest bit to her own liking rather than the lady ranger lord’s, she was directed to do it over again. Even if it was the simple digging of the fire pit. She had to fill the hole back in, move to a different location, and start again. By the time Para dug and prepared it to Ranger Lord Swiftfeet’s satisfaction, her arms ached and her shoulders screamed at her to sit down and be still.

And she thought her arms and shoulders ached after sword play with Phillip?

The fire was kept low and Ranger Lord Swiftfeet didn’t talk as she prepared a stake of plain lizard. Para didn’t see a second stake, and her growling stomach wasn’t thrilled at the idea. “Trade you trail rations for a bite of lizard?”

Ranger Lord Swiftfeet didn’t respond at first. Nor did her gaze shift from where she looked out into the distance. “What type of lizard?”

“The kind that is delicious?”

Ranger Lord Swiftfeet’s lips twitched upward before she shifted that intense focus to Para— who just barely kept herself from gulping. “You face challenges with humor.”

“Bad habit.” One she probably learned from Phillip.

“No. It is similar to–” She pressed her lips into a thin line of silence. Then she shifted her focus to Para. “It may give you the strength you need to excel.”

“I want to learn, Ranger Lord Swiftfeet. Won’t that be enough?”


“Well, when did you start training to be a hunter?”

“The moment I was born. My parents were hunters.”

Para lowered her eyes to the cap in her fidgeting fingers. “My parents were tradesmen. My dad….”

“Yet you wanted to be outside. Here in the wilderness outside the gates.”

“There’s more to life than gardens and livestock. More than what I’ve seen in Albervalley. If I don’t see what’s out here, how can I know where I want to be?”

Ranger Lord Swiftfeet inclined her head.

“I don’t want anyone to take care of me.” Para smoothed out her cap. “All my life there has been someone to take care of me. Now it should be me. Right?”

Again, Ranger Lord Swiftfeet inclined her head, a slight smile softening the hard beauty of her face. “This I can do.”

Para smiled, and relief overpowered the anxiety.


To be continued. Updates will be on hold until the release of my Victorian Romance ‘Releasing Yesterday’ in May.

For BACK EPISODES, navigate to the “book page” here: The Soul Cycle: Para.

This series is now being serialized on JukePop Serials, a free site. You can follow updates from any browser, or use their free app and receive updates in real-time. Also, each time you continue to the next episode, this story receives a “+vote” and you support me as a JukePop Serial author!


Author’s Note: The Soul Cycle started way back in November 2008 (for my first National Novel Writing Month venture) when I took one of my husband’s adventure module outlines–complete with maps and descriptions–and wrote life into Para and Mun, a pair of adventurers who had been traveling together for more than three years. The title: To Save A Soul.

The following year I wrote the continuation of that adventure, Silver and Iron, although it remains unfinished, and continued to brainstorm further adventures for my beloved Para and Mun. For the 2012 NaNoWriMo adventure, I wrote a prequel explaining Para Sedi and all her idiosyncrasies. I even began outlining Mun’s introductory novel, which would also include how he and Para first met.

The subject of this weekly serial will be Para & Mun’s story from their utter beginning.

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Ep. 30 | Para: Recruit | #TuesdaySerial


“Just leave?” Para tightened her hand upon the satchel. How could she vanish without Phillip thinking the worst? Mostly the fact she hadn’t heard or seen him for so many days made her worry he might have thought she was gone or in trouble. She checked in with him almost every day. “But my friend—”

“Your friend travels his own path and you yours.” Shaeren shot her another look. “If he is your friend, he will know what you would say.”

Para wasn’t so certain, but as she regarded the lady ranger beside her, she could tell there would be no persuading a change of heart. “How does one become a ‘ranger lord’?” It sounded better than her goal of “guard captain”, definitely.

“We excel.”

Para’s eyebrow twitched upward. “Excel at what?”


“Oh.” Maybe what she knew about archery and sword play wasn’t as awe-inspiring as she thought? “Have you been a ranger lord for a long time?”

“Long enough to become known.”

Confusion dipped her brows. “Known? To whom?”

“Those that matter.”

Para began to suspect that conversations with Ranger Lord Shaeren might prove even more difficult than conversations with Elena.

Shaeren met Para’s sidelong scrutiny, and that hard gaze sent any other questions straight from her head. “Questions will be asked and answered once we are on our way.”

Each word felt as if it were knocked into her head. Para nodded and smiled, scolding herself for successfully navigating her way to the hunter’s bad side. Did she want to be eaten the first night? No. So, she settled herself into the same brisk, long strides as the ranger lord hunter while trying to imitate just how she stepped in hopes she would learn how to walk so silently. She didn’t even make a crunch when stepping on loose pebbles.

How did one do that?

The closer they got to the city’s outer gates, the more often Para cast a quick glance over her shoulder for the other hunter–and for any sign of Phillip or one of his boys. Instead of Phillip, short and lanky Freddy with the white-blond hair and the eyes that saw without seeming like he saw anything faded in and out of her view. He was one of the best at slipping in and out of people’s blind side’s without effort. And even though he didn’t ever quite look in her direction, she still made the sign, palm down at her side, to let him know she was fine but leaving.

But Phillip was nowhere to be seen. It made her stomach feel like she got clobbered with a fencepost. In the past, Phillip always seemed to know when to show up at the right–or wrong–time to help her out of–or into–a bad situation. No, this wasn’t a “bad” situation, but she needed–or wanted–him to show up. Of course, if he did, he might get irritated that she was leaving and not giving him the details as to why and where and for how long—

Para pulled at her braid a couple of times to try and get her brain to quit going in circles. It didn’t help matters at all. What had Ranger Lord Shaeren said? If he were her friend, he would know what she would say? It was certainly better than the other possibility.

Near the gates, Shaeren slipped through the main crowd and came to a sudden halt. Para felt hard-pressed to keep from colliding with her.

She turned on her heel, her features taut and her eyes relentless. “From the mansion to where we now stand, what did you see?”

Familiarity invited a smile and a sense of ease–finally. Phillip and she played this game each day in the market square. Phillip called it “urban survival” for some reason. All she knew was that she wasn’t too bad at this game.

“There was a man in a crimson jacket and black pantaloons who is trying to make people think he still has coin to his name. His clothes aren’t as bright as they should have been, and the velvet is worn at the elbow. One of the guards in the market square has a new sword and scabbard, so he probably had a good night gambling this past week. Might have been last night, since he was clean shaven from the bath house.

“A new weapon smith opened up shop in the market square since last I saw, and the butcher shop is under new management–he changed the store sign. The jeweler was robbed recently because he hired a couple of mercenaries to stand guard, but they might have been the ones who robbed him in the first place because they’re in better weapons and armor than what they should be for mercenaries, and one of them wore a brooch on his cloak that I saw in the man’s store last month. I’m shocked he didn’t notice, the jeweler I mean.”

Shaeren held up her hand. “Good.”


Para squeaked in surprise, clutching at the front of her leather vest as Wendall Longsight appeared from the shadows leading three, pale-brown horses. “How di—I mean, where did you come from?” And how did he get horses to walk like the shadows themselves?

Wendall offered Shaeren the reins of two of the three horses. The hunter Shaeren accepted, both ignoring Para’s question and almost pointedly disregarding her presence. “Observant. Instinctual.”

“You can build on that. Are the skills better than you first thought?”

“For a noble’s ward, yes, and evidently trained by a central-market thief.”

Both Shaeren and Wendall focused their attention to her for an almost painful moment. “Shadowleaf,” the said in unison.

Para could feel the word strike like a pellet from Alric’s favorite sling-shot. “Are you talking about me?”

Shaeren turned for the city gates. “Come along. We have much to do.”

Para didn’t hesitate to follow. Eagerness beat in her chest. “Mr. Longsight?”

“Ranger Lord Longsight,” Shaeren corrected.

“Ranger Lord Longsight?”

“Yes, Recruit Sedi?”

“Lord Henry said something about a fist. What is a fist?”

Ranger Lord Longsight’s eyebrow twitched, though Para couldn’t understand the reason for it. “You might consider a Fist a tribe or clan. Each region is home to a single Fist. Before you ask, I am Ranger Lord of the Fist residing near Albervalley. Meaning, I am the Fist Lord.”

“So, you’re like Lord Henry, but of your Fist?”



Shaeren and Wendall brought her to a halt as the trio guided their horses from the city gates, completely ignoring the guards on each side.

He gripped Shaeren’s forearm and mounted his horse. “Good hunting.” Then he simply rode away.

Para blinked after him, trying not to admit she felt a little unsure at being alone with Ranger Lord Swiftfeet. She tried not to gulp when she noticed the lady hunter focused only on her and not on Ranger Lord Longsight’s exodus. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Ranger Lord Swiftfeet.”

“Ranger Lord Swiftfeet,” Para repeated.

She offered forward the reins. “We will walk and you will tell me what you see. Tonight, you will help make camp, by my instruction, and you will memorize the rules of your training.”

The only rule she had to remember when Phillip trained her was to not say anything stupid. “Yes, Ranger Lord Swiftfeet.”

Shaeren pulled a worn, hard leather book from one of her saddlebags. Her hold upon it paused before she shifted her focus and presented the book toward Para. “This was mine when I knew little or nothing. You know less, so you will study this each evening and morning. Beginning tomorrow, you will write your own book.”

Para accepted the token of knowledge, wide-eyed, fingers tracing the scars of use and runes of wisdom. “Yes, Ranger Lord Swiftfeet.”

Ranger Lord Swiftfeet covered the book with her hand, the long fingers enveloping Para’s with little effort. “Do not allow attachment. One day this will return to me, its rightful owner and, as I said, you will write your own.”

Crimson stained Para’s cheeks as she stammered and slipped the book carefully into her satchel. She would write her own book? The concept seemed more foreign than even the idea of becoming a hunter. “Where are we going?”

Shaeren gestured ahead, the slight motion encompassing the entire road leading from the city gates. When Para waited for more detail, she was met with silence. It hadn’t seemed a stupid question at the time. Para tugged her braid to keep from repeating the question with different words.


To be continued. For BACK EPISODES, navigate to the “book page” here: The Soul Cycle: Para.

This series is now being serialized on JukePop Serials, a free site. You can follow updates from any browser, or use their free app and receive updates in real-time. Also, each time you continue to the next episode, this story receives a “+vote” and you support me as a JukePop Serial author!


Author’s Note: The Soul Cycle started way back in November 2008 (for my first National Novel Writing Month venture) when I took one of my husband’s adventure module outlines–complete with maps and descriptions–and wrote life into Para and Mun, a pair of adventurers who had been traveling together for more than three years. The title: To Save A Soul.

The following year I wrote the continuation of that adventure, Silver and Iron, although it remains unfinished, and continued to brainstorm further adventures for my beloved Para and Mun. For the 2012 NaNoWriMo adventure, I wrote a prequel explaining Para Sedi and all her idiosyncrasies. I even began outlining Mun’s introductory novel, which would also include how he and Para first met.

The subject of this weekly serial will be Para & Mun’s story from their utter beginning.

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angelsbannerMeet Madison Andrews from Entertaining Angels.  She’s a sixteen year old girl from, as she puts it, “Nowheresville, MS.”  Just like most teenage girls, Madison feels unlovable and unwanted.  In her eyes, she’s fat, ugly, and undesirable.

To be honest, I don’t know many teens who don’t suffer from some feeling similar to my Mads.  Mads is me from high school, so she’s really special to me.  Of course, there are things about her that are different, but I drew on real life emotions and experiences for inspiration.  (It was extremely difficult writing that.)  Madison feels like no one will ever want her, so she’s accepted that she’ll probably only live with a few cats when she gets older.

She has no idea what she wants to do with her life, but just like with us all, we have a higher calling.  She just can’t see it yet.  Madison struggles, yes, but God will use her before it’s over with.

When Madison first meets Zach, she sees a guy who is totally hot and unattainable, yet she’s the first girl he shows interest in.  It isn’t Ashley, the popular head cheerleader, nor is it her skinny, sexy friends.  It’s her, and Mads doesn’t know why, but she doesn’t complain.  She accepts his attention eventually, much to her best friend’s dismay.

Chase Sanders, Madison’s nerdy best friend.  He likes superhero films and video games, but he’s always been there for her.  He’s her rock.  And when she gets it in her head that she has to starve herself to be beautiful, he works his hardest to prove otherwise.  Mads cherishes Chase.  She can’t live without him.  So when she thinks she’s going to lose him, she has to make a hard decision.  Does she take a leap of faith or deal with the consequences of losing him?

Madison is just like any other normal teenage girl.  She has to learn to accept herself for who she is and understand that she’s beautiful.  God has a message for her, and she has no choice but to listen.

How does Madison face the torment of her peers and her own thoughts?  Find out when Entertaining Angels is released, hopefully in May 2014.


About Emerald:

Emerald_03-2014Emerald Barnes graduated with a B.A. in English with an emphasis on Creative Writing at Mississippi University for Women.  She resides in a small town in Mississippi and has the accent to prove it.

She mainly writes suspense/thrillers in the YA genre, but she dabbles in other genres and her books are enjoyed by all ages!   She’s constantly working on new novels and has more ideas than she knows what to do with.  She blogs which takes up more of her time than she anticipates but loves it so very much!  She’s also a volunteer at the World Literary Cafe which is amazing, and she is a crazy grammar nazi who proofreads novels!

She’s an auntie to three beautiful nieces and two handsome nephews who take up the other half of her time, but she couldn’t imagine spending her time in any other way!

She’s a Whovian, a little bit of a nerd, a reader, a writer, and a family-oriented person.  God is number One in her life, and she thanks Him continuously for His love and favor.

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