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    Aelish & The Ladies of the Muted Forest: A Watcher Series Mini Novella: The Watcher Series
    Aelish & The Ladies of the Muted Forest: A Watcher Series Mini Novella: The Watcher Series
    Aelish & The Ladies of the Muted Forest: A Watcher Series Mini Novella: The Watcher Series
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    Aelish & The Ladies of the Muted Forest: A Watcher Series Mini Novella: The Watcher Series

    By AJ Eversley

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    Fate has always been the guiding light that Aelish followed. As the leader of the Ladies of the Muted Forest, she has been tasked with protecting her people and protecting their future. But when the stars send her a message, and a warming, she must venture into unfamiliar territory for the sake of all of humanity.  

    This exclusive Watcher Series mini novella will tie it all together. Questions will be answered, and the stars will finally reveal a fate set in place long before the destruction of Cytos. 

    Find out more about Aelish and the Ladies of the Muted Forest in this final mini novella from the World of Watcher

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAJ Eversley
    Release dateFeb 10, 2018
    ISBN9781386711582
    Aelish & The Ladies of the Muted Forest: A Watcher Series Mini Novella: The Watcher Series

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      Aelish & The Ladies of the Muted Forest - AJ Eversley

      Aelish & the Ladies of the Muted Forest

      A Watcher Series Mini Novella

      By: AJ Eversley

      Aelish & the Ladies of the Muted Forest

      Copyright © 2018 Amy Eversley

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

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      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      The Journey Continues…

      Watcher Excerpt

      About the Author

      More from AJ Eversley

      Chapter 1

      I stepped onto the dry sands of the Wastelands and took a deep breath, filling my lungs before I steadied into a jog. I may have the body of an old woman, and the snow-white hair to match, but I was strong and skilled. I wouldn’t slow down. I was the leader of the Ladies of the Muted Forest, and with that burden, I, too, had to keep my presence away from the forest brief.

      For many years, I’d listened to the stars. They whispered to me, filling me with a knowledge few will ever understand. Tonight was no different. I had run with haste toward the Wastelands. A cool breeze carried me, surrounding me with the pine smell of hadn’t the forest I loved. It led me to a place most did not enter, but the Ladies of the Muted Forest knew it was safe. We knew many things the world outside our forest was unaware of. It was best kept that way.

      This was my second journey across the Wastelands, which separated the Muted Forest from the city of Cytos. My first journey was only two years earlier when I was summoned by the stars to a birthing room at a hospital inside the city limits. I wasn’t often pulled toward the city nor to its people. An evil had crawled across the lands. If I failed at the mission that the stars revealed to me, the consequences would be devastating. Just the thought of failure made my stomach clench.

      That was how this worked, this gift I was given. The stars spoke to me and guided me where I was most needed. I, in turn, would do as I was asked, and never reveal any information that the stars deemed only me worthy to know. It was my burden alone to bear. Though I was grateful for my gifting and proud to have been chosen, I was torn by the weight of responsibility that fell upon my shoulders.

      All the Ladies of the Muted Forest had a gift, bestowed upon us long before my generation was born. My ancestors found that the forest provided much more than just safety for our people after a war that reshaped the very ground we stood on. Within this forest was a power that allowed our gifts to come into fullness. Each human had something inside them, waiting to be revealed—a gift, an ability, call it what you will—but we all have it. The forest opened them for us. For others, their abilities would never be revealed, and for a few they would be forced out and used for evil.

      The hard, packed sand turned to soft rolling dunes. By the time the clouded over sun rose, I was forced to wait out the rain under the shelter of my canvas tent. The cold rain seeped into the very marrow of my bones, chilling me from head-to-toe. This was why I traveled at night, knowing the temperatures in the desert would be even colder at night. The rains of a warmer winter climate were dreary and dark, a contrast to the forest I lived in. I could feel when the temperature dropped, and the rains came in before I had even seen a single cloud. Rain has a distinct smell, and mixed with the desert it was both a blessing and a curse when the cool air filled my lungs. I kept moving through mud and sand until I reached the stone wall surrounding the city of Cytos on my third day of travel.

      I made quick work navigating the city and its busy streets. I kicked off mud and dirt from my boots as I ran. The day had only just begun. Single Person Air Crafts, or SPACs as they called them, were transporting humans and bots to their places of work, humming over the magnetic streets. It was a sight I was both aware of but unfamiliar with. Truth be told, I wasn’t comfortable here. I preferred the quiet of the forest and its people.

      I weaved through the streets between tall, towering buildings until I found the one I was looking for. Ian J. Coleman General Hospital was written on the outside in large, bold letters.

      I walked through the doors. May I help you? A plump, curly-haired lady at the front desk asked. I shook off the rain still coating my black cloak.

      Yes, I am looking for my daughter’s room, I lied. Would there be a Russo on your list somewhere?

      The lady typed in the name to her computer. Oh yes, here it is. Floor 19, Room 117. And congratulations on being a new grandmother.

      I smiled to her before I made my way to the elevator. Lying wasn’t something I liked doing, but that was my only way to locate the woman, along with the newborn baby. I was sent with a gift and a message. The guilt was easy to swallow back, for the purpose was greater.

      The elevator dinged when it

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