Jennifer Scales and the Messenger of Light
Table of Contents
- PROLOGUEEmergence
- CHAPTER 1The Return from Crescent Valley
- CHAPTER 2The Best Man’s Funeral
- CHAPTER 3Aunt Tavia
- CHAPTER 4Catherine’s First Hunt
- CHAPTER 5A Blaze of Dragons
- CHAPTER 6Logic Puzzles
- CHAPTER 7Another Dimension’s Child
- CHAPTER 8The Elder’s Funeral
- CHAPTER 9The Beaststalker Trial
- INTERLUDEEvolution
- CHAPTER 10The Halloween Dance
- CHAPTER 11Suspicions
- CHAPTER 12Evangelos and the Beaststalker
- INTERLUDEConfusion
- CHAPTER 13Sanctuary
- CHAPTER 14No Love
- CHAPTER 15Evangelos Exposed
- CHAPTER 16Sibling Rivalry
- CHAPTER 17The Return to Crescent Valley
- EPILOGUERebirth
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“A good, entertaining story filled with some intriguing turns and surprises…giv[es] off a Buffyesque vibe. Jennifer is a good, strong character with a lot of potential, and I look forward to future offerings in this series.”
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Jennifer Scales and the Messenger of Light
MaryJanice Davidson and Anthony Alongi
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For Liam,
who is always nice to his sister.
PROLOGUE
Emergence
^
»
The entire subterranean town of Coober Pedy was dark and quiet when the monster came.
Coober Pedy, self-described opal capital of the world, was a unique place in the world. This opal mining community in south-central Australia evolved partly underground so that the original miners would be sheltered from the brutal elements of the outback desert. With many homes, churches, and even shops underground, the township drew a modest number of tourists every year.
But there was no one near, above or below ground, when the portal opened. It was evening, and too far from town for anyone to see.
Near the Dog Fence built long ago by European settlers to keep dingoes at bay, an unusually bright crescent moon shone down upon the vast expanse of rocky plains. High above this otherworldly, cracked-stone landscape, a fiery rift appeared in midair with a sizzle. The tear gaped for a moment, revealing a world beyond far darker than the twilit sky. Then the beast emerged.
Blackness surrounded its head and body. Only six spindly legs and two long, narrow, tattered wings pierced the darkness. The limbs stretched and clawed at the air outside the portal it had created, and then pulled the rest of the shadow through. A tail with a scythelike tip slipped through the rift, and then the portal snapped shut soundlessly.
There was no one around for miles, the thing realized as it hovered in midair. Was this the right place?
It was close. Without sight, sound, or even scent, it could nevertheless feel the beginning of everything. It was just a short flight away.
Once it found the trail, it would be able to pull in more thoughts and memories. Not just those twisted inside its own mind—but of others across time and space. It had taught itself this skill where it grew up. Where you learned quickly or died.
It had been alone when it was younger, and easy prey. Now it was still alone, but as a hunter.
Tattered wings flapped, and the shadow rose to eclipse the moon. It followed the trail of memory north, wings and limbs raging against the thick air of this world. From unseen jaws, a silent howl let loose in a strange tongue, a single word that no one else could hear or understand.
Father
!
CHAPTER 1
The Return from Crescent Valley
“That place is so amazing!”
“I’m glad you like it, ace.”
Jennifer Scales flew over the surface of the lake on bright blue dragon wings, letting a hind claw skim the water’s surface. The crescent moon slipped away under the horizon and gave way to the morning sun. “I can’t wait to go back again!”
Jonathan Scales chuckled at his daughter’s enthusiasm, silver eyes aglow and indigo features proud. “That’s the third time you’ve been there in the past two months! It may be a while before we can find time to get there again, with school starting and all.”
“I suppose. Soccer season’s already—”
“Uh-oh.” They were coming up to the shore of the lake now, and could make out the large cabin and farm where Jennifer’s grandfather lived. But it was not Crawford Thomas Scales waiting for them alone on the north lawn.
It was a beaststalker. Beaststalkers were the mortal enemies of weredragons like Jennifer, Jonathan, and Crawford. Unlike weredragons, they did not change shape every crescent moon, but kept their skills and prowess with lethal weapons poised each and every day.
This beaststalker had its sword out and stared at the two dragons with an inscrutable expression as they increased their speed to meet her. Blonde hair swept over cold emerald eyes and a tight frown.
“Your mother looks pretty annoyed.”
“You didn’t tell her again?” Jennifer could not hide the dismay in her voice. “You said you had asked her if we could go!”
“Well…technically…she wasn’t around when I asked. So I left her a note.”
“Daaad! That never works! She doesn’t just get angry at you, you know.”
“Easy, ace.” Her father grinned. “It’ll burn off fast once we’re back. Just let me handle this.”
They reached the shore and touched gently upon the ground. Jonathan strode right up to his wife on his hind legs, stretched his wings out in a welcoming hug, and began to speak.
“Liz, honey…”
Before he could get another word out, Dr. Elizabeth Georges-Scales stepped past her husband with lightning speed and shoved him over her leg. With a gasp of smoke the winged beast found himself flat on his back, breath knocked out of him.
“I’ll deal with you later. You.” She pointed right at Jennifer and spoke in calm but clipped tones. “You should know better. I expect this sort of stunt from this idiot. But not you.”
“Mom, he told me—”
“Oh, he tells me stuff every day! ‘I mowed the lawn, honey!’ ‘My dirty socks aren’t strewn all over the living room floor, honey!’ ‘I have a brain, honey!’ I still double-check. And so should you. If you haven’t learned that about him after fifteen years, you’re not as bright as your teachers insist you are.”
“Okay, Mom. But there’s still time this weekend for beaststalker training!”
Elizabeth raised her voice. “You had all last year to practice flipping your tail and flapping your wings…”
“—you know it’s more than—”
“…I asked for just one thing from you this year. Focus! That’s all. Focus!”
“That’s all?”
“And instead, you go off to your secret hideaway, on the moon or wherever. As if I’d know, because your father won’t even tell me…”
“—we’re not allowed to—”
“…and of all the weekends to go! I had planned a surprise for you!” The harsh, clipped tones were gone now. Jennifer could see her mother straining to keep her composure. Dr. Georges-Scales almost never cried—the only time she had done so was last spring, when her family had been in severe danger. But her jade eyes betrayed a bit of moisture.
Although she still felt most—if not all—of the mess was her dad’s doing, Jennifer instantly gave in at the sight of those watery eyes. “I’m sorry, Mom.” Deflated, she flexed her muscles and shifted back into human form, a teenaged girl with platinum blonde hair, gray eyes, and wiry limbs. As the new incarnation of the legendary Ancient Furnace, she was the only weredragon anyone knew who could change back and forth at will. “No more dragon shape, until next crescent moon. I promise.”
After a short sniffle, Elizabeth allowed a tight smile. “Thank you. We should have a short training session this morning, assuming you’re up for it. Then, I’d like to give you your birthday present.”
“My present? But September just started. My birthday’s not for another seventeen days!”
“I received it earlier than expected. I wanted to surprise you. You know, do something nice for you, if your father has no objection.”
She delivered this last line with a fierce kick to the pale belly of the miserable creature at her feet. With a short oomph, Jonathan rolled over and sputtered, “Sorry, Elizabeth darling…”
“Not yet, you’re not. Jennifer dear, go on inside. Your father and I will finish this conversation in private.”