Starwalker (Starborn 1) (Sci-Fi Fantasy Romance)
wish to tell him. It’s your choice.”
    Breckken would definitely not be telling Gill. He wouldn’t lie to his best friend but as was obvious, Breck was talented in the skill of avoidance.
    Besides, Gill wouldn’t understand, and would mock him to the ends of the earth.
    By morning, Breckken was anxious to get back to the city and see with his own eyes that Canna was well.
    With his father’s help, he filed all the necessary codes for transfer to the Nova Guard outpost near the city and they were able to leave unto An`gel. The farther they traveled, the easier the journey got. It was as if Canna was the medicine, exact type and dosage, to cure what ailed him.
    He should resent her for her effect on him, but how could he. She hadn’t chosen this path any more than he had.
    He found her castle as soon as he was in the city. It was easy. All he had to do was look for the largest one. But she wasn’t home. There was a compulsion deep within him to set his eyes upon her, to be sure of her safety, so he went searching for her.
    An hour passed, but still no Cannalise. He became frantic, rushing up streets and pushing through the crowds. If not for his father’s steady hand he might have injured someone for all the slipping and sliding he managed.
    He climbed up the bridge, for the second time, and looked in every direction, his eyes frantically scanning the gleaming streets and buildings. Where? Where was his little Heartbeat? Was she indoors perhaps?
    He spotted her sitting cross-legged on a slab of ice that was made into a bench. Next to her, one of the more exquisite fountains that decorated the city gurgled and spewed water in various directions.
    But she wasn’t paying attention to the splendor of the water. No, she was carving into the bench with something sharp. Whittling. She was safe, and whittling.
    His breath eased out of his lungs in a long, heavy stream as he just gazed at her, relief replacing every ounce of worry.
    Beside him, his father sighed. “I do not understand why this has happened to you, my son, but I know something great is to come of it.” Breckken forced himself to look away from the little royal and met his father’s firm warrior stare. “Let us find you a dwelling so I may return to your mother.”
    Breckken nodded, now understanding why his father so hated to be apart from his mother. It was like the very muscle that pumped inside your chest wouldn’t work right without the other half. It was an eerie feeling. And in Breckken’s case, there was also the sickness.
    They found a room for rent at the farthest end of the city, near the east wall. It was about as far away from Canna’s castle as Breckken could get and still remain within the city limits. He couldn’t risk her seeing him—at least not as more than a passing stranger. And luckily An`gel was a big enough place for him to hide. Still, he would have to be vigilant. Her care was now in his hands. If he failed her, he failed them both.
    His Father was right. He must let his little Canna be. Must not interfere anymore than to keep her from harm’s way. For only then would she grow into the woman who was hand-picked by the Fates especially for him.
    He grinned and sent a silent thanks heavenward.
    She was his. Someday, they would be together. He would hold her in his arms and make her smile and touch her cheek when she blushed. It wouldn’t be long. Years could fly by quickly.
    No, it wouldn’t be long.
     

Chapter Three
     
    One thousand and four years later…
    Yes, you read that right. One thousand and four years later…
    Cannalise strolled through her home city at a leisurely pace, her father’s arcbow slung over her left shoulder, the silver quiver full of ice arrows strapped to her back. She stared straight ahead, not caring enough to look anybody in the eye. Her gaze was as glacial as the ice upon which the great city was built, and no other dared to clash with it.
    It was just as she preferred it.
    As she made her way
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