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Guardians of the Edge: Last of the Portal Keys

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. The artifact flared to life, the glow of it throwing so much heat through the room Aiden winced back. He caught a glimpse of his parent’s shocked faces as the glow enveloped them. As suddenly, the light vanished. He blinked, fighting to regain his night eyes as sparkles shifted and whorled across his vision, heart hammering suddenly so loud in his ears he couldn't hear past his own pulse. It only took seconds, but it seemed an eternity while he fought off the last of the afterimage and stared in disbelief. The prize lay on the pedestal, the glass case resting on the floor beside it. Two black backpacks lay collapsed nearby. But his parents... they were nowhere to be seen. Twelve-year-old master thief Aiden Trent has been trained by the best—his parents. It is rumored there is nothing they can’t steal. So when an easy job in an old museum comes up, they take it. Trouble is, the goal is no ordinary prize. In a flash of light, his parents disappear, leaving Aiden to uncover the secret behind the artifact while he flees from the man who hired them to steal it in the first place.

Patti Larsen · แฟนตาซี
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Chapter Twenty Two : Swamp

Aiden watched the Key fall ahead of him as he found himself plunging from a height into a pond of brackish water. He went under, with only enough time to draw a breath to hold. He was propelled further under the murky stuff as Ashala's full weight landed on him. He struggled to the surface, sputtering for breath, happy to be alive and well and in a world that didn't seem to present any immediate danger.

His relief was short-lived as a pair of hands latched onto his legs and pulled him under.

Aiden kicked to free himself, but with little luck. He managed to surface again once, the weight of the armor and boots pulling against him as much as his attacker. It took him a panicked moment to realize he wasn't under attack after all.

Ashala was drowning.