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The Guardians of Light

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Shyla is a natural at guiding white light. Her power spikes when her father's protective magic wears off with her twenty-first birthday. It attracts the attention of a handsome seeker who sets out to recruit her in order to protect her from Baal, the devil's right-hand man. Baal senses Shyla as a threat and is on the move to destroy her. Can the Guardians of Light protect and train her in time? How does handsome Kano fit into her life with his amazing ability to replenish her power?

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Chapter One - Glimmer of Power
Chapter One   All heads swiveled in Shyla’s direction as the plate shattered against the cool tile floor of the café.  She had hoped to avoid notice, but the waitress positioned in front of her chosen spot had demolished any chances of that.  Shyla shrunk back into the shadows of the dark corner booth, snuggled more deeply into her black hoodie, and looked down at her phone; she hoped to avoid any attention from others in the eatery.  The bustle of activity to remove the crushed dinnerware and remnants of food entertained customers only momentarily.  It appeared that the normal activity of eating soon resumed.  Still, Shyla didn’t risk sneaking a peek around for a good half hour. The young woman had come to the restaurant to think things through.  It was a private place she’d spent many moments to gather thoughts and process information.  There was enough traffic to keep the doors open and the café operating smoothly but not enough that it was thriving all operating hours.  Shyla had just turned twenty-one, and now things had taken a drastic turn.  She’d always known that she was not normal in the sense that most young people were; she had accepted that long ago, but now things had evolved into the dangerous realm.  She just couldn’t understand why. At the age of five, Shyla had become aware that she had a source of power that surged around and through her, protecting her and her loved ones from catastrophe.  Through the years, she’d learned, just a little, about how to direct and wield it to a small degree.  She felt that the power was a gift from God because the influence manifested itself as a silvery-white translucent glow and, well… it just felt right.  It was good.  It made her want to do good things – to heal, to help, to encourage, and guide. Then, at eighteen, three years after the disappearance of her father from her life, her mother encouraged her to seriously delve into defensive classes.  Shayla had taken the opportunity to expel any lingering sadness at her lost relationship.  As a result, the young woman was a master at Karate, an brilliant fencer, and deadly with knives.  She could shoot almost any handgun or rifle tossed her way with precision worthy of a master.  Years ago, she’d thought it silly for her mother to make such a request, but she enjoyed the exercise and control over her mind and body, so really she had never questioned why.  Currently, she stewed her mother’s motives.  Why hadn’t her mother ever confided in her?  Now it was too late for questions; her mother passed over a year ago: she was completely on her own. Recently, since her birthday anyway, Shyla had a sense of foreboding.  There was a distinguishable weight that had attached itself to the light power that was always entangling her aura.  In addition, she had also been recently followed on at least four occasions.  Shyla felt lucky that her grandmother, a half Cherokee, had taught her how to track and avoid being detected by a seeker from age nine and on.  Each time she’d been followed, she’d given her stalker the slip without incident.  If she talked to anyone about being pursued, that confidant would think Shyla was paranoid; it made her doubt herself when her instincts weren’t directing her.  However, she’d escaped many dangerous and troubling situations with the subtle sixth sense the Power blessed her with.    Being shadowed couldn’t be her imagination… could it?       Kano had watched her slim and petite form slip into the café about an hour prior.   He’d sensed that she’d come today.  Normally, she detected him immediately, but today she seemed preoccupied; she had not yet felt his energy.  She was pretty good at masking the glimmer of power that always surrounded her like a glove, for only a snatch of the bright, entwining cloak was apparent beneath the darkness she tried to hide behind.  The contrast – white to black – almost made the authority stand out like a beacon to his trained eye.  That was okay.  She didn’t know it yet, but he was here to help.  If he didn’t help her conceal to a greater degree, she really would be in trouble.  Baal was on the hunt.  Shyla seemed to disappear from her corner booth and reappear at the register to pay her bill.  She was very good at inconspicuous.  However, he was better.  It was her extraordinary levels of power that helped her become aware of him.  Still, he was no stranger to the force himself.  When she melted out the door, Kano disappeared behind her.  Silently, he tracked her from a bit of a distance.  She was distracted today and seemed unaware.  This was not good… for her.       Shyla was attentive to the fact that she was being followed, and she had a plan.  This was the last time she was going to be followed by the guy.  She was going to get to the bottom of this, one way or another.  What else did she have to lose? She was about a half of a block in front of him.   When she turned round a corner of a rundown old brick building, she quickly slid into a crevice.  Quietly, she waited.  Right when he turned the corner, she jumped out with a tactical knife held lightly in her hand.  Just at the right moment, he jumped lithely back.  His cat-like reflexes kept him out of harm’s way.  Immediately, Shyla knew he must also possess a sixth sense. “Who are you?” she hissed between clenched teeth. “I am Kano,” he stated simply.  “I’m here to help you.”  He stood easily.  She noted that he also didn’t seem surprised. “You’ve been stalking me, and you expect me to believe you’re here to help me?” Shyla scuffed.  “Please.  What do I need help with?”  She paused for effect, “Enlighten me.” “I will.  Just… put down your knife.  I don’t want to fight.”  He held up his hands to show he wasn’t armed. “Like hell I will!”  Shyla flipped the knife easily from one hand to the other, showing a level of mastery that he’d never witnessed before in one so young.  “I hate to talk in public in case we’re overheard,” Kano revealed.  “I see no one near to overhear,” Shyla stated flatly. “It’s not people I fear of hearing,” Kano countered.  Shyla mused quietly over his utterance.  However, she kept a wary eye to her opponent. “I don’t know you,” she said finally.  She raised her dark brows.  “Why in the world do you want to ‘help’ me?” “There are several reasons.  The biggest reason is that you interest me.  The others I will tell you later when we talk.” “You mean, if we talk.” “We will talk.  I just hope you’ll let me help you before it is too late.  I’d prefer talk to you when you’re willing rather than when you’re not.” Her eyes narrowed and she hissed, “Are you threatening me?” “No.  I’m warning you of a coming danger,” he insisted.  “You’re not safe.  I can help if you’ll just let me.” Shyla contemplated the tall man standing easily before her.  He didn’t appear to be concerned for his safety even though she held a military grade combat knife.  He wasn’t relaxed entirely, however; she knew he watched her with a measured eye.  Kano was easily 6’2” with a trim and athletic build.  He was well muscled but not overly so.  He looked like he was born to run.  Normally, a man of his stature could easily overpower one of hers without batting an eye.  Shyla had a feeling he knew it, too. Kano had black short hair and brilliant emerald eyes.  He was watching her intently.  Her instincts were not screaming to escape: it was a good sign.  However, she was not a very trusting individual. “Well?”  he finally asked.  “Let’s end this standoff.” “There is a little matter of trust,” Shyla informed softly.  “You’ve followed me on numerous occasions.  It would be stupid of me to just go gallivanting off with you with no worries.” “Agreed.  However, if I were going to attack you, I would have far before this.” Shyla merely c****d a brow in his direction.  A mocking expression slightly upturned her lips. “If you don’t go with me, how are you going to shake me from tailing you?” he said with a slow smile. “You might be surprised.” Kano continued to smile gently at Shyla before saying, “Ok.  Would you meet me… oh, say this evening?  We can determine when and where.  I need to have a private sort of place, but you need a public one so that you can feel safer.  Any suggestions?” Shyla considered his words.  He was right.  She needed to agree to meet him so that he would stop following her.  She would be getting to the bottom of why he was shadowing her.  The other choice was to be stalked by the guy. As attractive as he was, Shyla didn’t welcome any unwanted attention. “Yes.  I’ll meet you at the art gallery.  There is a new artist show tonight.  We can talk but still have the company of the public.” “Perfect.  I’ll see you then.”  With that, Kano turned and retraced his steps. Shyla watched his lithe form until he disappeared from her sight.  She slid down the brick wall behind her and sat.  She reached in to the back pocket of her jeans and retrieved a crumpled envelope.  It was addressed to her in her mother’s handwriting.  She hadn’t gathered up the courage to open it since it had arrived on her birthday a week ago. How could it be from her mother?  Slowly, Shyla opened the weathered envelope and pulled out the delicate paper housed within. She unfolded it with loving care.  A tear slid slowly down her cheek as she began to read.   Dearest daughter,   I love you more than I can ever tell you.  I’m so sorry that I’m not here to support and protect you anymore.  I knew this day would come.  It just came sooner than I ever anticipated.    My love, you are very special.  As you are well aware, you are different from any around you.  There is a reason for that.  You are the powerful daughter of a great leader, a frontrunner who is one of the highest in Power of the White Light.  Therefore, you have many enemies.  They will want to destroy the threat you represent to them.   I’m sorry I never revealed this to you before.  It was important that your true personality develop and not be wielded by power.  Power, as you know, can corrupt.  You are old enough now that you are who you are and power will be shaped by you instead of you by it.   However, your training is not nearly complete.  You are very competent, but so is the evil that will want to destroy you.  You need to find someone who will train you in the arts of power.  Do not put this off.  Your father had placed a protection on you until you became an adult.  At the age of 21, this immense protective influence with be greatly diminished in strength.  It is now up to you to protect yourself.  You alone are not enough.  Surround yourself with others who are similar.  It is all that can save you.    With all my love forever, Mom   What could her mother mean?  How was she supposed to find people who could train her to use her power more efficiently?  Was she just to walk up to someone and ask?  A quiet tear trailed down her cheek.  Shyla wiped it away and leapt to her feet.  Carefully, she refolded the envelope and tucked it back into the safety of her pocket.  Then she headed home.    

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