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"Book 1 of The Fall Of Destiny Series [Being re-written]"

	The Light Gardens - Prologue	585 dni temu
	Book 2, The Light Gardens, will take place in 2015, 15 years after The Midnight Tower, When Sakura is 12 years old. Although I am still writing The Midnight Tower, I decided to write the prologue of The Light Garden. Here it is ladies and gentlemen, exclusively for you, the prologue of The Light Garden! Prologue – “A guilty conscience” LEICESTER – ENGLAND Adele sat at her desk, her mind racing with what she was about to do. She didn’t know if it was right, in fact she knew very strongly that it wasn’t, but she had to do it. Her life was on the line here. The thing that was confusing her, is that she was going to be helping the very person who was putting her life on the line. She opened the drawer in her desk, withdrawing a small bottle, which had once contained Dilute Potassium Cyanide, and been emptied into her Master’s tea. She had kept as a sort of ‘momenteo’ It had reminded her to never do anything for Rahn again, but now it wasn’t working. She gripped it tightly, so tightly that the bottle shattered in her hands, and what didn’t stick into her hands fell straight to the table. Her head was swimming, but she still sat firmly where she was. The phone rang and she tapped a button on her desk, the screen in front of her on the desk lit up, and a face appeared on the webcam. He was a ragged, but still well kept man, with dark hair that wasn’t quite black and a beard which reached not far past his chin that matched it. He lifted his head and Adele shifted in her seat. “Do you have them?” he asked. His voice was rough, and he had a Russian accent. “Yes.” Adele replied. “The Brtitish launch is ready for your men to take control of any second.” “The Launch codes?” asked the man at the other end of the webcam. “You’ll need 2 for each of the three launches, and once one is used, it cannot be used again, even if it is cancelled.” “Excellent, and these codes are?” “For security reasons, I am having my men e-mail you the 6 codes from 6 separate accounts. I would advise yourself to provide me with another private address to send them all to.” “Good” He said the single word, then shouted something in Russian. A rather short man appeared at his side and there were some very quick mumblings, of which sounded Russian, but Adele wouldn’t have understood even if they were English due to the speed of them. The short man nodded his head and ran off. “My men are setting up such an account now, the address will be revival@tokarev.ru and it should be active within 20 minutes. I expect the codes to be in the inbox by 3:00 tonight.” Announced the man. “They will be.” She said, before pressing another button, turning off the screen. She stood up and walked straight for the door. What was she doing? Why had she just agreed to that? She still didn’t know, but she did know that this was the wrong decision. Even though she knew it was wrong, she still went ahead with it. It was her only choice. She kept a pistol in the drawer next to the door, and she took it out before she left the room. It was a fine gun, a TT-30. It was a semi-automatic Russian model, developed by Fedor Tokarev during World War II. It was originally developed as a replacement for the older Nagant M1895 Revolvers. Strangely enough, it was a gift to her from Boris Tokarev. The name was a complete co-insidence however, as they were no relation despite sharing a name. She took the elevator from the 3rd floor to the ground and walked out the front doors, pistol in hand. She went to the river which was only a few streets away from her office, and found the bridge. It was ironic really. He father had commited suicide on this very bridge. He’d hung himself with her skipping rope, she’d only been 9 at the time. Now she was 43, and she wanted to go out at the same place. She held the gun up to her head and put her finger on the trigger. Something knocked her to the side, and she smacked her head off the wooden floor of the bridge. She stood up, holding her head, and looked at the man who had hit her. He was holding her gun, so she couldn’t get at it. “What are you doing” she screamed, tears trailing her mascara down her face. “Let me die” “No, Suicide is not the way. I don’t know you, and I don’t know how bad it is, but no-one deserves to die” his voice was very convincing. She collapsed to her knees and looked up at him. She saw her father in him. She crawled over to him on her hands and knees. “Please. I’m begging you. Give it back.” She cried. “No, not if you’re going to shoot yourself.” He said, determined. “I wont, just give it back please, that gun is worth so much to my family” she lied. “I’m calling the police, they can decide what to do” he said. He was obviously confused, and he reached for his mobile. She saw her chance, and punched the man in the chest. As soon as she hit him, he grabbed her hand, but she used her other hand to punch him in the jaw as he’d bent down to grab it. He stumbled backwards, dropping the gun. Adele dived for the gun, but the man ran into her, ploughing his foot into her side. She kept a firm grip on her gun, and she pulled the trigger three times. The man flew backwards from the force of the bullets hitting his chest and Adele Phelts ran up to the edge of the bridge before pulling the trigger on her head. Click. No bullets. Adele was confused, the gun held 8 bullets. She had no time to think about where the 5 bullets had gone, she jumped onto the handrails and off the bridge.
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