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|Healing Starlight - Series Part One (standard:fantasy, 76155 words)|
|Author: Erwin A.Stevens||Added: Dec 11 2019||Views/Reads: 120/56||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A STORY OF Redemption, help and healing of a friend across the span of 5 centuries by a once human turned Elf. Giving back and second chances to his friend.|
Healing Starlight By E.A Stevens & N.A Miller The Dedication(s): To: Gail Baudino, (and the Elves of Malvern): Thanks for the Inspiration to get me writing again, and your book's help and healing, "Alanae ea yolisi, Elthia!" This is also for Mimi "Mouse" Stewart, who passed from cancer. (1954-2009) To the friends of Mimi Stewart, nicknamed the "De Anza Rat Pack", for your dedication, friendship and long lasting inspiration. Rain: It fell steadily upon the city and suburbs of San Jose, a promise of the coming spring, but a cold, grudging one to be sure. The men repairing the roof of the Art Forum building located on the sprawling campus of De Anza College had given up shortly before noon. The business vendors that had set up in the main quad admitted defeat only a little while later, packing up their wares with numb fingers to trudge wearily into the nearby Student Campus Center soaked and shivering on this Dark December day. Mimi "Mouse" Stewart made her way down a path in the Sciences Quad (S-Quad). Wind now, the almost sleet stung her eyes and cheeks as she paused to wipe her face on her sleeve, and casually, pulled up the hood of her parka up a little further around herself. She had just arrived by her ride share to the campus, and somehow with the rain, the cold and the lack of people in the quad she had become thoroughly lost. Sitting in her wheelchair under an overhang outside one of many classrooms, she peered up through the drops searching for landmarks. Robert, her fiancé, had mentioned many constructions to the aging campus after her departure a few months ago, but surely, something had to be familiar. "Every time there is construction it makes this place crazy." Mimi thought, and she shook her head in disgust, grimacing at the many yellow barriers that littered the quad. The middle-aged woman had been correct in her deduction, enduring many such occurrences over the course of three years before her short absence. As she sat under the overhang, she managed to make out the Minolta Planetarium that poked up above the rooftops, and at last, the large building of the Library that sat next to the main campus. Rolling through the water and debris that flowed down the pathway, she took her next turning, pushing her wheelchair down the common path with confident strokes, quickly crossing the meadow that lay deserted in the wet, smiling when she saw the center quad broad and familiar. She did not see the piece of pavement that protruded from the ground, uprooted from a large pine tree's roots that caught the leg of her chair, and sent her sprawling. The blacktop was hard, cold, and unforgiving as she lay sat half-stunned on the pavement. It was for the first time since Mimi had been dropped off on campus she was not glad the quad was empty. People intended to be on hand, when accidents happened and to help as needed, but with no people, she knew there would be no help. Mimi caught her breath, grimacing at the cold mud that now covered her, and tried to struggle to her feet to reseat herself into her wheelchair, but a sharp pain sent her back into the filth again. "Oh damn." She said, managing to sit up. Even through the wet, she saw the blood spot on the knee of her pants leg, and felt the burn of the rash caused by the fall brush against the material of the fabric. Swelling of her leg was already perceptible through the leg of her trousers and rising for Mimi seemed to be out of the question. Crawling was, at best doubtful and the prospect seemed bleak that she might have sit here until security made their rounds. However, knowing security, they all probably sat in the warm office, sipping coffee and forewent the entire affair all together. "This is just great, I, Mimi Stewart, the oldest student on campus." She managed to mutter under her breath, "Dead from the cold and a broken leg." Click here to read the rest of this story (8462 more lines)
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