Author's Note: I kinda wrote this on the run on my tiny tablet. So, the grammar probably isn't perfect.

Born Of Mind

Omari Kell was constantly on the fly. As one of the only Trisani left in the universe, the Chillers were after him. Nero, another older Trisani, had told Omari's father, Devyn Kell, that the League was also after the Trisani to be invincible secret assassins.

Omari knew the Chillers would never find him. He lived in space. His father and new step-mother (who was more a really good friend than a step-mother), Alix, were humanitarian runners with Devyn's friend, Sway, and a mecha named Vik. They only stayed on one planet for a few days tops. He was pretty sure the League didn't even know he existed, but just to be safe, they stayed in space.

He was sitting on the floor of the galley with Manashe, his dog, and Alix when the Talia jerked to the side. Alix and Omari had gotten in the habbit of practicing his telekenisis on soda in the fridge in the afternoons, but when the ship shifted, the soda hit the ground and the three of them dashed to the bridge.

"Please tell me that was your father being an idiot again," said Alix under her breath. She was well aware of her husband's insane piloting tricks.

"No garuntees, Mama," Omari said over his shoulder, a few steps ahead of her.

There was a fuzz over the intercom, and his dad's voice came up. "Crew of the Talia, report to the bridge and buckle your seatbelts. It's going to be rough."

"Fabulous," muttered Alix as they entered the control room.

"Chillers," was all Sway said, and everyone froze and glanced at Omari.

"Why does everyone still look at me like that? I'm nineteen years old, and if I get myself captured, it's no different than the rest of you getting taken," he said, slightly annoyed.

His dad rolled his eyes and Alix sighed as the Chillers hailed the crew. "Talia, prepare to be boarded and surrender the Trisani."

"Not on your life, asshole," Devyn replied. "Now let's tel-ass out of here," he said.

"Agreed," said Vik.

Just as the Talia was thrusted into hyper-drive, Omari said, "Dad, I feel a little sick."

"Hang in there, Scoot, I'll get us out of this," his dad said and Alix reached her hand out to grab Omari's for support. She had to reach farther than normal to grasp the arm of the seat which was a little strange but...

"DEVYN!" Alix screamed as she looked over and Omari was gone.

Grace Tolkien awoke from a wonderful nights sleep in an unfamiliar bed. Sitting up, she looked around. It wasn't like this hasn't happened before, but when it did, she usually woke up in somebody else's arms, butt naked. Not that she minded the casual one night stand, but as she looked around ths room, she realized she was clothed and alone.

The worst part about this time was she couldn't remember how she had gotten there. The morning light was peeking in the window when she noticed the bars on the other side of the pane. The bed was comfortable and well made, but the door was identicle to that of a jail cell. The rugs and chairs and tapestries were beautiful, but the floor was concrete and cold. There was a bathroom outfitted with a toilet, shower, sink, and assorted beauty supplies, but it all seemed used.

Grace swore under her breath as she realized she had been kidnapped again.

The first time was terrifiying, but she had been with her brother, Kodi. The League had captured them when they were two, and it was the only memory Grace had from before she was four.

She was eighteen now, and her Trisani powers had manefested at puberty just like Kodi's had. While not as strong as her brother, Grace could still kick some major ass with her mind.

That was probably the reason she had been captured this time. Unfortunately, this time she didn't have her brother. This time that actually would have been helpful because Kodi was now a League assassin. A Trisani assassin was as fearsom as they came, and the only assassins better than him were the Quiakades family. Emperor Nykyrian trained his oldest two sons as he was trained, mercilessly and perfectly. Kodi was one kill away from Command Assassin of the First Rank.

Grace noticed that her bags were on the wing chair in the corner. She wondered what the League had siezed as part of her capture. Probably all of her weapons and tracking devices, as well as the keys to her ship. Grace got out of the bed and looked. Just as she thought: weapons, trackers, keys. Fantabulastic.

A small metal flap under the door opened and a full meal was pushed through. "Eat up, Princess," said the man on the other side.

Grace sighed. Fan-fucking-tastic.