Okay Readers, this will be one of the only non-cannon story lines that I write for your reading pleasure. I really like this book, called LOST, by Debbie Federici and Susan Vaught. It's like, super obscure, since only about 200 copies were printed, but I love the story so much! My local library had a copy of the first in the series, but not the rest. I recommend it, if your library has it, or you can do what I did and order it for like $1.50 online. I'll give a little summary, so that all of you can follow the story, but as I said before, it does NOT follow the plot line of the next two books. The summary may sound bad, but it's not that important to the story I'm writing.
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*Disclaimer* I do not own L.O.S.T.
Jasmina Corey, Queen of the witches, abducted Brenden McAllister while he was on a road trip, visiting a friend of his in another town than his own, in Arizona. Jasmina needed Bren to become the champion of her people, who are witches, and defeat the darkness of Nire, an all powerful villain. Through a series of events, including killer sea serpents, carnivorous beasts disguised as beautiful women, many arguments and temper tantrums, Jasmina, or Jazz as Bren likes to call her, falls in love with Bren, and vice versa. Jazz is killed in the fight with Nire, who also happens to be Bren's mother, and is sent to Talamaden, a land where you can be reborn. Bren becomes king of the witches, and pines for his lost love.
BREN
I was in my house, staring out the window on the pond that Jazz had loved so much. It had been her favorite place in this sanctuary, and had been the place where she had contacted me through the barriers of time, space and death. A deep heartfelt sigh broke from my lips. I miss her so much! Her silky black hair, her pale skin, her golden eyes. Those lovely lips that I only got to taste half a dozen times. I heard the front door open, and looked away from the place where Jazz had told me not to look for her. I planned on disregarding her request. How could she think that I wouldn't come after her? Does she not know me? Did she think that my love for her would allow me to stand by and wait for her like some nancy boy? I walked towards the front of the house I had built for me and Jazz, when I got her back.
"Bren!" I paused and frowned, hurried towards the sound of my dad's voice, hearing the distress in it.
"What Dad?" I asked, eying my out of breath father. My Dad isn't magical, so he couldn't fly here and save himself the fifteen minute walk.
"There's a girl in serious trouble two miles out. You need to hurry!" I raced towards the door with my dad, and as soon as I was outside cried "Wind!" A tree branch came flying towards me at breakneck speed, and I leaped on, flying towards the edge of the sanctuary. It was my job, among others, to go retrieve witches in trouble and bring them back to the sanctuaries. My brother Todd could go to, but Todd was busy working with the slithers.
I flew over the edge of the sanctuary, calling my power to help me find the girl. I felt the tug in a westward direction, and jetted that way. As I got close, I saw the mob. They had the girl boxed into a corner in an industrial district of Arizona, near our main entrance. There couldn't have been more than five men, but five was plenty to overpower most witches. The men were broadcasting their unprotected thoughts loud and clear. The things they had planned for the girl. I shuddered, and forced my broom even faster. This was one victimization that I would stop. Many we couldn't prevent, simply because of the power of the attackers, or the attack wouldn't be too bad, although justifying that to myself was something that kept me up at night. Who was I to decide that something wasn't too much for another person to bear? Jazz would be proud of how grown up I sounded, I thought as I brought myself in close enough to land without them all seeing. I snuck closer as the overconfident men spoke to the girl.
"Now Sweetie, make it easier on yourself. We're not that bad. Keep quiet, and it won't hurt." The girl snorted derisively. I froze in my forward movement. I knew that snort. I could now see around the men and saw features that I dreamed about every night, and occupied my thoughts most of every day.
"Is that what you tell all your rape victims?" I felt my anger quadruple, now that I knew who was about to be hurt. Before anyone could do anything, I ran up to the men, all fairly scrawny, and broke through their line to stand in front of the woman. The men looked shocked to see me in their way. They shook it off quickly, even though I outweighed all of them. If I was feeling more level headed I probably wouldn't have blamed them for being cocky. I wasn't feeling fair though. I wanted these men to suffer.
Without a word or comment the one who spoke started forward to get me out of their way. Quick as thought I raised my hands, but she was there before I could do anything. She threw out spells at the men faster than I had ever seen her do. I just stood there stunned as she took out all the men. I felt immense pride as she turned to me, without even having broken a sweat.
"Thanks for that." Her angel's voice said. "I needed a distraction to get the jump on them." She smiled at me. I smiled back widely and reached out to her for a hug. I got close before she held up her hands. I stopped, and felt my face melt into confusion.
"What's wrong Jazz?" I asked. The love of my life was back from the grave, here, whole, with her powers and she was looking at me like I was a serial killer. She took a step farther away from me.
"How do you know my name?" I just stared at her. "I know you're a witch because I was you fly up, but I don't know you."
"How can you not know me Jazz? I'm Bren!" Jasmina Corey, Queen of the Witches stared at me with unknowing confusion.
"I'm sorry Bren, but I don't know you. Also, no one calls me Jazz. My name is-" I angrily cut her off.
"Yeah Jasmina, I know!" I ran my hands through my hair in frustration and walked in a circle trying to think this through. One, Jazz was here. Good. Two, Jazz had her powers back. Also good. Three, Jazz doesn't remember me. Not good.
"Bren? I gotta say, if you can direct me to somewhere I can get on my feet, I would really appreciate it." Jazz had a confused look on her face. "I can't remember my... life, I guess." She shrugged. I nodded my head. Taking her home was the first step.
"Oka, yeah. Let's go back to the L.O.S.T. sanctuary." I called another branch and climbed on, waiting for Jazz to mount behind me. She climbed on, and I took us into the air and towards our home.
Hey all! Hope you liked it! I'll be around for you to ask questions to! I want it to make sense, so let me know if you want me to clarify!