Free Yield by Cyndi Goodgame Page A

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    Bound in burgundy velvet and tied across the front in gold ribbon, was a book labeled A. Loggin .  It was engraved in gold lettering and just beautiful.  Maybe it looked like the same kind of journal you’d buy in any bookstore today, but it held meaning that could outweigh any other.
    “What is it?” I asked as I picked it up in both hands.  Heavy and scented like dust, it wasn ’t falling apart like I predicted.  My parents would be in their forties if they were alive, and therefore born in more recent times.  In my head I tried to image out memories that were set in the 1800’s but that was ridiculous.  Funny how the mind creates a whole person’s life when you have nothing to go on.  Before this year, my real parents were wizards who grew up in Hogwarts and died killing Voldemort to save me.  Mind matrixing your parents goes with the orphan territory.
    “Your mother ’s journal.”
    Wow wasn ’t enough.  Losing logical sense I asked, “Can I read it?”
    Caydon chuckled from his seat, crossed his leg on the top of the other making his large boot jut out in my direction, and told me to go on.  I practically ran across the room and pulled my feet under me in the other chair. 
    Staring at the book, I jumped when he spoke again.  He was standing above me.
    “Go on.  I will bring you some tea.  Earl Grey. Two sugars, right?”
    Not even acknowledging that he knew things about me, I untied the silky ribbon and lifted the cover.
                 

AMES
     
    I refused to leave the entrance.  If she left with that freckhead, I would know.  Trigger was at the hidden entrance we came in at and Wicker watched the guard’s station for any sign of activity.  I was near the side main entrance area waiting for her to come back down the hallway I knew she couldn’t leave any other direction from.  Several asked if I was hungry, but I said no regardless after she disappeared around the corner.  I wouldn’t be distracted.
    Inside, Emma was about to find out what she was.  And why she couldn ’t be with me.  I paced the small foyer ignoring the two girls giggling at the courtyard arch nearby.  They were trying to get my attention, but it was currently hovering in a room I wasn’t allowed in to see.  Was she curled up and already reading or was she sitting on the bed with him beside her? Thinking things like this didn’t fare well for my low profile in the hallway of the realm that didn’t consider me welcome. 
    And my next thoughts didn ’t help my cause either.
    What I didn ’t know before, I’d learned as recent as meeting her.  I’d researched my realm and hers.  I’d asked her grandmother several things.  What I didn’t know is what I had in my mind as the one true factor missing that we needed and couldn’t seem to obtain. 
    Her mother was a witch.  That is why she can transfer electricity.  It is her gift.  When her father married her mother, the goblin world didn’t know he’d married a human witch.  But that’s what he first appealed to her with, or rather she lured him just like Emma unintentionally did the same to me.  She saw his true identity and he fell in love with the idea that someone could love him for what he was and want to know what makes him tick, not just the shell.  All about perspective.
    Now, it ’s happening again with Emma.  Her abilities were inherited, but Emma doesn’t know how to control them yet.  Not everything is goblin spirited.
    I once climbed a cliff with Wicker to see if I had what it takes to jump and prove to myself that I wasn ’t weak.  I jumped.  Reluctantly, Wicker followed.  I walked away from that sure of my decision to leave this world behind if it was so deemed.  This was a week before I met Emma. 
    It ’s all about perspective.

 
EMMA
     
    Inside the front cover was her full name.
     
                   Alyssa Mia Ryman Loggin
     
    I ran my finger across the letters like it made me closer to