The Crystal and the Flame: Sifters 1

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The Crystal and the Flame: Sifters 1

Status: 2nd Draft

The Crystal and the Flame: Sifters 1

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Genre: Young Adult

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BORN A COMMON SETTLER, Wil shouldn’t be able to sift, but he can. He sees emotions in bursts of color and hears thoughts as if they were whispered into his ear. This gift has transformed his life,
lifting him from the squalor of a Settler’s camp to the Guardian Academy – an elite school where young Sifters train to use their power. But Wil soon learns he will never be accepted by his High
Founder classmates. No matter what his accomplishments, they’ll always see him as an outsider. A ‘Camp Rat’ with inferior blood, not worthy of the Guardian name.



UNLESS HE CAN PROVE THEM WRONG. Now sixteen and on the verge of graduation, Wil finally has that chance. Somewhere in the frozen Settlement of York, a dangerous mind is on the run. If he can track
them down before his classmates do, he’ll win more than bragging rights. He might finally earn some respect, maybe even a grudging nod from Astrid Blake – the beautiful but frosty daughter of the
most powerful man in Neoden.



THE FOX HUNT IS ON. As Wil chases his quarry through the ruins of York, he still believes what he’s been taught: that a Guardian’s sacred duty is to keep the citizens of Neoden free from evil
thoughts. But when he and his classmates are targeted in a deadly terrorist attack, those beliefs start to crumble. Why would the Settlers he's been sent to protect try to kill him? When a voice
from the past reaches out to him with an answer, he's forced to face a terrifying possibility: maybe powerful evil still exists in the world. And maybe he's been training to serve it.

Content Summary


BORN A COMMON SETTLER, Wil shouldn’t be able to sift, but he can. He sees emotions in bursts of color and hears thoughts as if they were whispered into his ear. This gift has transformed his life,
lifting him from the squalor of a Settler’s camp to the Guardian Academy – an elite school where young Sifters train to use their power. But Wil soon learns he will never be accepted by his High
Founder classmates. No matter what his accomplishments, they’ll always see him as an outsider. A ‘Camp Rat’ with inferior blood, not worthy of the Guardian name.



UNLESS HE CAN PROVE THEM WRONG. Now sixteen and on the verge of graduation, Wil finally has that chance. Somewhere in the frozen Settlement of York, a dangerous mind is on the run. If he can track
them down before his classmates do, he’ll win more than bragging rights. He might finally earn some respect, maybe even a grudging nod from Astrid Blake – the beautiful but frosty daughter of the
most powerful man in Neoden.



THE FOX HUNT IS ON. As Wil chases his quarry through the ruins of York, he still believes what he’s been taught: that a Guardian’s sacred duty is to keep the citizens of Neoden free from evil
thoughts. But when he and his classmates are targeted in a deadly terrorist attack, those beliefs start to crumble. Why would the Settlers he's been sent to protect try to kill him? When a voice
from the past reaches out to him with an answer, he's forced to face a terrifying possibility: maybe powerful evil still exists in the world. And maybe he's been training to serve it.

Author Chapter Note


Short transitional chapter moving action from Assignments to preparation for deployment. I try to show a glimpse of Brenne here, and maybe a spark of romance for Vin on the horizon? All feedback is
much appreciated!

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11.

 

Olive Branch

 

“I guess congratulations are in order!” Vin calls out to Garrick.

It’s the morning after Assignments and we’ve just entered the gymnasium – a vast, humid dome located at the center of the GA campus. To our left, first-years scramble up the climbing walls and grunt on conditioning equipment, while the target practice arena and swimming pool on our right – reserved for upperclassmen at this time of day – are depressingly empty.

Garrick returns Vin’s greeting with a wave, looking surprisingly upbeat for someone who just found out he’s going to York. Come to think of it, I’ve never seen the Weasel look so happy.

“Congratulations?” I ask, nose stinging from a sudden whiff of sweat and chlorine. “What’s going on?”

“While you were spacing out during breakfast, Garrick broke the news that he’s not going to York.”

“That’s right!” the Weasel chimes in with a toothy grin. “And neither is Cara. We’re both switching out for Founder’s City! Can you believe our luck? I mean, what are the chances?”

I’m about to ask who’d be crazy enough to make that switch when I realize the obvious answer. Trades require the Chief’s approval and can only be made within the same gender.

Ferro for Garrick. Brenne for Cara.

Garrick confirms that’s exactly what happened. They made the trade early this morning. “What I don’t get is why Astrid didn’t just trade out. I mean, why would someone like her go to the Ice Pit? All she had to do was ask daddy to pull some strings.”

Vin rolls his eyes at me and I know exactly what he’s thinking. It hasn’t even crossed the Weasel’s mind that we may be upset with our assignments.

“Did it occur to you that maybe Astrid asked to go to York?” I challenge.

Garrick snorts. “Why in flames would anyone do that?”

“Because York’s where the action is,” Vin answers, sounding like he almost believes this is a good thing. “We’ll be taking on the terrorists while you work on your tan.”

“Lucky you,” Garrick says, draping an arm over my shoulder. Even in his ego-inflated state, he’s not crazy enough to try that move with Vin. “Just remember to pack enough thermal underwear.”

And with those parting words, he runs off to join a group of first years, who greet him like a conquering hero.

“Would you look at that.” Vin scowls after him. “You’d think the idiot actually did something.”

“Here –” I motion to a nearby sparring ring, where two brawny third years are going at it like they’re in the final throes of a death match. “Why don’t you channel some of that anger?”

“Wait, are you… challenging me, little man?”

I slap a pair of boxing gloves into his chest. “I believe I am.”

“You do know I’m in a downright nasty mood, right?”

“Obviously.”

“And that I’ll probably beat you senseless.”

“I’m sure you’ll try.”

“Well, all right then.” He pulls on the gloves and snarls at me. “Just put on your head gear. Don’t want you getting any brain damage.”

It doesn’t take long for the ring to open up. Within a minute, both boxers land simultaneous head shots, pretty much knocking each other out cold.  As we climb in to help them up, I catch a flash of movement in my peripheral vision. Someone jogging toward us. Petite but athletic frame. Pale complexion. Short brown hair in a pixie cut. When she gets close enough, Vin and I both do a double-take.

“Brenne?”

She smiles up at us, cheeks flushed. “Hey, Vin. Hi Wil.” I’m pretty sure it’s the first time she’s spoken to either one of us, but you’d never know from her casual tone.

“What –” Vin blurts out. “What happened to your hair?”

“Oh...” She runs her fingers through the closely cropped strands. “Instructor Slate said I’d stand out too much in the Northern Territory so I changed the style. What do you think?”

Vin inspects her before giving an approving nod. “Nice. I like it.”

“Looks good,” I agree, even though she looks plucked – like a tropical bird stripped of its colorful plumage. “Then the rumors are true? You and Ferro are coming to York.”

“That’s right. Astrid tried to stop us, but it’s done. Wouldn’t want you guys to have all the fun.” She says this with the kind of wistful expression that makes me wonder if I’ve misjudged her all these years. Maybe the girl who just sacrificed her hair, and possibly her future, for her friend deserves more respect than I’ve given her.

“We’re more than happy to share,” Vin says, looking like the same thought just crossed his mind. “And just so you know. If things get intense up in the Ice Pit, we’ve got your back.”

That earns a bashful smile and thank you, followed by a few beats of awkward silence.

“So…” I jump in. “Heard anything about orientation?”

“Um, yeah. Actually, that’s why I was looking for you.” She shifts her weight from foot to foot, in constant motion as she talks. “Astrid wants to meet and go over some things.”

“What did she have in mind?”

“We’re getting together at the training fields in one hour, by the main gate.” Her eyes dart between us. “Can you make it?”

I glance at Vin, who gives me a thumbs up. “Sure. We’ll be there.”

“Great. Oh, and one more thing…” Her thin lips part to form an enigmatic grin. “Bring your hiking gear and thermal jackets. You’re going to need them.”

 “Damn.” Vin lets out a whistle once she’s jogged out of earshot. “The new and improved Brenne’s kinda hot. And did you know she’s a Whisper?” His smile goes all daydreamy. “Such a turn on.”

“Know who else is a Whisper?” I point out. “Garrick.”

“Eew.” He pulls a face like he just realized he was drinking rancid milk. “Thanks for ruining that.”

“What are friends for?” I tease, even though my mood’s anything but light right now. What just happened? Did Astrid extend an olive branch? Or is she showing us, right from the start, that she’s the one in control?

“I always assumed Brenne was stuck up,” Vin muses out loud, “but maybe she’s just shy. And you’ve gotta admire her energy. I mean, the girl never slows down. She’s like a fraggin’ hummingbird.”

“I tell you what I do admire,” I say, following Brenne with my eyes. “She just gave up a spot in Founder’s City to stick with her friend. And so did Ferro.”

“Huh,” Vin grumbles. “Thanks for reminding me of that idiot.”

“I don’t like him any more than you do, but still…” I try to imagine the explosive conversation Ferro must have had with his parents after announcing his decision. Surely they would have tried to talk him out of it. Begged, bribed, and when that didn’t work, maybe even threatened to cut him off. Same thing for Brenne. “You’ve got to admire their courage.”

“And loyalty,” Vin adds. “You’re right. Maybe I underestimated them.”

“Yeah.”  I lower my head, feeling a fresh wave of guilt. And maybe you’ve been overestimating me.

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