Elemental Origins: The Complete Series

2018·2.5 MB·english

by  A.L. Knorr

ELEMENTAL ORIGINS
THE COMPLETE SERIES
A.L. KNORR
Edited by CHRISTINE GORDON MANLEY
Edited by S D PETERSEN
Edited by TERESA HULL
Edited by NICOLA AQUINO
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ALSO BY A.L. KNORR
Elemental Novellas
Returning, Episodes I & II (Water Novellas)
Heat, A Fire Novella
Surfacing, A Water Novel
The Kacy Chronicles
Descendant
Ascendant
Combatant
Transcendant
Short Stories
Death of a Fire Mage
Going Home
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BORN OF WATER
AN ELEMENTAL ORIGINS NOVEL
For those in peril in the sea.
PROLOGUE
P
oland. Modern day.
"T the best in the world," Antoni said, handing a file folder filled
HESE ARE
with documents to Martinius. "Although, I'm still not sure why you want to
look abroad. We have a perfectly good team available to us here in
Gdańsk."
Martinius took the file folder in his age-spotted hand and pulled his
chair up to his wooden desk. It was the same desk that had been used by his
father and his grandfather before him. "It's very simple,” he answered.
“This is not just any job. We need the best there is, Polish or not."
"I can't think how your supporters will feel about us choosing a foreign
team," Antoni speculated. "I don't have a problem with it, may the best
company win and all. But we might hear grumblings in the village if you
know what I mean."
"We have only a few supporters left now and most of them aren't even
Polish. The world forgot about The Sybellen long ago. Who we choose is
none of their affair." Martinius took a pair of wire specs from his front
pocket and perched them on the end of his nose. His eyes were still good
for a man well into his seventies, just a little help with the reading was all
that was needed. "Thank you, Antoni," he said, by way of a dismissal.
Antoni nodded and left the room.
Martinius began to flip slowly through the pages in the folder. A hot cup
of Darjeeling tea sat at his right hand. The early morning sunlight dappled
through the trees and fell across the pages, lighting them for his
consumption. As he lifted his steaming teacup to his lips, he flipped over
one of the loose pages to expose an article with a photograph underneath.
His eyes widened in shock and the cup halted halfway to his lips. His hand
trembled and he set the teacup down, missing the saucer and leaving a
water ring on the antique wood.
Martinius used both hands to pick up the page and hold it in a patch of
un-dappled sunlight to ensure his eyes hadn't betrayed him. “It’s not
possible,” he said, squinting at the photograph. “Is it?”