Carys Taylor faced her first mission as Protector and won. Life is back to the new normal, but normal never lasts.
Especially when your teenage daughter pops up in your apartment. Carys didn't think she could have children, so Anastasia's appearance is a shocking miracle. But while spending a day with the teen is a gift Carys would never trade, knowing the future is dangerous. The wrong life choice could change this young girl's destiny.
Between dodging a bounty hunter, dealing with a persistent vampire determined to make her his girlfriend, and meeting her future child, Carys’ first year as a Protector is full of challenges. What does a girl have to do to find a little peace?
Traveler picks up where Protector left off in this exciting new fantasy series, Children of Ossiria.
I opened my eyes to see a young woman shaking me awake. Girl. A teenager?
“Good, you’re back. Can you tell me what year it is?”
“Ah, okay. This must be your apartment. I’m your daughter from the future.”
I sat up. “What? How? That’s not possible.”
“Well, you’ve always said I was a miracle baby. All I know is, one minute I was in my bedroom, the next I was standing in your living room.”
“How do I know you’re telling me the truth?”
“You are Carys Rachelle Taylor. You have a sister and a brother. You’ve lived most of your life in the same town and that scar on your left hand is from cooking breakfast for Grandma when you were fifteen. Smell me if you want.”
I closed my eyes and inhaled. The girl smelled like me, the house, and other things. I closely studied her. Hair the same color as mine, and my mother’s nose. “You’re really my girl? What’s your name?”
“Anastasia Rae. I’m not telling you my last name. Wystan says in case of time travel; never divulge information that could change the future.”
“Sounds like him. We’ll stick to general questions. How old are you?”
“Fifteen. I’m a sophomore.”
“What are your favorite subjects?”
“English and music. Aunt Stephie has been giving me piano lessons since I was five and taught me to play guitar. I write songs.”
“Cool. Are your dad and I married?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s disgusting, actually, how into each other you guys still are. I learned a long time ago to knock on closed doors.”
“Sorry.” I giggled.
“It’s cool. All my friends like you, so it’s not so bad.”
“Any boys in your life?”
“A couple good friends, but I’m not going to date until after high school. Boys are too immature right now.”
“I’ve taught you well, I see. Are you my only child?”
“Can’t tell you that, Mom.”
“Right. Did you inherit any of my powers?”
“Some. My abilities started showing up when puberty hit, I think. You’ve been training me to control them since. I have strength, speed, and see really well at night. I catch on quickly when we’re sparring, too.”
“Wow. This is so overwhelming. We should probably go to Mr. Wesley in the morning to see about sending you home.”
“Not everybody lives here anymore. I’d love to see everybody when they’re young. I’ve heard so many stories.”
“Well, it’s late. Do you want the couch, or would you like to share the bed?”
“Your bed is big enough?”
“It’s a queen, so we’ll be fine. You don’t mind snuggling your old mom?”
“Nah. We do that, sometimes, when Dad’s not home.”
We went into the bedroom. “Here, these should fit you to sleep in. I can’t believe you’re a couple inches taller than me already. Ana, you really are beautiful.”
She hugged me. “Thanks, Mom. You’ve been good, don’t worry.”
We changed for bed, then I turned out the lights and slipped under the sheet.
She gasped all of a sudden.
“What is it?”
“In this time, I’m almost the same age as Aunt Hope!”
Sighing in relief, I slumped back on the pillow, and started laughing.
“Some night, hey, Mom?”
“You can say that again. Let’s get some sleep.”