The Strange World’s Around Us: Book 1


1. Prologue

Trevor paced back and forth by the pond, running his hands through his deep brown hair and tousling it immensely. How could his parents do this to him? What kind of parents force their child to make such a big decision so soon? He was only seventeen. He didn’t need to find a bride yet. Looking down, Trevor saw a stone on the ground and picked it up. He threw it as hard as he could into the pond. Then he watched the stone as it settled in the bottom of the pond. He sighed and sat down belatedly. What was he supposed to do? He knew he wouldn’t be able to change his parents’ minds.
Then something caught his eye. Trevor looked back at the stone he had thrown to find it glowing and changing shape. He frowned. How was that even possible? Shaking his head slightly, he dipped his hand in the water to retrieve the stone. He picked it up and watched as it finished its transformation into two rings. The two rings glowed a deep purple. One had a thinner band with a chestnut leaf. The other had a thicker band with engravings that shaped a waterfall.
Trevor looked around to see if anyone else had noticed, but he was alone. No one else was in sight. He almost walked away, but stopped at the sound of writing in the dirt. He looked down and saw words forming below him.
We will help you.
Trevor frowned. What was that supposed to mean? And who was ‘we’? Out of curiosity more than hope that he would actually get an answer, he crouched down and wrote in the dirt:
Help me with what?
While he waited for a response, Trevor paced back and forth some more. How had he gotten to this point? One moment he was thinking of what he was to do about a bride, and the next he was talking to the dirt. Trevor heard the sound of writing again, so he turned around and walked over to see what it said.
One ring for your five selections,
the other for the meeting place

Trevor frowned. Selections? Meeting place? He shook his head. This was ridiculous. He walked back to the palace grounds with more questions than he had started with. Halfway there, he stopped. Selections. Meeting place. He understood. He would have five selections  to choose from for his bride. He smiled. Then he frowned again. Where was the meeting place? Trevor turned around and ran back to the pond.
What meeting place?

The water does not reflect the sun
“Why does this keep answering in riddles?” Trevor murmured to himself. Then he sighed, got up, and walked back to the palace. He went upstairs into his room, where he resumed pacing, having a different reason than the first. This time it was not because he had to choose a bride, but because he had learned more since then and gained more questions he didn’t have any answers to.
There was a knock at the door, cutting through Trevor’s thoughts. Trevor faced the door just as his mother came in. Trevor situated a comfortable chair in front of his bed and walked over to his mother. He led her to the chair and then sat on his bed across from her.
“Hello, Mother.”
“Hello, Trevor.” She answered, smiling slightly.
“Is something wrong?”
She shook her head. “No, everything’s fine. I just came here to apologize about earlier.”
“The whole matter with the bride.” She waved her hand as she spoke.
“I’m sorry. I tried to change your father’s mind, but he wouldn’t listen.”
Trevor shook his head and smiled at the queen. “You don’t need to apologize. It’s fine.”
She looked at him incredulously. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Mother.”
The queen sighed with relief and stood. “Well, I guess I’ll leave then.”
Trevor stood as well. “I’ll accompany you, at least for a bit. I need to head to the library.”
“What for?”
Trevor smiled widely. “There’s some research I need to do.”


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