CHAPTER 15
I was feeling just a little shell-shocked on arrival. Rachel was away with her own distractions, Mam was eying up Von, Neil was trying to tease Fossy, James was closing down again and I was trying to remember who the hell was who. I looked over our little army, and there was John, his face showing that he felt just like me. I waved him over.

“Felling a bit out of it, mate?”

Jesse has inherited his Grandfather's ranch and now must fight his father to keep it while on a quest to find Coyote and his spirit animal.

What happens when your eleven years old, told your a gadgeteer and that your going to be a girl. How would you deal with it? This is the story of Alex becoming who he/she will be. I hope you enjoy my first attempt at writing in public.This is a Whateley Academy Fanfic. I mean the greatest respect to those that inspired me to bring my writing to light.

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 14
A fortnight later, and they were ready for sentencing Nye. Of course, we had to go, and it was no surprise that Von made her own way there, Will by her side.

She had been making the efforts I had never anticipated, and I had to rein in my urges to be a little snide about it. I couldn’t quite get past the fact that when it had been me, her response had been direct and threatening, but when the perversions came from her baby it made her pause and think. Still, however it had happened, pausing and thinking seemed to have entered her life. I couldn’t really complain about that, could I? I had Larinda at hand for that little job.

“All rise”

Lorone is an old and battle hardened warrior and general, known far and wide as Sir Lorone 'The Immortal'. After the fall of his army, must get home to inform the king and people of the success of his army and what it cost them, while also having to deal with changes to himself.

Lorone is an old and battle hardened warrior and general, known far and wide as Sir Lorone 'The Immortal'. After the fall of his army, must get home to inform the king and people of the success of his army and what it cost them, while also having to deal with changes to himself.

“I wondered where I might find you.” She said, as she wandered casually up to where I was standing. Her ever-present wrap looked like a deep red dress, while I was scruffy in denim shorts and a bright green tee shirt.

I smiled and mentally launched another clay pigeon into the air.

“Just having a little fun,” I said as I threw another bolt of force and blasted the clay pigeon to dust.

“Still so very much the male,” Elisabette laughed. “What a waste of energy. Here, let me show you something. How many of these can you put into the air at once?”