Thirteen year old Maia thinks she has seen it all.
She has survived an assassination attempt, she has been threatened by the chancellor, and she has faced off with saboteurs trying to bring down a nation. She lets nothing get to her anymore-not the ominous nightmares she has been having lately, not the fear of being targeted for another soul extraction, not even the memories of her dead mother's terrifying communique.
More than ever, Maia wants the Initiative to resume. She longs to visit Zagran-the undersea capital of the Jjord. She wants to ride the underwater transport lines, learn about the Jjordic energy farms and most of all-she wants to goof off with her friends.
But, around the charming city of Zagran, evil is gathering. Maia and her friends do not know it yet, the countdown to their planned extinction has already begun.
There was a hopeful pause before Miir attacked. His black sword was as vicious as Maia had always found it to be. Once again she was engulfed by the fire of his fearsome swordplay that grew stronger around her with every passing moment. All Maia could think was to fight until her last breath. She could not give in. She had to fight for Bikele, Gibbon, and everything else that was good in this world. Wishing for her friends to arrive soon, Maia lunged at Miir, trying to push him back a little, and hoping to catch him off balance. She had forgotten all about his swordsmanship, about his skills that were far superior than Maia would have liked to admit. He stepped aside with the quickness of a lightning bolt, and as Maia struggled to regain her balance, the hilt of his sword came crashing down at the back of her neck.
Bellator went flying from her hand again as Maia fell in a crumpled heap against a leg of the table. As she slowly brought herself up to a sitting position, she became aware of the sharp tip of Miir’s sword resting between her eyes, steady and poised to strike.
“Why are you doing this?” Maia said, struggling to fill her lungs with air.
“Because you are being a hindrance to our operations and . . . you threatened my brother.” Miir’s voice was cold and unrelenting.
How Maia had hoped to run into Miir over the last few weeks, how badly she had wished for a chance to apologize. Never once had she dreamed of meeting him like this. She had not meant it then, but what she had said to him the last time they had met had indeed come true—they were surely not friends anymore.
“Don’t do this. Please,” Maia pleaded, the painful lump in her throat choking her voice. "This...this is wrong."
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-----Maia and the Xifarian Conspiracy (The Lightbound Saga, #1)
-----Maia and the Secrets of Zagran (The Lightbound Saga, #2)