THE CURSED SWORD
by
Penny BroJacquie
Table of Contents
Title Page
The Cursed Sword (Avallon Academy, #1)
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
PENNY BROJACQUIE’S BOOKS
Acknowledgments
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
THE CURSED SWORD
Copyright ©2020 Penny BroJacquie
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Cover Art: Cosmic Cream
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To my mother, Roula Triantafyllou
PROLOGUE
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It all started... you know what? I don’t even remember when it all started. Ever since I could remember myself, I could manipulate time.
I could slow, stop, rewind time. Nothing spectacular like me being able to control the entire space and time continuum. No, I had never been a Master of Time, or the Savior of the world, or a superhero; not that I had ever wished to be one.
In the beginning, my skills of controlling time had been quite limited. I had never been able to forward or loop time. I wasn’t even able to rewind more than one minute. But this changed when I faced the first major disappointment in my life, shortly after my 18th birthday. I would later find out that it was the emotional pain that had shaken my heart what had triggered that special talent of mine to expand and bloom to its fullest.
It didn’t only change my life forever. It also affected the lives of many people who suddenly crossed paths with me.
And this is how it all started...
CHAPTER 1
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The first time I saw him, I could not stop myself from rewinding time again and again.
I was so struck by his blue eyes, his spiky short blond hair, and his broad shoulders above his slim waist that I wanted to relive that moment, feel the same feeling, have my heart flutter ceaselessly. He had rocked my world that much.
It was love at first sight. However, I had that inexplicable feeling that we had met before. For a long time, I thought he reminded me of someone from my past but I couldn’t recollect who that man, or boy, was.
Lynette, my then best friend, had once told me that people could fall in love with a person they had just met if that person looked like someone they had loved before.
“The subconscious makes them believe that if the new person in their life looks like someone from their past who was good for them, the new person will be good for them too,” she had told me.
The problem was that I had never fallen in love before. There had been a few boys I liked, even flirted with, but none of them had managed to make my heart beat like a jungle drum. Owen did.
Owen Hart. “The dude from table 6” as Lynette and I called him. We were both serving at The Drunk Lobster fish restaurant. He was a customer. I was serving his table when we first met. He was enjoying a few beers with his pals, all loud and cheerful, like they were the kings of the world. They had jumbo shrimps with cocktail sauce, juicy crab cakes with tartar sauce, broiled lobster tails garnished with lemon wedges, whipped potatoes, clams and oysters. I wanted to be the tartar sauce on his crab cake since the moment our eyes met for the first time. I was never anything more than a glass of beer to refill for him. But I would only find that out later in a shocking way.
In my defense, I was too young to know that life was not all rainbows and butterflies and that love was not always a bed of roses. I would later find out that there was no rose without a thorn.
It seemed that at that time my subconscious was trying to make me attracted to Owen and thus, I did everything in my power to get us together, hoping that he would be the one to give me positive emotions just like the person from my past did. If only I knew then who that person from my past was. And if only I had been prepared to deal with another shell shock in my life.
“Do you know you have a lovely smile?” he asked me while I placed the plate with his food in front of him.
The clams almost jumped out of the plate as my hand trembled at the sound of his voice to his friends’ amusement who laughed loudly at my clumsiness.
“I... I didn’t know... I mean, thank you,” I stammered and hurriedly moved away.
“Do you know you have a lovely smile?”
“Do you know you have a lovely smile?”
I wanted that moment to last a little longer, so I replayed it a couple more times in my mind. It was only a couple of times. No one would notice anyway. I could not have enough of it, but I had to get back to reality.
I watched him throwing glances at me as I served other tables, as I picked up the plates with the food leftovers and the beer head filled glasses, even as I comped with my hands my chin-length bright rich purple shaggy bob. That was my trademark hairstyle, not because the haircut was innovative, quite the opposite, but because of its orchid dyed
