Alien Enslaved--Rebellion: Birth of a King
Title Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Epilogue
Alien Enslaved—Rebellion:
Birth of a King
By
Kaitlyn O’Connor
© copyright Dec. 2019 by Madris DePasture writing as Kaitlyn O’Connor
Cover Art by Ginny Dixon, December 2019
ISBN 978-1-60394-
Smashwords Edition
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Chapter One
“Star light, star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may. I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.”
Emmaline felt a little hollow and a lot uncomfortable in the silence that followed that recital her grandmother had taught her long, long ago.
She was feeling sorry for herself, she realized with a flicker of irritation.
She didn’t know why it was that Christmas made her feel like that. It wasn’t as if she was used to being surrounded by a large, loving family, after all.
It wasn’t as if she wasn’t perfectly content with her solitary life in a general way, either.
She loved her cabin in the deep woods!
She loved that she never had to deal with people unless she just wanted to or needed supplies.
She thought she must have been predisposed to be a loner, to enjoy the kind of pursuits that didn’t require a partner—like art and reading and nature studies.
And of course, having been reared by two parents who were brilliant academics and spent the majority of the time off in their own little worlds had just reinforced that disposition, she was sure.
Her only sibling, a younger brother, was the complete opposite—outgoing—a real social ‘butterfly’, but as self centered in his own way, always off inhisown little world where she was a complete outsider.
She shook the thoughts as the star that had inspired the recital from her early childhood caught her attention again with another twinkling flash of light.
A frown drew her brows together as she slowed the car and stared at it, hard, through her windshield. “That looks bigger,” she muttered.
After staring for a long moment, wry amusement replaced her confusion. “Way to go, Em! Wish upon a helicopter, or whatever that is!”
Of course, she wasn’t daft enough to think her wish would have come true if it had been a real star that had caught her attention. Her amusement deepened. “I forgot to make the wish anyway.”
But she hadn’t, she realized immediately. She just hadn’t voiced it. It was still floating around in the back of her mind. ‘Bring me someone to love who will love me back.’
Her throat closed as she acknowledged the wish from her heart.
How long had that been there, floating around, unacknowledged?
Maybe always, she though glumly.
Maybe she wasn’t actually a loner by choice after all?
She didn’t pursue that thought.
Because she abruptly realized the bright object was getting brighter and bigger and that meant closer.
Silence engulfed her like a cotton blanket as she brought her electric car to a stop. It was downright deafening.
It wasn’t a helicopter or a plane.
And it was coming straight at her!
She didn’t think it was just going to pass over really close.
It was coming down!
Sucking in a panicked breath, Emmaline threw the car in reverse and began to back up, dimly aware that the thing was moving so fast it would hit her before she could turn the car around.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t really that good at backing up in the broad daylight on a straight road. The curvy country road defeated her. The car jolted when it left the pavement, redirecting her attention for several critical seconds. She slammed on brakes, then thought about the meteor she’d seen heading for her and whipped a terrified look around just in time to see the thing slam into the trees on the other side of the road. Leaves and broken branches flew in every direction. One small piece of flying debris hit her windshield hard enough to crack it, drawing a gasping scream out of her, but mostly she was just paralyzed with shock, too stunned with what had happened to actually assimilate it.
As silence settled around her again, though, her brain finally threw out a possibility.
She’d seen a plane or helicopter crash.
The engine, clearly, had stopped and that was why she hadn’t heard anything.
The object was too big to be a meteor.
Well, of course, it could have been even bigger and still been a meteor, but it would have left a crater where she was sitting if it had been. The thing had … well, seemed to have slowed.
That had to be wrong. It had to be a trick of the mind caused by shock.
But it was a crash of some sort and there would … or could be people that needed help!
Almost before the thought had fully formed, she bailed out of her car and charged toward the crash site. She’d already crossed the road and plunged into the brush on the other side before it occurred to her that she’d left her cell in the car. It wouldn’t have occurred to her then except she discovered it was pitch black the moment she got under the tree canopy. She checked, momentarily distracted by the lack of a way to make light, but shook it off fairly quickly.
She thought speed might be more important. If she found someone in dire need, she could run back for the phone.
There was a full moon and a clear sky. It wasn’t enough light for surgery, but it was plenty to see her way and she discovered fairly quickly that the thing she’d seen had cleared a path as it came down.
Moonlight gleamed on the surface almost as if it was wet, clearly illuminating the condition of the thing. She could see some damage, but it seemed remarkably intact considering it had fallen out of the sky.
It hadn’t landed gently. She recalled the vibration she’d felt at impact
