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SHAPELING TRILOGY
DAVIDE: PRINCE
SHAPELING TRILOGY
DAVIDE: PRINCE
Book Three
Copyright © 2011 by Verna Clay
Second Edition Copyright © 2016 by Verna Clay
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. And any resemblance to actual person, living, dead (or in any other form), business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
For dreamers of fantasies…
Books in the SHAPLING TRILOGY
ROTH: PROTECTOR
Book One
FAWN: MASTER
Book Two
DAVIDE: PRINCE
Book Three
Uluru, the sandstone monolith located in The Red Center of Australia, is magic and beauty and mystery of such incredulity, that I felt compelled to write about it. So I watched my travel videos about this rock island in the midst of desert sands, again and again, hoping to find words of expression.
Enjoy the fantasy,
Verna Clay
[email protected]
www.vernaclay.com
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
PART ONE
CHAPTER 1: PARTY'S OVER
CHAPTER 2: UNREALISTIC EXPECTATION
CHAPTER 3: "GET A LIFE"
CHAPTER 4: FATEFUL INTERRUPTION
CHAPTER 5: UNANIMOUS VOTE
CHAPTER 6: TALK ABOUT A WALKABOUT
CHAPTER 7: FINDING ZOE
CHAPTER 8: HEAVENLY MUSIC
CHAPTER 9: EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED
CHAPTER 10: PERSUASION
CHAPTER 11: DECISION
CHAPTER 12: WELCOME TO AUSSIE LAND
CHAPTER 13: THE RED CENTER
CHAPTER 14: ULURU MAGIC
CHAPTER 15: WALKABOUT
CHAPTER 16: COMPOSER
CHAPTER 17: THE MAP
PART TWO
CHAPTER 18: SETTING SAIL
CHAPTER 19: BOUND FOR HAWAII
CHAPTER 20: BOUND FOR THE ISLE OF SHAPLINGS
CHAPTER 21: ALAS, WE MEET
CHAPTER 22: POWER FOR CHANGE
CHAPTER 23: CONFESSION
EPILOGUE
ZOE'S SONG
AUTHOR'S NOTE
NOVELS AND NOVELLAS BY VERNA CLAY
SOMEWHERE by the Sea (excerpt)
Finding SOMEWHERE Series
PROLOGUE
Wade Spencer lifted on his elbow to gaze at his beautiful wife as a shaft of moonlight caressed her face. He bent to kiss her cheek. She lifted her eyelids and reached her hand to smooth his brow. "I love you," she whispered.
Brushing his lips gently from the corner of her mouth to her ear, he responded, "And I love you more than life." Smoothing his hand through her coal black hair, he reveled in its silkiness, and in that shaft of moonlight, Wade and Fawn lost themselves to a lovers' paradise begun twenty-five years earlier.
Hours later, pink sunlight filtered through the curtains above their bed and Wade trailed the tip of his finger across his wife's jaw. He felt a tear. "What is it, love? I know something's bothering you because I've felt it for a while, but I've been waiting until you're ready to talk about it. Does it have anything to do with a mission?"
Fawn sniffed and nodded and turned her head to gaze into her husband's eyes. "The mission was…was…Zoe's mission."
"Fawn, that was years ago."
"I know. But Wade, I'm worried about Zoe. She's not coming to Davide's twenty-fifth birthday party; which makes it two years in a row."
"Honey, she's busy traveling the world."
"That never stopped her before."
"Sweetheart, don't cry." Wade smiled at the familiar endearment with its two-fold meaning. It was also the name he'd given the feral horse his wife was so fond of shifting into. He'd come across the white mare shortly after meeting Fawn, not knowing that she was the mare. "It can't be easy getting time off from a symphony orchestra." He added playfully, "They do need the lead violinist. Besides, what does that have to do with Zoe's mission all those years ago?" He watched his wife close her eyes and inhale deeply.
"There's something I never told you," she said with a sob.
"Fawn, please tell me what's wrong?" He enfolded her in his arms, loving her softness, and wanting to make love to her again.
"Zoe loves Davide."
"Of course, she does. She's known him since his birth."
"No, you don't understand." She gulped and hiccupped. "She loves him…like I love you."
Wade leaned back, incredulous. "How do you know? Has she confided in you?"
Another sob racked Fawn and tears overflowed. "I have to tell you something Zoe told me years ago."
"Sweetheart, what is it?"
"Remember the day you rode Misty Morning to stop me from leaving the ranch; the day you proposed?"
"Of course."
"Well, Zoe told me something that day and made me promise never to tell anyone. It's about the 'pretty' voice she hears—the one coming from the sipapu in the Anasazi ruins."
Wade responded, "She said she hears the words …love…prince."
Fawn sniffled. "She hears more than that. She hears the whole phrase."
Wade waited.
Fawn bit her bottom lip and lifted tear drenched eyelashes. She stared into Wade's questioning eyes and said, "She hears, 'You are the Great Love of the Great Prince. You are his Princess.' And when she was twenty-six and Davide was nineteen, she confided about how much she loves him as her soul mate."
Wade inhaled sharply. "What!"
PART ONE
ULURU
The mountain lives, it breathes, it calls to me in my dreams.
—Davide Roth Beowolf
CHAPTER 1:
PARTY'S OVER
Zoe unfolded the invitation for the hundredth time.
You are invited to the twenty-fifth birthday celebration for Davide Roth Beowolf.
She closed the elaborate card and tossed it on the ornate coffee table in the tiny sitting area of her hotel room. She leaned back and rested her head against the cushions of the overstuffed couch, and then lifted her skinny legs onto the table. Using her foot to shove aside a picture book of places to put on one's "bucket list," she closed her eyes, and in her mind traveled back almost twenty-five years to the day she'd first seen Davide. A bittersweet smile lifted the corners of her mouth. She had been seven years old and traveled with Fawn, her nanny—later to become her beloved stepmother—to visit Roth and Rainey Beowolf and their new baby. As she'd approached his cradle, the aura surrounding him had taken her breath away; it only radiated shades of gold, and in that moment, she'd known he was very special.
Zoe opened her eyes and sat up. She reached for the picture book and flipped it open. It landed on the massive sandstone mountain of Uluru in Australia. To distract her mind, she read the caption.
Uluru is located in Uluru-Kata Tjuta National Park. It is the world's largest monolith and a sacred site to Aborigines because of its importance in dreamtime legends. If you are adventurous, a visit to Uluru in The Red Center of the Australian Outback is the journey of a lifetime!
She closed the book, picked up the invitation again, and then crushed it in her palm. Her simple act brought tears to her eyes. Destroying the invitation felt like she was destroying her own heart—yet again.
She'd loved Davide from the first moment she'd seen him. As a child, that love had been as one child loves another. Later, when he'd reached his late teens, she'd loved him as a young woman loves the man of her dreams. Of course, she'd never revealed her feelings, waiting for him to grow into adulthood. Naively, she had believed he would come to love her in the same manner. All because of the "pretty" voice.
Zoe contemplated the voices she always heard when she was near Anasazi ruins. Fawn had discovered that the voices were coming from sipapus located in the circular ceremonial sites of all Anasazi kivas. For Puebloan peoples, sipapus were symbolic of the place where the chaotic third world entered the current fourth world. When she was home, they originated from the cliff dwellings in Hidden Canyon on her father's ranch. Somehow, Zoe's heightened perception had tapped into that metaphysical realm. As she'd grown older, she had learned to ignore the chaotic voices just as her mother had.
She felt the sting of tears; she hadn't thought about her birth parent in a long time. Remembering her gentle mother now brought the familiar heartache. Kristal had died in a senseless car accident caused by a drunk driver that Zoe and her father had survived.
Two years after the accident, Fawn had entered their lives on a mission from her council to assist Zoe and her father in understanding Zoe's unusual abilities. At first, her father hadn't believed the fantastical revelation that his daughter could see auras and hear otherworldly voices. Later, after Zoe had been kidnapped and Fawn had revealed herself as another species of creation—not human—he had incredulously accepted the impossible, and finally understood the last few minutes of his first wife's life. She had also had the ability to see auras. Unfortunately, her ability had only allowed her to see murky grays and blacks associated with evil. However, with her dyi
Zoe swiped at her tears and traced a finger over Davide's crumpled name on the invitation. Then she walked to the bathroom and dropped it in the toilet. She hadn't attended last year celebration and she wasn't going to attend this one, either. The decision to cease contact with Davide had been made during his twenty-third birthday party. It wasn't until then that she'd realized the futility of her love for him. At that party, she had been thirty years old and still believed the words of the "pretty" voice from the sipapu.
You are the Great Love of the Great Prince. You are his Princess.
She flipped the toilet handle and watched the invitation swirl, fighting the crushing desire to quickly reach and retrieve it.
CHAPTER 2:
UNREALISTIC EXPECTATION
Davide sat under a brilliant moon on the balcony of his third story bedroom and watched the night flight of the eagles. He followed their dark shapes soaring above the field of wild flowers beyond the manicured lawns of the Childress Estate. They reached the lawn and circled several times, obviously aware of him. He waved and they dived toward his balcony. The larger bald eagle landed first, near his feet, and then the smaller one next to her mate. Davide grinned and waited for the shift.
Within milliseconds, the eagles morphed into Roth and Rainey Beowolf, his parents. The exhilarated look on his mother's face made Davide pat the chair next to him. "Take a seat, Mom, and tell me about your flight."
For several minutes Davide listened to his mother's enraptured descriptions. He never tired of her enthusiasm. Finally, she rose and reached a hand toward her husband. "If we don't leave soon, I'm going to bore Davide to tears."
"Never," Davide responded, his voice sounding bittersweet. His mother placed her hand gently on his cheek and his father patted his shoulder.
His mother changed the subject. "Zoe isn't coming to your birthday party this year, either."
"When did you find out?" Davide frowned.
"Fawn called earlier today and told me."
"What country is her tour group in?"
"She's in Spain—Barcelona; soon to leave for Madrid."
"I haven't seen her in two years. She used to attend every party."
"Did the two of you have a falling out?" Roth asked.
"If we did, then I don't know about it. I've sent her emails and she's only responded to a handful, saying how busy she is. I've left her voicemails, too. It's not like her."
Roth patted his shoulder again. "Keep trying, son. We'll see you in the morning."
"Okay, Dad." Davide watched his parents lower their heads to speak the Prayer of Secrecy that would shift them back into eagles. They flapped powerful wings and lifted skyward. He watched their ascent and disappearance behind low clouds. He blew a breath and rubbed his temples, thinking about Zoe. The strange attitude these past two years of his best friend baffled and depressed him. They had grown up together. Zoe had even babysat him when she was a teenager. He remembered fondly the pillow fight wars they'd often found themselves in. God, he missed her.
Davide caught sight of his parents zipping in and out of the clouds, diving and chasing one another. To take his mind off Zoe, he remembered the first time his mother had shifted when he was ten years old. For years she had faithfully followed her husband's instructions. His father had taught that the key to shifting rested in focus. Shortly before her first shift, he remembered seeing his mother in tears. He'd walked past the cracked library door and heard the desperation in her voice. "Roth, I'm a failure. I'll never be able to soar with you."
"Soiuer, you cannot give up. If it's meant to happen, it will."
His mother had sobbed and Davide had peeked beyond the door to see his father gently kissing her tears away.
He also remembered her bursting into his room a few days after the crying incident and exclaiming, "I did it, Davide!" She'd rushed back out and he'd run behind her while she searched the house for his father and found him in the surveillance room talking to Johnson, one of the many bodyguards employed by Hank Childress to protect his family. When she'd burst into the room looking like a wild woman, both Roth and Johnson had rushed toward her.
Grinning, Davide remembered how she had thrown her arms around his father's neck and kissed him passionately. His father hadn't known the reason for her joyfulness, but he had participated wholeheartedly in that kiss. When she pulled away, she'd repeated her words. "I did it!"
Although Johnson had given her a quizzical look, his father had known exactly what she was talking about, and so had Davide. His father had hustled her from the surveillance room and nodded for Davide to come with them. Back in the privacy of their own quarters in the huge mansion, Roth had hugged his wife and twirled her around. After he'd set her down, she said, "Watch."
While Davide and his father watched, his mother had lowered her head, silently moving her mouth in prayer, and shifted into a bald eagle. Davide would never forget that moment. He'd looked at his father, a legend among shapelings with the rank of Shapeling Master, and seen tears fill his eyes. It was the only time he'd ever seen him cry. His mother's accomplishment had fulfilled her consuming desire to soar with his father. Since that time, however, she had never attained the ability to shift into any creature other than the bald eagle, but it was enough. Her happiness was complete.
Davide stood and walked to the railing. Watching his parents' soaring antics, he asked himself a question. What about you, Davide? Is your happiness complete? The answer to that question was a no-brainer. No. He sucked in the sweet smell of spring, and sighed. All his life he had been told about how his parents met and how the son of their love was prophesied to become the Great Prince.
"What a crock," Davide whispered into the breeze, "a Shapeling Prince unable to shift." Long ago, he had determined the universe had played a dirty trick on him. Since babyhood, his parents had trained him in the art of shapeling focus, to no avail.
He shook his head. His mother was only half shapeling and she had attained the ability to shift into at least one creature. His twelve year old sister was making great progress, and here he was, supposedly a prince, who had never even come close to shifting. Even with his inability to shift, however, his parents had never wavered in their belief that he was the fulfillment of prophesy; that he was the Great Prince spoken of by sages.
Disgusted, Davide turned from the balcony and the midnight flight of his parents.
CHAPTER 3:
"GET A LIFE"
Zoe closed her eyes and let the music take her away. She listened for her cue and then lifted her violin bow. Again, magic flowed through the simplicity, yet complexity, of moving her fingers and bow over the strings of her Stradivarius. Thank you, Mrs. Porter, for giving me piano lessons and a love of music. For the next hour and a half she became one with the song. Into her music she poured her heartbreak and love for Davide.
All too soon, the orchestra reached the crescendo and began their musical descent back into the land of the living. The song ended and Zoe removed the bow from the strings. She stood with the orchestra and bowed after the maestro waved his hand toward them. The curtains closed, opened again to accolades, and then closed again. She stretched and reached for her violin case, gently tucking her beloved instrument away. She would be forever grateful to the Beowolf family for gifting her with such a fabulous violin.
