A group of friends get caught up in a war between beings called the Miski and the normal world, and try to deal with their own daily lives.
(Author note: This is a free web book I write in my spare time, it is far from done)
Tales of a Sun chronicles
Castor strode quickly through the cold park, the light fading quickly from the pinkish sky. He was in a hurry to go see his roommate Jack, there was a lot he wanted to tell him, a lot he’d hidden for a long time, but after what happened the previous night, Castor had decided it was time to tell not only Jack but also his girlfriend whom he was hoping to purpose to after his trip to South America. He’d been hired by a small time archeological company as an assistant, he mostly just hauled equipment and packed artifacts while the archeologists actually excavated and discovered new artifacts. Castor was grateful and in his opinion lucky to have the ADB pay for his education after the fiasco last year that ended up postponing the first expedition that was now rescheduled for this coming spring.
Castor glanced at his watch, it was almost 6:30pm, he had to hurry if he was going to beat Jack. Jack had just bought a scooter so he could get around faster but still not pay for insurance or very much for gas. He glanced up at his apartment building squinting, trying to see if his apartment lights where on or not. He knew it was pointless; him and Jack lived on the twelfth floor.
Castor strode into the building, fending off Borge by tossing him the last half of his sandwich from lunch earlier that day. “Thanks Castor, you have no idea….”
Castor did know, and it was why he helped Borge like he did. He pondered taking the elevator like he normally did but something didn’t quite feel right and he was driven to take the stairs. He cocked his head to the side, listening to the vibrations of the building. “Why does the building want me to take the stairs?” He pondered to himself as he started up the stairs of the building.
About five minuets later he came out of the stairwell on his floor and pulled his keys out sighing tiredly, cursing himself for listening to the vibrations of the building. As he turned the key the lock of his door there was a roaring sound that grew in intensity. Castor looked behind him and there was faltering bright light coming from the crack between the doors and as the noise grew the building began to shake. People started coming out of their apartments to see what was going on and Castor was suddenly filled with dread, as the air grew electrified on a level most human beings couldn’t detect as the elevator flew past their level and a few seconds later smashed into the ground with such force that most people weren’t still standing. To every one else, this was just a freak elevator accident, but for Castor and people like him, it was a Mishki doing something it wasn’t supposed to be.