Balancer's Soul

Balancer’s Soul

Published by H. LeeMorgan at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 H. Lee Morgan

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ISBN 978-1-4661-6271-6

An ancient and powerful race known as
Balancer’s have lived among humanity for many millennia and rarely
been noticed. They are human in most physical aspects, but are
truly different in others. Our ancestors called them at one time or
another; Witches, Sorcerers, Wizards, Demons, Monsters and so on.
In reality they bring balance back to anything that they deem needs
it, with the use of their abilities. That also includes balancing
themselves.

All true balancer’s are born female, and are
innately immortal. The power of a female Balancer is not in
harmony, being single, so they require male mates to regulate their
imbalanced energies. When an unbreakable pact is made, their mate
also becomes a Balancer as well as gaining supernatural attributes
themselves.

***

“Welcome to our new home.” Jack confirmed
stoically to his daughter over the hand held radio that linked the
two vehicles. Sarah had been following behind him in her little
blue car as he drove the moving truck to their new residence for
nearly two mind-numbing days. Jack left a few weeks earlier to come
and get things setup beforehand for their new life, in a new town
and recently returned to retrieve his daughter. Now it’s Sarah’s
turn to get settled in. Not that there isn’t much choice. He bought
an old cabin home that had been on the market for a few years, but
in the economy and area it wasn’t appearing to sell anytime soon.
Finding such a place seemed perfect for them so he bought the
property outright, after looking it over. The electricity and phone
lines had previously been installed and supposedly from what he
explained it had been built sturdy. After the paperwork had been
finalized the phone lines and power was reactivated. Jack had even
found Sarah the ideal job that would suit her for the time being.
She hadn’t protested.

The sun had just begun to set as the small
convoy of father and daughter arrived, with no city lights lining
the road it became dark rather quickly. Just the way she liked it.
The calm and quiet of rural areas suited her nature.

Pulling into the driveway just after her
father, Sarah thought about the drive over here. They left
Washington State early yesterday morning, well before the sun came
up. It took well over twenty hours to drive the distance and they
had no more than an hour or so of sleep. Jack was in a perpetual
snit and wanted the long drive to take his mind off of a particular
matter, thereby forcing Sarah to keep pace or be left behind. The
Brandersons’ new home is now in Minnesota, in a small town that has
a name that she’ll hopefully forget one day. Jillian, her mother,
will catch up to them in a month or so to because she forgot to tie
up a few loose ends. Sarah’s parents loved the city life, but for
her they always move to quiet and small towns, but were always no
more than an hour from a large city. To Sarah, nature is more
beautiful to her than an environment of concrete, crowds and
annoying noises at all hours. Plus crime is lower in less populated
areas and easier to deal without outside interference or law
enforcement.

Before moving to this small town, they had
work to do. Sarah and her family and had to create new identities
and legitimate references. Those were easy to make or bribe. They
kept their normal names, but had to change the year of their births
to a more recent and believable date. Three elaborate backgrounds
were also created so that they could remain inconspicuous to some
level of scrutiny, but if need be they had enough pull to keep
someone off their trail, if someone caught on to their secret. They
like privacy like so many others, but they have other backups just
incase and even create last minute exit strategies to get out of
any local danger.

Getting out of the car and looking around at
the scenery of the new cottage, it reminded Sarah of her thirtieth
home. Wild and uncut grass wrapped itself around the house and the
entire property. Small pine saplings peeked over some of the hip
high grass, almost as a welcome sign. The single story dwelling
connected to an open two car garage that stood before her. She
closed the door of her small blue car, that her father built a few
years ago. Growing up without any modern conveniences was not a
pleasant time for anyone and she adored her personal mode of
transportation. Still, Sarah couldn’t wait to take the burden of
travel out of the vehicle and spend some time soaking in a bathtub
of hot, bubbly water.

Jack opened up the house like he had
been living there for years, after turning off the Do-it-yourself
rental truck, and turned on all of the lights. She sighed thinking
how boring this move has been, like all the others.
“
Couldn’t there be one place I would feel
content to live?”
Sarah though hopelessly and opened
the back door. Grabbing her luggage out of the back seat of the car
she casually walked through the front door of the house.

Firstly she began to look for her new room
for the next few dreaded years.

There were three bedrooms, one bath, a
fully stocked kitchen, a living room and an empty study, which her
mother already claimed. All of the walls were painted a bland and
ancient color that was peeling off the old surfaces. The living
room needed new carpeting and the ceiling fans all need to be
dusted as well and every window in every room needed to be scrubbed
clean. It was easy to tell that this residence has been vacant
for
quite
some time. Word is,
the previous residents moved south to a warmer climate. The floor
had been crafted all from hardwood, but it needed to be swept and
refinished. The first bedroom room Sarah opened was the largest, so
she knew her parents would occupy it and she didn’t want to cause a
disturbance. The next room held far too much light, when the sun
would come up in the morning, so that wasn’t an option. And the
last room felt perfect for her. It is isolated from the rest of the
house and doesn’t need too much work. The air tasted slightly
stale, but it wasn’t musty thankfully. She opened the window to
allow fresh air to circulate and a smile barely touched the corner
of her mouth as she peered into the failing light. The bonus to
this residence for her was that it felt really dark and it pointed
to a wild, natural tree line. What new wonders did those trees
hold?

In the new room sat a new single size
bed, an antique dresser and a full length mirror. She sighed
thinking:
“It’s just perfect for my plain
and inconspicuous looks.”
Sarah looked in the mirror
and thought
“How could anyone would want to
have a boring woman like me. My looks are bland and my mirrored
wardrobe matches my outlook. The chipped paint has more personality
than I do.”

Knowing how little sleep she received during
this trip and her first day of school started in the morning, she
took that heavenly bath and quickly went to sleep on her new bed
mattress that hadn’t been broken in.

***

“Another start to a great and terrible day!”
Connor yawned airily while walking into the lit kitchen to first
notice his mother, Jenny, and his little sister, Kara. Kara was
sitting at the dining room table eating a scrambled egg and cheese
omelet and a piece of wheat toast. Jenny was already busy cooking
eggs on the skillet for herself. They both turned to look directly
at him.

“Awe… Quit your bellyaching and have some
breakfast!” Remarked Jenny with a light laugh. Jenny is your
typical mom of two young adults. She’s fun, loving and relentlessly
overprotective. She is of average build of a forty three year old
woman, but that is all that’s typical about her. Just keep out of
her way when she is in a hurry… if you know what’s good for you.
Being the son of the head nurse at the biggest hospital in the
county, you learn to move out of the way when she needs to do
something immediately.

“Brother! Why don’t you do something
about those bullies at school? I know for a
fact
they won’t be a match, you need to stick up
for yourself.” Blurted out his rambunctious eighteen year old
sister, Kara. It wasn’t the first time she expressed this
sentiment. She is barley five foot one and, dripping wet, weighs
one hundred and five pounds. She has three hobbies that she is
passionate about; cheerleading, painting and annoying the life out
of Connor. She is a true master of all three. Her personality is
akin to a Jack Russell terrier who mainstreams caffeine. She is
small, annoying, won’t be quiet for more than a thousandth of a
second and he somehow adores her very much. She makes his life just
a little more interesting and difficult at the same time. An odd
balance.

“Because Kara. If I fought those guys,
nothing would
ever
be solved.”
Connor answered blandly with a yawn at the end of the
sentence.

“What do you mean, Brother?” She asked
somewhat innocently. She then threw an apple at him from off the
counter and he caught it mindlessly. Also ever since Kara was
little she has only ever called Connor,
Brother
. She’s never once called him by his given
name since she was born.

“He means that he is nineteen, six foot
and two and weighs 240 pounds. He’s larger than your average high
school senior, even for a football player, not to mention he’s
built like a tank.” Jenny leaned closer to Kara and lowered her
tone meaningfully. “
Think
Kara,
what
would happen
if Connor so much as punched one of his classmates
without
holding back?” She asked
while being serious and looking Kara in the eyes with a quizzical
expression.

“Hopefully the bully will get a concussion.
Better yet! Brother would knock him into a coma. Oh, and maybe
Brother will break their bones like dry twigs.” Kara squeaked and
grinned up at Jenny innocently.

“And?
What else
would happen because of his actions, Kara?” She asked, waiting for
more. Kara started shrinking away because Jenny started to give
her
The Evil Eye
when she
realized her mistake.

“I would be suspended or worse,
expelled. Then Granddaddy won’t take me out camping because of our
agreement to not fight for myself. Also this is our last semester
as high school students and then it will
all
be over. I can put up with their pointless
and childish drama until then, Sis. Besides what would I have to
gain if I hurt them?” Connor had to speak to get Kara out of
Jenny’s spotlight. “Hey Kara! Go get my things ready, I’m in the
mood to run this morning. Get a move on.”

As Kara gladly left the kitchen she said
under her breath “Yes! This is going to be a fun ride today.” She
said it obviously not only to help in Connor’s training, but to get
away from Jenny’s piercing glare.

After Kara left the kitchen, Connor
felt his mom’s eyes on the back of his head burning a bald spot
there. He could always tell when someone was watching or something
strange was about to happen. David, his grandfather always called
that his Sixth Sense or as Connor calls it, Instinct. To this day
it has never been proven wrong. “What’s wrong, Mom?” He asked
without turning around. He then took a bite out of the green apple
in his hand.
“Yea… What a great morning
breakfast…NOT!”
He thought to himself. Not a moment
later the toast popped up out of the toaster, he caught it in
midair, without looking, and took out a large bite in one fluid
motion. He has always had exceptional reflexes.

“Why do you always help your sister out when
I try and ask her a serious question? I’m trying to teach her that
she can’t always be so rash and impulsive.” She asked in a tone
that was quite obviously annoyed.