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دار القلم العربي للنشر والتوزيع Editions Dar Al Qalam Al Arabi

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Publié par

دار القلم العربي للنشر والتوزيع Editions Dar Al Qalam Al Arabi

Date de parution

01 janvier 2020

Nombre de lectures

EAN13

9789920738651

Langue

English

Publié par

دار القلم العربي للنشر والتوزيع Editions Dar Al Qalam Al Arabi

Date de parution

01 janvier 2020

EAN13

9789920738651

Langue

English

Feral Heart

Duron Crejaro

Adaptation & Test Designing ABOUSSAIF MOHAMMED

Title : Feral Heart Writer: Duron Crejaro Adaptation & Test Designing ABOUSSAIF MOHAMMED Editor DAR ALKALAM ALARABI– KENITRA–MOROCCO N190 MAGHREB ARABI E mail: alqalamdar@gmail.com First edition 2020 D.L : 2020MO0417 ISBN 978-9920-738-65-1 2

Epigraph

The world burned, and with it mankind.It ended the rule of man’s law, and society.Yet, we persevered, and rebuilt.Seventeen years of terrible struggles.Humans defied nature, stayed the course.We coalesced into city-states, safe behind our walls.Then the Wylder appeared, and moved among us.Myths, Legends, Nightmares walked with us.Society has once again taken root.City-States flourish.The Wylder roam.~ Andrew Brooks ~

Chapter 1: A New Year It always happened the same way. I awoke in a pool of cold sweat, terrified or maybe exhilarated. I’m never quite sure which. Adrenaline coursed through me, as I sat upright my entire body trembling. I never can quite recall the dream, only remembering small bits. The restlost to my waking mind. It’s always night. I’m somewhere dark, and it felt neither warm nor cold. I have the sensation of running, but it’s different somehow. I smell something, and instinctually I began to track it, energy surged through me at the thought of a chase. That’s when I lost it. I sat for several minutes, and grasped at the threads of the dream, trying to hold onto them. With an almost inaudible groan, I looked at the clock. Nearly six a m. Time to get up, and I figured I could use a hot shower to wash away the sensations of the dream that lingered. I slipped from beneath the comforting warmth of my bedspread. I stripped the flannel nightgown, and tossed it lightly into the corner hamper. Fifteen glorious minutes of steamy exaltation

later, I stood, clean, awake and feeling refreshed. The remnants of the dream faded like the sweat washed from my body. I stood before the large vanity of the bathroom, brushed my teeth and started brushing the kinks from my hair as I looked at myself in the mirror. I grimaced. The mint-flavored paste left a bad taste in my mouth. I’ve never considered myself attractive, in the last year or two though, I definitely noticed the increased attention of the guys in my class. I am short. That might be an understatement since I stood just less than five feet. Petite some would say, too skinny I thought. Add that to the fact that my breasts lacked the size of other girls my age, and I just couldn’t see what they found so attractive. My hair was long, a few inches past shoulder length, and very chestnut brown, coupled with smooth high cheekbones, a narrow pert nose, and full pale pink lips that matched my tanned complexion nicely, and maybe, just maybe I could see what interested them, even if I found it a bit vain. I always gravitated to my eyes however. Mine were striking,least in m at y

estimation. They were a deep forest green in the middle of summer. The color faded inward lightening to an almost translucent sea-foam green with the faintest flecks of a pale yellow mixed in. Yes, I loved my eyes. I applied what little makeup I allowed myself to wear; just a little eye shadow and eyeliner to accentuate my eyes. I sighed a little and retreated back to the dark confines of my room, and pulled out the crisp new uniform that all students wore.Bleep Bleep Bleep, the alarm on my desk sounded, startling me. I turned it off and pulled on my panties and bra. With disgust, I inspected my clothes, plain tan khakis and a white blouse, the same for everyone. This year I was starting at the Academy. A centralized school all the youths of my respective age were required to attend. This year we would take an exhaustive plethora of general studies classes that would culminate in a placement exam at years end. This test decided which profession we would be thrust into, next year we would begin training in whatever field we were placed, and be expected to become a

contributing member of society. I dreaded it, but on the bright side, I could move away from home. I pulled my still damp hair into a loose ponytail, and headed downstairs. Breakfast time, a boring routine that I wished I could skip out on. My mother, Margrete, would have thrown a fit if I tried. I plopped down at the table to a hot plate of eggs, and sausage with gravy and biscuits. At least it consisted of something good I thought to myself. I sat in a stark silence, David, my father was gone to work already, as per the norm. He was an engineer for the city and a busy man. My mother would be leaving for her nursing job soon as well, and I would be left to my own devices, which on this particular day involved catching a bus to the academy. “Are you excited?” Mother asked.I swallowed a mouthful of eggs before answering. “Excited? About what? School?” I laughed. Sheignored my sarcasm, “Of course. You know the Academy is very important. This is the year that will determine the rest of your life.”

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