Christine Myers shares BK 5 in the Aledan Series. PSION'S CHILDREN

Earlier this year I had debated whether to draft the fifth book in the Aledan Series. Then I revised and rebranded the series with new book covers and new scenes. I also published a free prequel to tell Hankura and Chelle’s stories from the beginning.

Now I have completed Psion’s Children, the fifth book in the Aledan Series:

PSION'S CHILDREN

BY

Christine Myers

Jamerin Narcaza was the strongest human psion alive. They called him the Promised One; his mission was to free the Psions of Aledus.Only the Wholaskans of Velran were strong enough to control him, so they taught him to control himself by following the strict Psion Code of Ethics.

Because he revered the Wholaskans Jamerin adhered to those principals until he met her. Parei was his psi-mate, and they were going to take her away. That's when he went against everything he had been taught to control his parents' minds and make them let Parei stay.

How could a boy so bad be destined to perform a task so honorable? Can the Wholaskan's reform him where his parents can't? Will he destroy their minds like his grandmother nearly had years before he was born?

Can he really free the minds of Aledus?

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Excerpt from Psion’s Children:

Three children were not so happy to be coming back to Oltarin: Jamerin, his sister Lara and Parei.

“We are psi-mates,” Jamerin said to Parei. “We will be life mates.  We should stay together.”

“And you’re my best friend,” Lara added.  They were alone in the tiny playroom of the Sential Trader.

“And you both are my best friends,” Parei replied.  She and Jamerin were eight and Lara was five. “But Mommy says we are too young.  We have to be grown up to be life mates.”

“Our parents said the same thing,” said Jamerin. “But, I already knew that. Mesgar told me. He knew we would meet and said that we would be together forever---someday. But I want it to be now so we can play and do school, ride our horses, and have fun together.”

“I know,” Parei sighed. “I want that, too. But we can’t.  Mommy said that your Dad told her we will still be connected in our dreams when we are apart---like your dad and mom.”

“That’s not enough,” Jamerin asserted. “We can take you with us, and they won’t even know you’re gone.  I know how we can do it...”

“Parei is so upset.  I don’t know what to do,” Rona mused.  “She wants us to let her stay on Oltarin with Jamerin.  They’re only eight. I don’t want to be apart from her that long. We only come around here every two years.”

“We feel the same way,” Chelle said. “Jamerin and Lara are upset too.”

“We reminded him of Mesgar’s teachings and told him about our psi-mating,” said Hankura.  “Chelle and I never met face to face until twenty years after we touched minds. I even shared the memories with him. He said it was different because we didn’t get to spend six months playing together and then get split apart.”

“He’s right,” Chelle agreed.  “We were never quite real to each other until we met.”

“So, what do we do?” Parei’s mother asked. “Put them into stasis until they turn eighteen?”

“That would only solve one problem and restrict their natural development,” Hankura said with a rueful grin. “We could sedate them for a few days to give them time to adjust to the separation.”

“What about stasis for just a couple months?” Captain Otian, Parei’s stepfather, suggested.

“Their separation anxiety would still feel just as fresh as it does now,” Chelle said. “Mild sedation could take the edge off. Then after a few days taper it and encourage them to connect with telepathy.  Psi-mates can do that.”

“We should start the meds today since we only have three days until we touch down.  I’ll bring you enough for a few days before we turn in tonight.” Hankura said.

“I don’t think we have a choice,” Parei’s mother said.  “They can’t be together for ten more years.  It’s bad enough they will only see each other every two years---but Otian’s life---our life is out there. She gestured toward the stars.”

“It will be fine,” Chelle told her, “this is different than for Hankura and me.  They have us to take care of them until they can be together.  It will give them something to look forward to.”…..

  Hankura, what are we going to do? They won’t let us in, and we can’t make them. Everything was going fine until they met Parei.

I know. It was bad timing all around. They’ve had six months to bond, and now we want to separate them, and they are resisting---punishing us for keeping them apart.

Should we have let Jamerin stay with Parei?  They’re only eight---not ready for a psi-mate bond.

We can’t break the psi-mate bond….

We wouldn’t if we could.

Perhaps we can convince him to put it away for when he is older.

First, we must get him to listen to us, and neither Jamerin nor Lara are letting us in right now. And he is stronger than both of us combined.

This was damned bad timing for psi-mating.  Everything was under control until this. I think we should sedate them at bedtime for the next few days and then try to reason with them. We can’t force them to do anything. Medication is a temporary solution. Jamerin must remember that psi-mating is for mating and having children which must wait until he is an adult. He’s years from puberty, I doubt he is motivated by the mating instinct.  I never felt it until I became sexually active at nineteen.  Only then did I start having sex dreams about you.

But we never met face to face as children. There was no time for the bond to strengthen before you were whisked away to Velran.

This was so unexpected. We shouldn’t have let them spend the last six months together. Then, how long would we have waited for another transport back to Oltarin? Besides, we already have millions invested in the Sential Trader.

…And been through so much with Otian and the rest of the crew. They are our friends. They came back to Velran just for us.

We should have foreseen the problem we’re facing now.

We just wanted to come home.

And here we are.

Jamerin and Lara were apparently asleep when the hovercraft set down at their mountain home.  They were still blocking their parents’ telepathy so they couldn’t be sure.  It was past their bedtime.  Orin Hart, the big Tregan they’d saved on Zevus Mar was waiting just inside the hoverport when they touched down. He carried Jamerin, Hankura carried Lara, and Chelle carried baby Calan into the house to put them to bed. They had been dressed in comfortable lounging clothes in anticipation they would fall asleep before arriving home.

Hankura and Chelle decided to administer the sedatives to blunt their emotions temporarily until they could resolve the issue of separating Jamerin from his psi-mate.  Once they put their children to bed, they fell into bed exhausted. They didn’t discover anything amiss until breakfast the next morning.

Neither Hankura nor Chelle surprised that Jamerin and Lara didn’t wake up to share the morning meal with them due to the sedative administered.  It was Orin Hart’s question that puzzled them.

“Where is your hovercraft?”

“It’s not in the port?” Hankura frowned.

“Nope.” Orin shook his head.

“But everyone is here. Lara and Jamerin are still asleep,” Chelle said.

“Did you check on them?” Orin asked.

“I did,” Hankura said. “Go see for yourself,” he added, suddenly not so sure he saw what he thought he saw.

Orin nodded and strode down the hallway, stopping first at Jamerin’s room then Lara’s. “They aren’t here,” he called back.

Both Hankura and Chelle jumped up from the table and ran to their children’s rooms.  They saw two beds occupied with sleeping children.  “Orin, they’re right there,” Hankura insisted.

Orin shook his head, uncertainly. “They are not.”

Though he couldn’t read the Tregan’s thoughts, he could tell by his facial expression that he wasn’t joking.  Hankura went and looked again into Jamerin’s room and still saw his sleeping son in the bed.  He blinked and shook his head, but the vision didn’t change.  He knew that Chelle was seeing Lara sleeping in her room. A frisson of fear crept up and down their spines as they suspected what was happening.

Jamerin!