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Unelmoija: The Spiritshifter
by Elle Boca
Unelmoija Weeia series Book Three

Amy’s courage is tested once again. Her boyfriend Duncan and the Youth for Change leaders want to find out why young Weeia have no abilities. Should Amy get involved? Is it the right thing to do?

They decide to bring Weeia youth to Miami so Amy can try to amplify their abilities without revealing her identity. Behind the scenes, powerful forces oppose her. Will Duncan, her sister Kat and their friends be able to protect her?

Loi, an amplifier able to help young superhuman Weeia develop their abilities, is found dead of mysterious causes. Amy, like Loi, may be an amplifier. If she gets involved she might be next. Should she risk her life to help Weeia youth unlock their abilities?

Genre: Urban Fantasy
Content/Theme(s): Assassins, Superhumans, SciFi
Release Date: June 27, 2014
Publisher: Poyeen Publishing

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"This is the room," Ann said as she knocked on the door. There was no reply. She turned the doorknob and pushed open the door. We followed her inside. A figure lay prone on the floor across the room from the entrance. Ann ran. We followed.

"No, no," she whispered. "Loi, no."

Ann's husband lay face up on the floor. Trickles of blood ran out of his open eyes and down one side of his mouth. She checked for a pulse. Moving her head from side to side, she slumped beside the body.

"Is he—?" I asked no one in particular.

"Yes," my sister Kat, who had seen her share of action, said after checking for a pulse herself. She knelt on the other side of the body. Ann sat on her legs, silent, watching and listening without moving.

"He's not breathing. We should call an ambulance to be sure," Kat said.

As if someone had pressed a button, Ann began to move. When I saw she was holding her smartphone I thought she was going to make a call. Instead, she photographed the body with particular attention to the areas that had blood. Besides the eyes and mouth, there were also drops of blood in Loi's ears.

My boyfriend Duncan pulled his smartphone out of his pocket. "I'll make the call," he said. Before he had a chance to dial, the door opened.

Three men walked into the room. I recognized one of them. He wore the colors of the clan whose gathering we were attending. That morning, he had welcomed us to his territory and opened the gathering on behalf of the clan. The smile he had displayed like a badge earlier was gone. In its place was annoyance.

"Who are you?" he said to us.

"She's Loi's wife," Duncan said. He looked like he was about to explain who we were when the oldest of the three men spoke. From my limited knowledge, Weeia often had distinctive features and liked to dress up. He was unremarkable in appearance. So much so that for a split second, I wondered if he was human. His mousy gray hair matched his hunched and frail body. I was surprised to hear the power in his voice.

"Leave us," he said. Until that moment, I had been too distracted with their arrival to notice the energy that oozed from him. It was like the Weeia buzz on steroids. Soon after I learned that I was a member of the Weeia, an extraordinary race similar to humans in most ways, I found, if I paid attention, I could detect an energy signature that I thought of as a buzz, from others of my race. No one else seemed to notice his uber buzz.

Duncan, Kat and Ann moved toward the door. Their faces had an odd expression. The man watched me as I stood unmoving looking from the men to my sister and friends. It occurred to me something was happening that I was unaware of and that it would be best if I joined the others. I reached the door as Duncan exited the room. He walked out, letting the door shut without holding it open for me. That was unusual. Duncan was nothing if not polite. If I had needed confirmation something unusual was going on, that was it.

After walking down the hallway for a bit, they stopped. When I reached them their expressions had returned to normal.

"Let's find an open meeting room," Duncan said.

We tried several doors until we found an unlocked meeting room.

"What happened back there?" I asked. In response, they appeared puzzled.

"What just happened?" I said again, frustrated. Wasn't I speaking English?

"What do you mean?" Duncan said, looking surprised at the annoyance in my voice.

"One minute we're alone with Loi's body and the next three leaders show up and kick us out, and you leave without a word of protest," I said.

He looked at me. Kat and Ann turned to us with curious expressions. At that moment, it occurred to me the explanation could wait.

"You know what? Never mind. I'm going to sit across the room and meditate for a little while. It would be great if you would give me a few minutes to do that. Okay?" I didn't wait for his reply before I made my way to a chair in the corner. I sat down, took a deep breath and began meditating. Practice makes perfect. I had had considerable practice in recent months meditating my way into dreamshifting, which was my Weeia ability. It allowed me to do incredible things in dreams with my astral projection that I couldn't do in the flesh. At first, people could see my projection. Over time, I had learned to alter it and remain unseen.

Using my dreamshifting I made my way in an instant to the room we had left moments before. As I arrived, invisible to its occupants, I heard the eldest of the men speaking.

"Who was that young woman? At first, she didn't seem affected by my command."

"Which one?" Jonas, the clan leader I had recognized, asked, distracted.

"The one who left last," the older man said.

"She must be a guest," Jonas said. He was looking at Loi's body while the third man cleaned the blood off his face. The third man looked squeamish. "I haven't seen her before. In fact, I think none of them are clan members. They must all be guests."

"I can find out if you like, sir," the third man said to the oldest of them without stopping what he was doing. He acted as if he worked for the elderly man. It was more than that. His whole body language made me think he had much respect for his employer.

"It's of no importance," the frail looking man replied. "My overactive imagination must be playing tricks on me. Few can resist my commands. It must be that she was slow to respond by nature. We have more important issues to deal with right now."

Moments later, the blood was gone from Loi's face. Between Jonas and the third man, they repositioned the body.

"We have urgent matters to attend to, Jonas. I trust you can deal with this minor issue?" The elderly man said as he got up. It was more a statement than a question. As he looked up to the corner where I was, curiosity on his face, Jonas replied and he turned away.

"Yes, Elder Cifantes," Jonas said to the elderly man. "I will make sure the body is taken care of properly and the coroner declares it a natural death. I've known him for years, and besides now that we've removed the blood there's nothing to suggest otherwise." Jonas looked less than resigned with his task, but the older man either didn't notice or didn't care.

"The family?" Elder Cifantes asked with a touch of condescension. This was a careful man, I thought. He went as far as thinking about the family's reaction.

"They will do as they are told," Jonas said in a firm tone.

Elder Cifantes turned to the third man who was adjusting a detail on Loi's body. "Come Mica."

Mica stopped what he was doing to catch up with Elder Cifantes who was walking toward the door. He opened the door for him and followed the older man out. No words of appreciation or any others were exchanged, leaving me with the impression that Elder Cifantes was used to giving orders and having them obeyed without question.

As soon as they left, Jonas pulled out his mobile phone and made a call. "It's Jonas. How are you?" Silence followed as the person on the other side replied. "One of our members was found dead," he said in a hesitant tone. I thought it was odd that he said Loi was a member when he had just told Elder Cifantes we were guests. He must think the fewer details he shared the better, I concluded and focused on the conversation. "He had a heart condition so that must be what caused it. The thing is we have a meeting taking place here so I'm hoping we can do this quietly. Would you send someone over to pick up the body discretely so we don't startle the attendees at the event?" More silence. "Fantastic. I owe you."

He dialed a second number. "Drop whatever you're doing. I need you to wait for the coroner in the Garden Room in Hall C. He's coming to pick up a body." his voice took a commanding tone. He was quiet while the other person spoke. "It's one of our guests," he said. I imagined the first call had been to an outsider and the second one to a clan member. "No, nothing like that. He's not important, but one of The Elders was here and wants things kept quiet. He doesn't want any unpleasantness while he's here, and he doesn't want anything interrupting the gathering."

After he hung up, he sat down to wait for the person he had called. I returned to my body in the other room where Ann, Duncan and Kat were waiting for me. Even though I had dreamshifted many times the experience always surprised me. While I was dreamshifting, my consciousness was with me and my body stayed behind. It was unsettling to be apart from my body. I had gotten somewhat used to it so that the out of body feeling no longer startled me.

Dreamshifting was exhilarating. The sensation I felt was hard to explain to anyone who hadn't dreamshifted. Since dreamshifting was a rare ability, the only other person I knew who dreamshifted was my father. He was the first to know I was a dreamshifter. When I met him, a short time after my eighteenth birthday, I learned to my immense surprise, that I was Weeia and had the ability to dreamshift. He encouraged me to dreamshift, arguing that if using my ability felt good it had to be right.

At the same time, ever since my dreamshifting had started my mother had hammered into my head the danger of using my ability. The things I did while dreamshifting, she explained, could cause great harm without my ever intending it. Even if I did something good while dreamshifting, such as save someone's life, it could have horrible and unexpected effects, she told me. Trusting my mother more than my father I seldom dreamshifted. When I did, I was careful of my actions.
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