{"id":1038,"date":"2018-01-16T14:23:22","date_gmt":"2018-01-16T20:23:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/katerudolph.net\/?page_id=1038"},"modified":"2018-01-16T14:26:13","modified_gmt":"2018-01-16T20:26:13","slug":"kayleb-chapter-one","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/katerudolph.net\/index.php\/kayleb-chapter-one\/","title":{"rendered":"Kayleb: Chapter One"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Chapter One<\/h3>\n

Kayleb NaMoren didn\u2019t want to die. He walked down a small street near the apartment he shared with his brother and Penny, his brother\u2019s mate, and tried to block out the yawning chasm of despair that clawed at his heart.<\/p>\n

He was out of time.<\/p>\n

As a youth he\u2019d never cursed the Denya Price. His parents had found one another, as had several other family members. Yes, some Detyens died at thirty because they couldn\u2019t find their mates. But that didn\u2019t happen to NaMorens. Not until Karwan. And once his elder sister died, everything changed. Suddenly thirty was no longer some far off age, an impossible threat that would never come. No, he and his younger brother Krayter had barreled toward it at speeds faster than light, each day a little closer to the end than the last.<\/p>\n

Until Krayter met Penny and everything changed once again. As selfish as it was, Kayleb had always assumed that he would meet his denya first. Krayter was his brother and best friend\u2014he\u2019d choose no other Detyen to stand beside until the end. But Krayter was\u2026 enthusiastic with his lovers, never caring for them beyond a night, never minding that somewhere in the vast fields of space his denya had waited for him.<\/p>\n

Then Krayter crash landed his speeder in her back yard and found his salvation. And Kayleb was left to rot.<\/p>\n

He clenched his fist and ground his teeth against the uncharitable thought. Penny had been nothing but kind to him since she came into their lives. She\u2019d made every effort to become his friend. If anyone had been rude, it was Kayleb. The days until the end had grown shorter and shorter and he\u2019d hoped to spare her the pain of his loss. And he hoped that her presence helped his brother muddle through. When Karwan had passed\u2026<\/p>\n

No, Kayleb didn\u2019t need to think of that now. Not today. The sun shone bright overhead, a final gift given the tumultuous spring weather. The scent of rain still hung heavy in the air and the ground carried the memory of an overnight storm. Kayleb tilted his head up towards the sun and let it wash over him. The heat on his home planet of Jaaxis could melt the skin off a weaker species\u2019 bones in the hot months, and in comparison, Earth was pleasant.<\/p>\n

Almost like the home he\u2019d never known.<\/p>\n

The ancient loss of his home planet, Detya, hung over every waking and sleeping moment. It was more than a hundred years gone, his people eking out existence on other planets and moons, poor substitutes for the paradise they\u2019d once held, but Kayleb and his brethren held that loss close and never let go. To forget the grief was to forget home.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d grown maudlin. More maudlin. Someone jostled his shoulder and he realized that he\u2019d come to a standstill on the middle of the sidewalk, practically a capital offense in New York City. Kayleb shook his head and looked around, but he\u2019d wandered off his normal paths and out of the neighborhood he\u2019d refused to think of as home.<\/p>\n

An ancient bodega sat on the corner, its sign so old that it had no holograms, and a trio of cats lay on the stoop, basking in the midday sun. Across the street was the even older church, stonework dating back centuries, all the way to the founding of America. Parents played with their children in the churchyard and an old human man in black robes watched over it all with a small smile on his face. Though Kayleb felt no affinity for human religion, this wasn\u2019t the first time he\u2019d wandered here when his mind went\u2026 wrong.<\/p>\n

Red flashed in the corner of his eye and Kayleb whipped around, but it was only the brightly colored headscarf of a woman going into the bodega.<\/p>\n

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to summon the memory that teased his mind, the reason he\u2019d been winding up on unfamiliar streets, his gaze drawn to red hair on human women. All he found was the gaping hole in his mind where a week\u2019s worth of memories should have sat. After his injury a six months ago, he\u2019d worried his brother to the bone with bouts of sickness and amnesia. But since Krayter had met and bonded with Penny, Kayleb had made an effort. Not to get better, but to seem<\/em> better so his brother needn\u2019t worry when he should be focusing on someone else.<\/p>\n

The sickness had gone. And the memories had returned. Almost. He didn\u2019t remember the blow that had struck him from pirates aboard their ship from Jaaxis to Honora Station. The last thing he remembered was the morning before a different injury, when he\u2019d met a fellow Detyen named Inrit and the cyborg who ended up being her denya. After that, nothing. The specialist he\u2019d consulted a few months ago, before he\u2019d given up hope of full recovery, had told him his brain was intact and undamaged, but that trauma could do things that humans didn\u2019t yet understand. The memories would come back or they wouldn\u2019t, and Kayleb needed to accept that.<\/p>\n

Bullshit.<\/p>\n

Even on his last day, the day before his thirtieth birthday, he couldn\u2019t quite accept that he\u2019d never know what had happened in that week on the ship. There was an emptiness in his chest, something he knew he should<\/em> remember, but it was shrouded behind a wall of impenetrable fog. That was the part he\u2019d never told his brother. Who knew what Krayter would do? His reckless brother might hunt down Captain Morvellan and demand all of the security footage from their stay, piecing together with technology what Kayleb couldn\u2019t manage for himself.<\/p>\n

Kayleb smiled at the thought. At least one of them would live to see their parents and siblings again. At least one of them had found love.<\/p>\n

He walked up to the iron fence lining the church and placed his hands on it. A few humans glanced his way. He was the only alien on this part of the street, his blue skin a dead giveaway that he hadn\u2019t come from Earth. With a quick tensing of his hands he could bring out wickedly sharp claws and show everyone that Detyens had once been the top predators on a faraway planet. But that was all ancient history and he had no wish to disturb the peace.<\/p>\n

Kayleb turned away, letting go of the iron fence and the nagging sense that he should continue down the street until he found what he was looking for, that lock of red that would be just right. After all, this wasn\u2019t the first time he\u2019d found himself searching it\u2014her<\/em>\u2014out, but it would be his last. For him, tomorrow wouldn\u2019t come. And though he feared that spending this time with his brother would only bring him more pain once Kayleb was gone, he retraced his steps until he found himself back at their midrise apartment building.<\/p>\n

Penny was gone for the day, spending the time with her sisters and giving him and Krayter a final night to say goodbye to one another.<\/p>\n

His brother sat on the couch and jerked around when Kayleb opened and shut the door with more force than necessary. Gravity on Earth was a little different than Jaaxis and far different from the ships they\u2019d taken to get here. He\u2019d still been getting used to it and when he didn\u2019t watch himself, his strength took over and he hit things too hard.<\/p>\n

Of course, that had been his way of life on Jaaxis, but those days were long gone, never to be revisited.<\/p>\n

Krayter\u2019s eyes flashed red for a moment, emotion riding high, but he smothered it and they settled back to the normal black after a moment. At first glance, some mistook them for twins, but Krayter\u2019s skin was closer to teal while Kayleb leaned toward blue. Kayleb also edged his brother out in height by a centimeter and carried a bump on his nose, first broken as a child and rebroken in a fight several years back.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s nearly sundown,\u201d Krayter said, haloed in light from the window behind him.<\/p>\n

\u201cI needed to move.\u201d The words tumbled out, something Kayleb had muttered time and time again over the last months. It was true, in its way. But it hadn\u2019t just been movement he needed, it was the hunt for something he couldn\u2019t articulate. Something he\u2019d never wanted to share with his brother, no matter the worry that it caused him.<\/p>\n

Krayter swallowed whatever he\u2019d been about to say, his skin going a bit pale around the edges. He blinked his eyes hard and gulped, dragging in a huge, shaky breath. \u201cOf course,\u201d he said once he\u2019d gained control of himself once more. \u201cYou should do as you wish today.\u201d<\/p>\n

Guilt washed over Kayleb and he was forced to face the real reason he\u2019d needed to move today. Tears pricked at his eyes as the chasm inside of him widened even further, the darkness reaching out to pull him in, to take him away from this place that was supposed to become his home, his haven. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, brother,\u201d he managed around the ball of emotion that had lodged in his throat and refused to move.<\/p>\n

Krayter blinked again, holding back his own tears. \u201cYou have nothing to apologize for.\u201d<\/p>\n

But that wasn\u2019t true. He\u2019d been so caught up in pain and denial of what was coming that he\u2019d pushed his own brother away in the past weeks until all he could feel was the time wasted. He shouldn\u2019t have ventured out to chase ghosts when the only person that mattered was right here waiting for him, reaching out even as he began his new life.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m glad you found her,\u201d Kayleb said. \u201cI\u2019m glad that you\u2019re not alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

Krayter shot up and wrapped his arms tight around him, the warmth and care and brotherly love everything he\u2019d been pushing away for far too long. \u201cWe don\u2019t have much time, but we\u2019ll make it last. I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n

Midnight came and went while they reminisced. If they\u2019d kept to the old ways, Krayter would be sitting vigil as Kayleb prepared himself for the spiritual journey across the stars, following the guiding lights of Detyens gone before. But neither of them had attended the temple back on Jaaxis and Kayleb wasn\u2019t sure he could recite the old prayers even if he tried to remember them. So he and his brother made their own ritual, one of life and love and memories. Kayleb recorded messages to send back to the family on Jaaxis and trusted that Krayter would see them delivered.<\/p>\n

As the small hour of morning ticked by, exhaustion took him in a tidal wave and that chasm in his soul snapped at him. He swallowed hard against the fear and looked where Krayter sat beside him, their arms resting against one another. \u201cI think it\u2019s coming,\u201d he said, unsure of what exactly the rest of the morning held in store for him. The priests of the dead kept the secrets of the Final Night, and he hadn\u2019t been with Karwan, instead forced to spend the night in a delinquent cell on Jaaxis for a fight that had gone too far.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll stay by your side,\u201d Krayter promised. \u201cMaybe it would be best if you tried to sleep?\u201d<\/p>\n

With a jolt, Kayleb remembered that Krayter hadn\u2019t been with Karwan either. Neither of them knew how this night would end, whether Kayleb would fade in peace or die screaming. If this was the end, he couldn\u2019t go without saying one last thing. \u201cI love you, brother. And I have no regrets about making this trip. I wouldn\u2019t change it,\u201d he promised.<\/p>\n

As the first beams of the sun crested the horizon, Kayleb laid back on the couch and closed his eyes, letting the darkness take him. Death in sleep would surely be less painful than succumbing while awake.<\/p>\n

His thoughts faded into cloying darkness and he dropped out of consciousness and into something beyond.<\/p>\n

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He remembered the ship. The <\/em>Kella. He and Krayter had booked passage to take them far away from home in the dim hopes of finding mates and lives for themselves. But the ship was made of pain. Broken rails and piercing metal, falling debris. Nothing a person could relax around. Though Kayleb recognized the place, he knew something was wrong. <\/em><\/p>\n

Lights flickered overhead, casting strange shadows, and the gray walls undulated as if something passed under them, a great beast in the walls of the ship, breathing in space and hunting the passengers until none were left.<\/em><\/p>\n

But he couldn\u2019t stop himself from placing his hand against the hard surface, still for the moment, despite whatever lurked. As his fingers brushed against what should have been cold and lifeless, he jerked back as it gave way, soft and bouncy like her\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n

He turned around and the thought faded. <\/em><\/p>\n

A jagged stripe of red colored the opposite wall, the color of human blood. Cutting through the heart of it was a river of dark green, the color of his own blood which had once pooled in these halls, painting the floor and almost killing him in one fell swoop.<\/em><\/p>\n

They were supposed to be safe here. He\u2019d never quite said it to Krayter, but the thought had swirled and swirled as he spent far too many hours in the infirmary with\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cKayleb.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

His head jerked up and he turned again, but where there\u2019d only been a wall behind him before, now it opened up into the black of night, stars visible for as far as he could see, shining in the cold, mocking him with their radiance.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cNo!\u201d The word tore out of him and Kayleb ran, his feet pounding on the grated floor under him, a metallic clang echoing down the hall and fading into nothingness in the vacuum behind him. No, he wasn\u2019t ready. Not now, not yet, not until\u2014<\/em><\/p>\n

He slammed into a wall, and the pressure of it flattened him even though he felt no pain. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cKayleb.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

A feminine voice called his name, coming from nowhere and achingly familiar. He <\/em>knew her, deep in his heart. \u201cWho are you?\u201d he asked, even though he saw no one else, even as he knew he had to run before eternity swallowed him whole. Before it snatched him away from her. Whoever she was.<\/em><\/p>\n

But the voice went silent.<\/em><\/p>\n

Kayleb turned and saw the stars had retreated, though they still sat threateningly close, no wall blocking them away from him. Two paths set out before him, one bright and wide, the footing sure and the railing sturdy. Beside it, branching in a different direction, was the path from the ship, grated floor, harsh metal, and the threat of certain danger if he stepped incautiously. <\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cKayleb.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

She was there, just down the path of the ship, and Kayleb stepped toward her, choosing his way before he realized what the choice could mean. As his feet touched the metal grating, reality snapped around him, slingshotting him back to the invisible wall and slamming him down hard. Something buzzed in his ears, the sound growing too loud to ignore until it was the totality of his being.<\/em><\/p>\n

White bloomed between his eyes and exploded, taking him with it and thrusting him out of the dream and into the hard, cold morning.<\/em><\/p>\n

Kayleb woke up.<\/p>\n

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The first thing he heard was the click of the front door closing. A blanket lay heavy and too hot over his chest and there was something off <\/em>about the air around him. Kayleb sucked in a deep breath and realized the problem.<\/p>\n

He was supposed to be dead.<\/p>\n

Kayleb took another breath, keeping his eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the beat of his heart. Steady, strong, there<\/em>, and it really shouldn\u2019t have been. For a crazy moment, he thought he might be a ghost, forced to haunt this foreign planet, his brother\u2019s shadow in death in a way he\u2019d never endured in life. But when he cracked his eyes opened and moved his arms, he could push the blanket down. An experimental press of fingers against his cheeks showed him to be solid and warm.<\/p>\n

Alive.<\/p>\n

How?<\/p>\n

Footsteps sounded down the hallway and Kayleb froze. He felt like an intruder in his own home, as illogical as that was. But he wasn\u2019t supposed to be here anymore, he was supposed to be\u2026 done. Dead. Finished. And something almost like disappointment snapped through him. He hadn\u2019t wanted\u2014didn\u2019t want<\/em>\u2014to die, but he\u2019d met his end with honor like a proper Detyen. And now he\u2019d woken up at home like it was just any other day.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you want to talk about it?\u201d Penny Morales, Krayter\u2019s human denya, asked quietly. She must have slipped in the door behind him. If she\u2019d looked over at the couch, she would have seen him move, seen the rise and fall of his chest. But he didn\u2019t blame her for averting her gaze. This was hard enough for a Detyen, let alone someone without the denya curse living in her blood.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s there to say?\u201d The footsteps must have belonged to Krayter. His voice had taken on a cadence that Kayleb had never heard before, vulnerable and sad. Everything they\u2019d normally keep hidden from one another. \u201cHe was\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Kayleb sat up and cast the blanket completely off of himself before they could say anything else. He didn\u2019t want to know what they would say when they thought he couldn\u2019t hear. Those words weren\u2019t for him.<\/p>\n

Penny shrieked for a breath and Krayter cursed. Kayleb stood up, bracing himself on the back of the couch. He didn\u2019t feel physically unsteady, but his mind was still catching up to the fact that he wasn\u2019t dead like he was supposed to be. \u201cUm\u2026 good morning,\u201d he finally managed after several moments of staring blankly at his brother and Penny.<\/p>\n

Penny\u2019s skin drained of color and her eyes widened until they were larger than he\u2019d ever seen before. Her mouth dropped open and she looked from him to Krayter and back again. Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.<\/p>\n

Krayter stared at him, an unreadable expression in his blazing red eyes.<\/p>\n

He felt like a fool. He couldn\u2019t find the words to say anything that needed to be said, and his feet were rooted in place just as surely as the trees towering over Central Park.<\/p>\n

And then Krayter let out a whoop<\/em> and vaulted over the couch, wrapping his arms around Kayleb and almost tipping both of them onto the floor. \u201cYou\u2019re not dead!\u201d he practically yelled into Kayleb\u2019s ear. \u201cWhy aren\u2019t you dead?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d Kayleb pulled out of the embrace, but he didn\u2019t step away from his brother. His heart beat too fast and he couldn\u2019t quite get a deep breath, but it didn\u2019t feel like he was about to drop dead at any moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think we need coffee,\u201d Penny said before she retreated to the kitchen, leaving Krayter and Kayleb alone again.<\/p>\n

Several minutes later, in possession of both coffee and pastries from the bakery on the corner, Kayleb, Krayter, and Penny sat at the kitchen table and stared at their food. Krayter took a nervous sip of his drink before setting his cup down and idly running his thumb over the lip of the mug. \u201cHave you considered that you might have calculated your birthday wrong?\u201d he asked quietly.<\/p>\n

The same thought had occurred to Kayleb. He\u2019d been born on Jaaxis, which was lightyears from Earth and on a completely different calendar. Though his birth had been recorded in Interstellar Common Time as well as on the Jaaxis calendar, he\u2019d still needed to convert it from IC time to the Earth calendar. \u201cI did the calculation three times and had it confirmed by the extraterrestrial immigration agency.\u201d He looked up from his coffee and saw that neither Penny nor Krayter seemed willing to meet his eyes. Kayleb pulled his communicator out of his pocket and brought up his identifying data. \u201cSee for yourself if you still have doubt.\u201d<\/p>\n

Krayter\u2019s arm twitched but he didn\u2019t reach for the device. Instead, Penny grabbed it. Her eyebrows drew down in concentration, but after a moment she handed the communicator back to him with a nod. \u201cThat looks correct to me. What else could it be? Is it because you\u2019re so far from home?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf distance were an issue, the destruction of Detya would have been a\u2026\u201d He couldn\u2019t bring himself to call it a gift, but when Penny bit her lip, Kayleb figured that she knew what he meant. \u201cThe curse is something that lives inside of us, it can\u2019t be outrun. The only cure is to find a denya.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo no one has ever tried to get around it before?\u201d she asked. \u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n

Krayter sucked in a breath and studied Kayleb with new eyes. After a moment, he shook his head, and Kayleb was confused anew. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t remember that old story?\u201d Krayter asked with a slight frown. \u201cAbout that man\u2026 I can\u2019t remember his name. The scientist and his daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s just a legend and I\u2019m clearly not one of the soulless, if they ever existed at all.\u201d Kayleb scowled at the thought.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait, what?\u201d Penny shook her head. \u201cAnyone want to take pity on the human and explain?\u201d<\/p>\n

Krayter smiled at his denya and reached over, lacing their fingers together. \u201cIt\u2019s an old story, ancient by the time Detya was destroyed. Like one of those grim ones that you told me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Brothers Grimm? So it\u2019s a fairy tale?\u201d<\/p>\n

Kayleb didn\u2019t know what they were talking about; fairies, whatever they were, didn\u2019t exist on any planet he\u2019d been on. His translator didn\u2019t offer a better word.<\/p>\n

But Krayter nodded. \u201cExactly! It is a myth. Hundreds, maybe a thousand years ago, a scientist went mad. His denya died and none of his children could find their mates. He dedicated himself to study, to find what causes us to die at the age of thirty. And he found it. He called it our soul, though I don\u2019t think that means the same thing to humans. It is the heart of our personality, our emotions. Anyway. On the eve of his final daughter\u2019s thirtieth birthday, he performed a procedure to remove her soul and save her life. And it worked. But the next day she awoke and killed her father, destroyed his lab, and then flung herself off a cliff because whatever he\u2019d done to her was too horrifying to let happen to anyone else. Whispers of the soulless have been around forever. They are like\u2026\u201d he paused to think for a moment, \u201cthey are like your vampires. Not quite living, dangerous. But imbued with life after they should have died.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd they don\u2019t exist?\u201d Penny asked. \u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf they ever did, I\u2019m sure they didn\u2019t survive the destruction of Detya,\u201d Kayleb said before Krayter could talk more of the stories of their youth. They had more pressing issues than so-called fairy tales at the moment. \u201cAnd I still have my soul, I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n

Krayter opened his mouth as if he wanted to argue and Kayleb glared at him, resting his hand lightly on the table. He didn\u2019t let his claws out, but Krayter glanced down and snapped his mouth shut. \u201cFine, this didn\u2019t happen because you had your birthday wrong, and it\u2019s not going to be solved by the old stories. Maybe we can find other Detyens on this planet. There might be an elder who has an idea. At the very least we should call Ruwen.\u201d<\/p>\n

Their cousin was the first Detyen to find a human mate. Right now he and Lis were off on a journey to meet Lis\u2019s friends back where she\u2019d originally come from. Though both Lis and Penny had questioned Ru\u2019s decision to leave before Kayleb\u2019s final night, it was the way of their people to not crowd the dying but to celebrate life while it lasted.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s one possibility, isn\u2019t there?\u201d Penny asked, as if whatever she planned to say was the most obvious solution.<\/p>\n

Kayleb had no idea what she might say. \u201cThere is?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t it possible that you found your denya somewhere? That you slept with her and\u2026 I don\u2019t know, forgot? Isn\u2019t that the simplest solution.\u201d She looked between the two brothers and shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d said Kayleb, shaking his head and pushing back from the table. He paced the length of the small kitchen, his mind whirling. \u201cThat\u2019s something I wouldn\u2019t forget. I\u2019m certain.\u201d<\/p>\n

Right?<\/p>\n

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