High on Karla's list of things she never knew she never wanted to do was this: knocking at her mother's door, a cup of poison in her hand, waiting execute an innocent woman so her uncle could go free. There were so many things wrong and unfair about what she was doing, it was hard to keep track. She wished she could have taken Dinah up on her offer ( Read more... )

Karla stood in front of her entire army, expression formal and solemn. Those who had been left behind to train had been recalled, as had those who had gone ahead to scout. It had taken several days, but Karla had not been willing to begin until every person who followed her was in attendance. Behind her were five shrouded boxes; small ones, not ( Read more... )

The boyos were off being ridiculous somewhere, at least if the texts and messages she was receiving were any indication. Karla was rather glad of that, because it gave her a free evening to finish cleaning and packing her dorm. It was hard to believe that her time here was almost over, but as of Saturday, Karla would no longer be a student at ( Read more... )

Even in Kaeleer, Karla made sure to keep a Fandom-based calendar handy, so she could keep track of things like friends' birthdays and things like that. A few days ago, she'd noted another anniversary was coming up, but not one as fun or exciting as a birthday ( Read more... )

Karla looked around, giving one last check to make sure she wasn't leaving anything behind that she might need. Granted, if she was, she could always pop back to the island and grab it, but she wanted to keep those emergency visits to a minimum if she could. She'd be incredibly busy this summer and any time off she got to take, she wanted to be ( Read more... )

Karla glanced out Jono's window and saw the forcefield doing something...weird. She wasn't sure what it was doing, but she was almost positive that whatever it was meant nothing well for the island. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, she headed for the stairs and out door, as fast as her feet could carry her. Jono had snagged ( Read more... )

Karla checked her itinerary another time, waiting for the portal that would take her home. Seven layovers, including a long one in...Revolutionary France? Huh. That sounded interesting. Maybe she'd pick up some tips for her eventual bid to regain Glacia from her uncle--wait. No reason to think of that now. Nope, no thinking, time to look over the ( Read more... )

Just a few months ago, Karla would have fired off a text to a bunch of people, saying something useful like Hobart's killing all the B Widows. Going to stop him. Hugs & kisses, K and run off into the wilds of Glacia with no plan but a burning desire to stop the bastard in his tracks. But that was a few months ago--she'd learned a few lessons since ( Read more... )

[Immediately follows this.]Karla took a few seconds to compose herself, wiping her tears away with impatient hands. "There really does need to be a bloody phone-tree for this," she muttered, indulging in a bit of pointless sarcasm to bring her emotions back under control. She slipped the rings Raven left behind onto her finger. She wasn't sure why ( Read more... )

Didi was gone. Drake was gone. Dinah was going. Elena was gone. Ben had left in a rush and hadn't even bothered to say goodbye. Not that Karla could blame him. His empathy must have been killing him right then--no pun intended. She could feel Jono's pain roiling off him in waves, probably from the other side of the island. He wasn't in the dorms, ( Read more... )