Species Traitor: A Science Fiction Dystopian Novel, Kate Mary [best books to read fiction TXT] 📗

Species TraitorBook One

Kate L. Mary

Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Acknowledgments

Also by Kate L. Mary

About the Author

Prologue

I was young when they arrived, only three years old, but the events of that day have been forever tattooed on my mind. I could still feel the surge of the crowd, hear the murmur of voices, remember the rush of excitement as the moment drew near. It had seemed as if everyone in the city was gathered on the street, and I was cuddled between my parents, desperately trying to keep warm as the sky above us slowly darkened and the stars began to twinkle. They were bright and cheerful looking compared to the blackness surrounding us, and the way they popped up one by one, turning the night sky into a canvas of beauty, had made it seem like I was watching hope manifest right in front of my eyes. Or at least that was how I’d remember feeling years later when I looked back on it all.

We weren’t waiting for them—at least we hadn’t known we were—but the excitement swelling through the crowd when it started seemed almost electric. The way it had hummed, the way it had risen with the chatter before tapering off as people stopped to stare, awed by the sight.

It started as a single streak of light cutting across the distant sky but was quickly followed by another only a few seconds later. Around me, people pointed as sounds of wonder rose, and my father lifted me onto his shoulders while my mother clung to his arm, her smile as bright as the stars above.

Before long, the lights began coming faster, dragging tails behind them as they shot across the blackness, headed for some distant piece of Earth. One after the other, they plummeted as a hush fell over the crowd. I was as quiet as everyone else, my chubby face turned toward the sky. My dark hair had escaped the braid my mother carefully crafted earlier in the day, and it tickled my face as a cool breeze blew. I could remember the way the night air chilled my nose until the tip felt like an ice cube, and how my ears began to ache. I could also remember not caring even a little, but instead focusing on the bursts of light as they grew bigger and closer together, illuminating the sky in a way I’d never seen before.

It happened at the peak of the meteor shower. A ball of light bigger and brighter than all the others streaked across the sky, drawing everyone’s attention. It seemed to grow in size as it did, and I watched in awe, imagining it was headed my way and that if I just held my hand out, I’d be able to catch it and take it home.

It got larger—much too big to catch—and brighter. People began to shift, my mother and father included. A hum moved through the crowd, the tone different than the one from before. My father reached for me, pulling me from his shoulders as people began to move. Slowly at first, but then faster as the light grew closer and closer. My three-year-old mind registered what was happening, and I knew the crowd had begun to move, but I wasn’t paying attention to what they were doing. I was too focused on the light as it grew with each passing second.

It was coming our way.

Shouts erupted, and people began to run. I heard my mother scream, and my father’s grip tightened as he pressed me against his chest while panic surged around us like a swarm of desert bugs. Someone was crying, and there was shouting. People were pushing and shoving, but my father hadn’t moved. Not even when my mother yelled for him to go. Like me, he was transfixed, and in that moment, it felt as if we were the only two people in the city who truly understood that everything was about to change.

Then, with no warning at all, the light stopped.

It was close, just outside the city, and it was blinding now, bright with pulsing lights and energy that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. The crowd had begun to settle as they realized they weren’t about to be pounded into oblivion by a meteor, because this thing, this ball of light hanging over us, was no meteor at all. It was something else.

It began a slow descent, the glow it emitted dimming as it did until its shape finally came into view. It was oval and silver, smooth but with grooves that even my young brain could register were openings.

“Spaceship,” I said, pointing to the object as it hovered over the ground.

“Yes,” my dad replied, his voice full of awe.

The thing touched down, and beneath my father’s feet, the ground shuddered from the impact. Gasps of shock and panic rolled through the crowd, my mother’s cries joining them, but my father didn’t react. He held me, his arms around my small body and our cheeks nearly touching as we focused on the sight.

“Watch, Ava,” he whispered, just loud enough for me to hear. “What you’re seeing is a miracle. It’s going to change everything about your life, I promise. One day you’ll remember this moment and know this was the day your life started for real.”

I turned to look at him, taking in his expression of wonderment, a look that years later I’d treasure as the only time I truly got to see who my father was.

“What about you, Daddy?” I asked.

He tore his gaze from the spacecraft and focused on me. “Yes, baby. Yes. This moment is going to change everything.”

He had no idea how right he was.

Chapter One