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“Don’t sound so bad.” I tried smiling.

“It was all wrong, though. I was trapped in there.”

“You were just dreaming,” I said, but I’d turned tight and cold inside.

“You couldn’t see me. You were ru

I couldn’t look at her now. I glanced back at the wall of corn behind us. The dust. The sun. Anything else.

“It don’t mean nothing,” I said.

“Yes, it does. It was a warning. My own mind telling me that I’ll lose you if we don’t remember this.” She put her hand on my chest. “You mustn’t forget. Okay? And I won’t forget, neither.”

“I won’t forget it,” I said. Because how could I tell her the real meaning of her vision? The real future that the world had in store.

“I’ll send word,” she said, trying so hard to hold it together. “To Waterfall City. Let you know when the Army of the Fallen Sun is ready to rise once again.”

“We’ll go wherever you want.” I tried to smile as I said it. “Just me and you. In the end.”

“See those trees bloom. Leaves and apples and everything. In the spring, right?”

“Right,” I said. “In the spring.”

I stepped closer. Pushed her rags above her stomach and wiped off the dirt. I put my hand against the bit of bark GenTech had sewn into her, and I let my fingers rest there a moment, as if I might conjure some spell. Then I pulled her towards me, shielding her with my body.

“I’ll be your pirate queen,” she said, her voice shaking. Her breath so warm on my neck.

“Course.”

“And you’ll be my tree king.”

I forced a smile, even though she couldn’t see me. Even though her face was buried in my chest.

“Aren’t you go

“Hurry,” I whispered. Swallowing back tears as I watched her mount her speeder. Feeling ripped out and empty as she tugged down her mask.

And then she was tearing off beneath the burning sky and the plumes of dust, and the sound of her engine was the only thing left behind. And perhaps I should have let my tears loose, when she’d still been there to see them. But I’d wanted to look strong so she’d remember me that way, as if I could stop time or make the world stop spi

But if I could get back those trees, there might still be a way forward. Because if Alpha was sick, there had to be a remedy. And if the bark was a disease, then there was one tribe that might know the cure.

END OF BOOK TWO

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

As the journey of this story gets bigger, so does my list of people to thank.

My agent, Laura Re

I’d also like to acknowledge the booksellers, school teachers, librarians and book bloggers who were so supportive when the first book in this trilogy hit the shelves.

A big thanks, also, goes to every reader that got in touch with me after reading Book One and wanted to know when they could read Book Two.

I’m grateful to my family and my family of friends, who are always so enthusiastic and supportive. And my incredible wife, Allison Be

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Before he wrote stories, Chris Howard wrote songs, studied natural resources management, and led wilderness adventure trips for teenagers. Born and raised in England, he currently lives in Colorado with his wife. Visit him online at www.chrishowardbooks.com.

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Copyright © 2014 by Chris Howard. All rights reserved.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the author or publisher.