Counting stars, p.1
Counting Stars, page 1
COUNTING STARS
JOSIE AND THE SENTINELS: BOOK 5
N J BOYER
Counting Stars is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © Natalie Aked 2022
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CONTENTS
Content Warning
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
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Who’s Who in Counting Stars?
About the Author
Also By Nj Boyer
CONTENT WARNING
NJ believes reading should be a safe place. However, the Josie and the Sentinels stories might not be safe or comfortable for all readers. NJ has identified the following content warnings:
Moderate Themes
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Content Warnings
One last warning: Magic is real. Spirits exist.
CHAPTER 1
“May you recall the story to your children when they are known as Duck’s Echo recalled it to me.” Storm took an animated bow and jumped off the front of the park's stage before bolting towards Rain and me.
“Did I do okay?” her voice was high-pitched from excitement.
“No one could do it better. Not even Echo,” her older brother said before he pulled on her braid.
At nearly eleven years old, Storm was growing into a beautiful girl, both inside and out. Smiling at her, I said, “I have to agree with your brother." I made a face of disdain as I pointed to him. "You did a remarkably accurate retelling. Better than I have ever heard.”
The girl's eyes lit up. A grin split her face, and she sang an off-key rendition of “What is My Love to Me” as she left us in favor of a group of friends some distance into the play area.
Rain brushed his shoulder against mine. I stiffened unconsciously.
“I am sorry,” he said when he realized he had made me uncomfortable. Then, looking into my eyes and reading my thoughts there, he continued, “Echo, I really didn't mean to touch you. It was just a playful nudge.”
“Don't worry about it, Rain. I get it. I know I am tetchy. It’s something I am working on.”
The children ran around—some pretending to gallop by on war steeds, some chasing others, and all being too boisterous for their own good.
“I am thankful that you agreed to come today.” I was used to the weight in Rain’s voice when he spoke to me now. Our friendship was broken, just like my trust in him.
It was the last day of the year for the community’s weekend school program and less than a week until my eighteenth birthday-on-paper. We, the youth leaders, always made the last day special. It was a time to play and say our fond farewells to the children. It would only be three weeks until school started again for those who lived in Hope, but for the children who came to Hope to board with us so they could attend a school, it was the end of their boarding school year. They would return home and spend a well-deserved six weeks with their moms and dads before coming back to Hope to take up the next year of school. Assuming their parents had the funds to send them again.
The students who would not be returning to our town next year had already left for the year. Those who graduated had been gone for nearly a month. Those who were ‘old enough’ for their parents to pull them out of school had left the weekend before.
Though I dreaded knowing I would likely not see my favorites who had left again, I had always enjoyed the party for our continuing students.
But this year was different. For me, this marked the last week of my personal freedom. The last week of deciding for myself what I would do that day, week, year...
“Echo,” Rain drew my attention back to him. His words had softened, taken on the cadence that he used as our youth leader. “How are you feeling? You seem,” he searched for the word to describe me and settled on, “gashkendamide'e.”
I nudged his shoulder. “Come on, Rain. You have to have a heart to be saddened by it.” I gave him my characteristic mischievous smile.
Rain placed his hand over where my shoulder had been seconds before, as if he were trying to hold on to that piece of me. He was having trouble talking to me. That was uncommon in a man with as much experience as he had with troubled teens and even more so when it came to talking to the Braveman kids. But he had reverted our native tongue to find the word to use for how I seemed to be acting.
“Echo,” there was concern and warning in his voice now.
I knew what he was thinking because I was thinking the same thing. I shouldn’t be joking about my life… or what passed for it.
“I know, Rain. Don’t worry. I know what I must do. I promise to not embarrass my family or my tribe.”
“No, Echo. I don’t care about that. You could never be an embarrassment to us. I am just concerned for you.” His eyes glinted with the sun’s light. Unshed tears washed over them. “I wish I could save you from this.”
I laughed. “Yeah, well, it didn’t work so well the last time you tried to save a Braveman girl from the ritual of ten.” My words came out harder than I had intended for them.
“I wish there was more I could do than just apologize one more time.” His hands shook slightly. It was as if he was fighting to keep them at his sides.
“It’s okay, Rain. I’ve got this.”
I looked back at the children as they played. Near a table close to us, my father carried the end of year cake. My mother had outdone herself this year. The cake was a replica of the Native American village in the popular young adult series, When One Wolf Howls. I slid from my place beside Rain and walked over to my family. Looking back at the man, I worried. I still loved him even if he wasn’t worthy of that emotion.
CHAPTER 2
“Echo, wake up,” Zac called me softly from sleep.
I looked his direction and his warm copper eyes smiled at me. As he backed up, my brother’s face came into focus.
“Nimbaabaa and Nimaamaa are about to wake us up. But I wanted to be the first to say it. Happy birthday, Echo.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek.
“Happy birthday, Zac.” I beamed up at him.
My door opened and our parents walked in all smiles and ‘happy birthdays’.
At their insistence, Zac and I reluctantly crawled from our bed and slipper-feeted, went to the kitchen for breakfast. The rest of our family was there and after the required blessings, the eating of sweet pancakes and bacon was had by all.
It was good to see my family together, and I appreciated that they all acted as if nothing unusual or life changing was happening that day. It was no different from any of the previous seventeen birthdays in my history.
Zac and I adjourned before many others so that we could prepare for the party. After ritualized baths and donning of our white buckskins, each quill woven into foxes for me, snakes for him, I did Zac’s ceremonial makeup and he mine.
I ran my hands through Zac’s hair and captured it all at his nape with a leather thong. As I finished, he seized my hands.
“Echo, I don’t want us to change.”
It was the first time he had ever hinted that the ritual was the beginning of something we would not return from whole.
“You will always be my Life. And we will always be as one. Whomever marries me will understand this by the end of next year.” That was the one thing I was certain of in this completely messed up happening.
Zac stood and pulled me with him. “Come on. You know we don’t want to be late.”
Walking into the kitchen was like walking into a busy five-star kitchen. Catering levels of chafing dishes, exotic and enticing smells, and our mother in the middle, directing what they should take by whom and to where. We hung at the doorway, afraid to be trampled underfoot.
Our mother looked our way and cried. “Oh , my babies.” She stopped her mad rush and collected us in her arms. “You are both so very dear to me. You know that, don’t you?”
I looked sideways at her. “Of course. Why would we ever think otherwise?”
Zac laughed. “Come on, Nimaamaa. It’s not like we are being sold and taken far away. We don’t live in those years any longer.”
“Impertinent!” she boxed us both lightly. “How did I raise people so brazen?”
I leaned in. “Blame it on Nimbaabaa.”
And we all laughed.
My mother finished the last of the party prep and directed people to carry the last parcels to cars for transport to the community center.
Zac and I took the lull to grab hold of each other and walk into the back garden of the house. It was perfect weather for our birthday—clear and sunny. But it was still December twenty-fourth and the threat of Jack Frost was in the sharpness of the slight breeze.
“Your ancestors would be proud,” Nimbaabaa greeted us as he enveloped both of us in his arms. “Come children. We have some things to discuss.” And he led us through our gate into the local hills. Finding a suitable cropping of rocks, we sat with the tribal chief.
“Life, Echo, I need to know what you are thinking about the ritual today. Echo, is there anyone you want or do not want on your list? I will, of course, discuss this in more detail with you in the weeks to come, but having a light framework might help me while I listen to the men who will step forward. My guess is that I will not be spending much time with you, my darling daughter. I understand that there are over seventy men who are stepping forward.”
I blanched. Seventy men? This was going to be a large party. I started to hyperventilate and collapsed over my legs to help with the uncontrolled pounding of my heart.
Zac placed his arm around me. “Echo, it’s going to be okay. This isn’t the end. It’s a beginning. Don’t you see that? Nimbaabaa is asking your thoughts so that they can guide him.”
“Sweetheart, what are you thinking? Is this really that frightening to you?” my father asked kindly.
“I’m not frightened, Nimbaabaa. Just overwhelmed. I don’t know who is going to ask for me. What if I don’t like any of them? Or if the people I like the best don’t contest? What if I have to marry someone I don’t want?” I couldn’t stop the trembling in my arms and legs.
My father chuckled in that old wise way of the elders of the tribe. The ‘this too is familiar’ way. “Echo, let’s start this ritual at the beginning and work through it to the end, not the other way around. You know that we, your tribe, your family, will only do what we think is best.”
But that was the problem. How did they know what would be best for me?
I nodded, more from lack of choice than from agreement.
“Excellent. So, who would you like to see on your list?”
I sighed.
Tell him, my brother pushed me. Tell him the truth.
“Takoda, but last I heard, he’s dating Mel. So, I guess he won’t ask for me. Steve Walks with Animals is a nice guy, I guess.” This selection surprised my brother and my father. But Steve liked me for my music, so there was the possibility that he would let me keep working in or around my music. “I know you would want to put Eagle’s Rain on my list, Nimbaabaa, but I am not sure that I fully trust him.”
Sister, tell him. He needs to know.
My brother could be so annoying. I glared at him.
My father took the break to say, “I do want Rain on your list. But we will see if the spirits and ancestors have him in mind for you. Is there anyone else you feel strongly about?”
It was almost like he was leading me.
“Nimbaabaa, would you consider Yasin, now that we know what happened over the summer? I know he hurt me, but it wasn’t really his fault. And like with Rain, he would need to help me with our relationship because I am not sure if I can trust him or not. But I would like to see him on my list.”
“I suspected you would want him on your list. I will discuss it with your brothers and grandfather. He, like Rain, has not demonstrated all the characteristics I want to see in your partner. But I agree to give him a fair chance, as I will the others.” My father glanced up at the sun and then stood. “It is time we return so that we can get you to your party.”
I paced along after my brother and father. They were jovial, but I used the time to meditate on the next few hours. My hopes were hanging on a fine line and the candle flame was licking at the threads. My confidence of a happy life was rapidly evaporating with each step I took.
CHAPTER 3
If judged by sheer numbers and cheerful actions, then the party was a tremendous success so far. The entire population of Hope turned up, as well as many people from the surrounding towns who were under the leadership of my father and the elders. I saw the faces of many men who were both eligible and who carried enough clout to be considered for my ten. I was also happy to see many of my friends and found family from Milner Corp.
Although I was never in need of company with all my well-wishers and even a fan or two, I missed Nimbaabaa’s hugs. As was to be expected, my father was busy the entire day, meeting with men and their families as they offered up why their son should receive a placed on my ten. I also missed the one family I really wanted to see at the event. None of the Sabri’s had made it to the party and, although it was still only early afternoon and the bands hadn’t started to play yet, it was noticeable that they were absent.
I was chatting with Eric Blackwater. He was a few years younger than me and the brother of my brother’s girlfriend, Jasmine. When I came back to work at the community center, Rain had reintroduced us at my father’s insistence. I wasn’t too sure why, but as the months and years went by, I understood. Eric was the artist of the family. No one really understood him. So having me there, or at least within a phone call’s distance, meant that he had an outlet to bounce ideas off.
“Will you be able to come, Echo?” he asked as the punctuation to his story of his small gallery exhibit that would take place in the new year.
“Yes, of course. I wouldn’t miss it, Eric. You know I am a big fan.”
The fifteen-year-old smiled at me. “Excellent. And there will be a surprise just for you.”
I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly that would be and was just about to ask for more details when Takoda walked up.
“Sorry to interrupt, Eric.” That Takoda acknowledging the boy warmed my heart. “Hey, Echo, I just got a call from Stockton.”
I unbidden took a large gulp of air. Takoda didn’t seem to notice.
“He says that they,” he gave me a meaningful look, “are on their way. In fact, they would like to give you your birthday gift upon arrival. But they are not sure if this is appropriate etiquette. Is it right that I told them to talk to your mom?”
“I guess so. It’s not like I know what is going on with this thing. I’m just along for the ride.” I grinned at him.
It wasn’t too long after that conversation when I finally saw my father. He was standing on the small stage in the community center’s park. He looked every bit the tribal chief with his ceremonial clothing. I was so proud to be his daughter. My brother materialized beside me as I heard the microphone pop on.
“You ready?” Zac asked by way of greeting.
“For what?” I asked as I waited for my dad to continue.
“The circus that’s about to take place,” he quipped.
“Hello tribe, family, friends and guests,” my father opened. “Thank you, each and every one of you, for coming out to celebrate my beloved son and daughter on their birthday. Today, my babies become adults.”
