Soul Riders (Book 2): The Legend Awakens

Soul Riders (Book 2): The Legend Awakens — page 5
She clenched the bolt cutters she had just used to pop open the fence They weren’t much of a weapon not if the big workers in the green outfits she had seen go in the front door earlier turned up and grabbed her Or if he did Lisa shuddered But the bolt cutters were something solid to hold onto and that helped her hands stop trembling for now She hurried across the grounds not really sure where she was going The big building that was actually several buildings that flowed together was like multiple islands in an archipelago It reminded her of some evil knight’s fortress only made of steel and sheet metal instead of stone There were thick pipes that led down into the ground here and there as if they were sucking something out of the earth It was easy to imagine the pipes branching out below the surface into a vast snaking underground universe Who knew where it all ended Lisa looked around and spotted several strange little buildings various sheds for storage some kind of a pavilion with paint flaking and a ramshackle cupola on top Deserted They appeared that way but she could be wrong She had to remind herself that she had been wrong before For example she had believed she would get to ride Starshine during the fall break adventure and that her father would be waiting waiting at home The idea took root in her again the one that had not left her since her father had left to work the night shift and had not come home again What did they do to him Where is my father Her eyes burned as tears began to well up But she couldn’t fall apart now she couldn’t let herself think too much about her father She had to have faith that she would find him of course she would But first she had to find Starshine She needed him in order to accomplish the rest his warmth his strength At the same time there could be other possible leads here she thought Important pieces to the puzzle that could maybe her heart fluttered in her chest lead her to her father