Have THREE series going on simultaneously, here's the first one for now.
The Adventures of Iola Starlight
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He was young, no older than she. And quite handsome. But Iola couldn’t care much about such things. He was looking around nervously, adjusting his flowing red cloak over his broad shoulders from time to time. She could tell he was new at his occupation, and possibly why the only one attending his post. His more senior colleagues were no doubt huddled in some corner playing dice or drinking.
Iola kept her eye on the young guard from her hiding place in the shadowed undergrowth across the imposing stronghold. When Kadar brought her there just a shade after midnight, the young clanswoman was once more awestruck by the immensity of the structure. It was several times wider than the war-chief’s great hall back home and almost thrice that many times taller. The thought of entering such a foreboding place had made her shudder and feel faint.
She closed her eyes. Her mind was set on what she had to do. It would take a great deal of concentration and courage to accomplish what was needed, but Iola was more than ready for it. Her love of her grandfather, for her people and for her ancestral lands gave her the strength she needed.
Iola focused her thoughts on the young guard. She had entered a mind of another earlier that day. And even if it had been brief and she had little control then, something within her told her that if she tried even harder, she could do it again and fare even better. And there was no other time more suitable than at that moment to do so.
The vivid swirls of colour in her mind were becoming more and more easy to push past and focus on her intended target. She sensed the young man’s mind guarding the gates from across her. The colour in her mind was a solid green. It defined the young guardsman. Bold and naive, eager and willing. She took a deep breath and dove right in.
Iola opened her eyes and gasped. She was looking at herself or at least at the shrubbery where she was hiding. She was inside his head, looking at what he was seeing. Instinct told her that if she focused even harder, she could possible control him, or at least nudge him along to an extent.
“Look to the left.” She murmured softly.
Her heart skipped a beat. Images of the roadway appeared in her mind as the guardsman turned his head to the left. Then as he looked down at his hands, she could see his large, calloused palms facing upward. A rush of excitement coursed all through Iola and she calmed herself. This was a very narrow window of opportunity she had. She didn’t know for how long she could sustain this extraordinary ability.
“Get inside. Make haste.” Iola nudged. “To the dungeon.