Yarma's Destiny

It was 421 years after the Year of Death, when humans became divided into two branches. Yarma knew she was different. She lived in the village of Oakhedge but tried to keep it secret. One incident led most folks in her village to become afraid of her; their children would not even say hi. Except for five friends… Margie, the twins, Jordan and Evan. They never feared her and, since she was an only child, they became part of her family. That morning the day of her 17th birthday, she woke up feeling trapped among her sheets. Once again calling to her were a pair of piercing azure blue eyes staring from a dark void. It was her mysterious man! Breathing hard, air filling her lungs by leaving her gasping, she shot up in her bed. Her heartbeat pounded… not again. Damn it! Once she relaxed, Yarma decided to take ripe tomatoes from their garden to Elder Andrew, who was kind of a surrogate father. As she walked up the path to the Sanctuary, glanced up and Immediately stopped in her tracks. She felt a gentle pull towards whoever the Elder was talking to; then the visitor turned to see her. Yarma's heart began racing. She held no fear. She knew him. As his face turned to look in her direction… it was her imaginary man. Her surrogate father turned to see her face as she spotted his visitor. She looked like she recognized the young man standing there. He watched Quinn as the young man looked at her; all Andrew could do was mutter under his breath, "it's too soon for them to meet." Then Quinn asked, "who is she?" Andrew knew he had no choice but to say, "today is her 17th birthday and her name is Yarma." His friend didn't miss how brusque his voice sounded. Why?

It was 421 years prior when humans became divided into two branches. The Year of Death happened worldwide because of a virus. A scientist tried to warn the establishment of the threat. One-third of the world's population didn't get the virus. The second third got the virus but survived. The remaining third of humanity died. Ultimately, there would be three branches of human: the ones that didn't get the virus and now called T-Human (true humans), the second group is called EPB (enhanced pure bloods) and the third group is called Mixed Blood, because the T-Humans and EPBs began to marry So the third group ultimately were referred to as Mixed Bloods. YARMA knew she was different. She lived in the village of Oakhedge. The whole village was 100 percent true humans. T-human was what they were called because they were the original branch of humanity centuries ago. One incident led most folks in her village to become afraid of her, except for five friends. They never feared her and, since she was an only child, they became part of her family. That morning, the day of her 17th birthday, she woke up feeling trapped among her sheets. Once again calling to her were a pair of piercing azure blue eyes staring from a dark void. It was her mysterious man! Breathing hard, air filling her lungs by leaving her gasping, she shot up in her bed. Her heartbeat pounded, she yelled, "not again. Damn it!" She decided to ignore the vision haunting her. She walked up the path to the Sanctuary to bring tomatoes to Elder Andrew, then glanced up and immediately stopped in her tracks. She felt a gentle pull towards whoever her surrogate father was talking to; then the visitor turned to see her. Yarma's heart began racing. As his face turned to look in her direction, she held no fear. She knew him. It was her imaginary man. QUINN was classified as an EPB- enhanced pure blood. It became the second human group of humanity now. He was a playboy and spent a lot of time at The Obelisk, everyone's favorite nightclub. He would get into fights and drink a lot, and there was one female that offered him to screw her any time he wanted. Besides him being a playboy and troublemaker, he also was a historian and loved finding junk from the past in the century's old city. He had found a piece of scroll that intrigued him, so he brought it to Andrew. That was when he first met Yarma; it was her seventeenth birthday. The young man was fascinated seeing the young girl. Andrew said to him, 'Yarma's not like your ladies', then he told him to take the scroll to Jonathon. When he got to the city, Quinn went straight to Jonathon; the head of the Historical Council. Looking at the scroll, his professor said the scroll was probably like the other things Quinn found in the ancient city, just a scrap of old paper. Once Jonathon had read the scroll, he pushed Quinn out the door and locked it. For the three long years after he had met Yarma, he couldn't get the girl out of his mind. Ultimately, he saved Yarma from death after those three years. She was now a woman; he saved her from dying in the old city. She was now twenty. He took her unconscious to her Oakhedge home, but he stopped at Andrew's since he didn't know where her house was. Andrew and Yarma's mama quietly talked and paced as the woman was still unconscious. He stayed in the shadows, listening to their conversation in whispers. That was when Quinn learned that Yarma wasn't who she thought.

Hello, my birth name is Kittie Louise. I use K.L. Franklin as my author's name. But I got tired of the Kittie jokes throughout my younger years. So I chose a different name about 30 – most people today call me Ro (for Rowan). My father was in the Navy during WWII. So I decided, since his story indicated that he loved me and never met me, I would use my birth name to honor him. I found incredibly old photos of him and my mom when they married. I never knew my birth father, but I discovered him by accident. I've been writing since I was a kid. I spent a lot of time alone, since my mom was working. There were just the two of us. Ultimately my mom remarried and produced two sisters. It wasn't easy to adjust to the new family. At the age of 18 I married, then discovered I was pregnant. My first, Steven was 5 months old, when I got pregnant again with KP. Then, unexpectedly I had my daughter, Laurie, in August two years later. Life got difficult after the three kids. Their dad and I divorced. My children are awesome today. With the three elementary school aged kids, I went to college in Portland and took a writing class. It is there that I learned how to write, kinda. Today there is just me with three kids and a lot of grandkids and great grandkids. After we left Portland, I worked for the State of Arizona as a legal assistant in Tucson until my retirement. (Did I mention that I'm not young – but I feel like I am!) I have published books in the past but not fiction. It was called Random Thoughts and that was what it consisted of… from poetry to life stories, etc. After that, it took me that long to seriously write a fiction novel. Yarma, her story, came years ago from that Portland college class assignment. I found that assignment in a folder I kept and decided I could tell her story in total. It was difficult to write this novel. It took me years to put the story together, but I'm glad I never quit. I love my characters in this book – Yarma and Quinn aren't the only ones. There are bad guys and great guys. Sacrifice and loss but, like my life, I weathered it all, as Yarma and Quinn have. Today writing is my life. I feel every good or bad moment each of my characters experience. I hope the reader does also. What a better way to stay young at heart than to go through the ups and downs of every character's hopes and fears. That is what writing means to me. Emotion and success in what you love regardless of anyone's experience. I guess you could call me passionate person. Feeling someone overcoming the worse only to make it better. That is basically what the characters are hoping for. Even the bad guys. Will I ever write a passionate and emotional story again, I have no clue? But today I hope so. I do have only me and my companion – Bryan. He is a 5-year-old dog and is always at my feet. So today I write, play with Bry and write. My life is just that simple. (I hope that this is what you're asking for - if not let me know what I wrote improperly. KL Franklin)