{"id":3234,"date":"2017-05-22T00:00:07","date_gmt":"2017-05-22T04:00:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3234"},"modified":"2017-05-21T20:55:11","modified_gmt":"2017-05-22T00:55:11","slug":"eleven-04-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3234","title":{"rendered":"Eleven &#8211; 04"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>[This post from Marin&#8217;s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cShit,\u201d Thom breathed, letting go of me as we both started to move faster, clearing the last few yards up the hill to the forge. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>J.T. swallowed twice, shaking his head slowly. \u201cI\u2014you guys better sit down.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cProbably smart,\u201d my brother agreed from the shadows inside. \u201cBut probably not in here with the baby. Let me bank the forge.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I nodded slightly, rubbing Lin\u2019s back as J.T. stepped out into the afternoon sunshine. Phelan emerged a second later, earning a lofted brow from me. \u201cWho else is in there?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJust Thordin,\u201d Phelan said as he wandered a few yards away and sat down in the grass. J.T. drifted after him like a ghost, though he didn\u2019t sit, just stood and stared out over the ravine. I watched him for a moment, my heart sinking, joining my stomach somewhere around my knees.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat the hell is going on guys?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWait for Matt,\u201d J.T. murmured.<\/p>\n<p>Thom settled his arm around my shoulders again and I leaned into him slightly. Lin started to fuss a little and Thom reached over, resting his hand lightly on the back of our son\u2019s head. The whimpery, not-quite-crying stopped and Lin went quiet again, resting his head against my chest. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief and Thom held me a little bit tighter.<\/p>\n<p>My brother emerged from the forge a moment later, Thordin coming behind like a much taller shadow. Thom looked expectantly at J.T.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAll right. We\u2019re all here. What is it?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOlympium isn\u2019t done with us.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I grimaced, shaking my head. \u201cTell me something we didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnother of the Otherlanders most thought was dead is still alive,\u201d Thordin said quietly. J.T. glanced at him, then exhaled softly, seeming to sag a little as if in relief.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAll right,\u201d I said slowly, already not liking where this was going. \u201cSo what does that mean for us?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShe asked for help,\u201d J.T. said. \u201cSpecifically, she asked for <em>my<\/em> help.\u201d He met my gaze. I\u2019d never seen him so uncertain. It made my throat tighten and my stomach knot up. \u201cI don\u2019t know if I can do it, but something tells me I have to try.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[This post from Marin&#8217;s point of view.] \u201cShit,\u201d Thom breathed, letting go of me as we both started to move faster, clearing the last few yards up the hill to the forge. \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d J.T. swallowed twice, shaking his &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3234\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[240,253,14],"tags":[150,171,170,160,152,181,149,173,148,168,147,165,158,200,169,146],"class_list":["post-3234","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-book-6","category-chapter-11-book-6","category-story","tag-awakenings","tag-fantasy","tag-fiction","tag-j-t-mackenzie","tag-marin-astoris","tag-matthew-astoris","tag-original-fiction","tag-phelan-ocredne","tag-post-apocalyptic","tag-serial","tag-serial-fiction","tag-story","tag-thom-ambrose","tag-thomas-merlin-ambrose","tag-thordin","tag-web-fiction"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p1EBlN-Qa","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3234","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3234"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3234\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3235,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3234\/revisions\/3235"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3234"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3234"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3234"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}