Brittany Quagan - Ren: : Awakened

REN:
Awakened

Brittany Quagan

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ISBN: 978-1-5043-6294-8 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5043-6295-5 (e)

Balboa Press rev. date: 02/03/2017

CONTENTS

A NOTE FROM
BRITTANY

W RITING RENS STORY HAS CHANGED my life. Shes not just another character dancing around in my head full of snarky thoughts and untapped bravery. Ren helped me to heal.

Ren helped me to see my truth; who I really was deep down and not according to what others said I was or would be. She showed me the parts of myself I wouldnt have otherwise known existed.

Perhaps Ren is my higher self, my soul, who had the ability to come alive while I wrote her; or perhaps she was simply a message from Spirit that came through her words.

Figuring it out doesnt matter. What matters is she exists. In me, in you, in all of us. And I thank her for her presence in my life. For changing me and helping me remember why Im here and why I do what I do every crazy step of the way.

To real life Kiki. Because yes, Kiki is a real person; a real life Implement, without whom, this story wouldnt have been told. And it all started with the Adventures of Ren and Kiki on a Road Trip. Thank you for your friendship, your tireless support, and your belief in me and this story.

To my mom who spent 26 years screaming at me that I better start writing because thats the gift I was given and she refused to watch me waste it. Happy now? Haha! Just kidding. Thank you for believing in me when I didnt believe in me.

To my amazing editor, JJ the Jetplane, for forcing me to push my imagination and creative process and dealing with my flighty changes and indecisiveness. Youre the real rockstar.

To Alex for bringing my characters to life with your stunning cover art. No one can pluck a scattered idea out of this Geminis head quite like you can.

To my family and friends who asked me regularly about book updates, who read my story and gave me feedback; who cried, laughed and panicked as Ren shared her tale: Kim, Heather, Heidi, MU, Mysti, Colleen, Beej, Sam, Kris, Dad (this is a never-ending list). You kept my vibe high and confidence soaring. I love you.

To every person who told me it couldnt happen. Thank you. For forcing me to go against the grain like a true Implement and follow what I believe.

And finally, to all of the Implements. This is your story. Believe in the unseen. Believe in your abilities to make change in this world. Your belief is what will make magic happen. Always remember you are far more than a human. You are a powerful soul, locked in a meatbag, with limitless potential. Dont let something as silly as a body stop you from achieving whatever it is you set out to create.

I love you all.

Thank you from the deepest depths of my core.

Brittany

P.S. I know Ill think of 50 other people to thank after I submit this to the publisher and Im probably panicking right now that you think I forgot you. I didnt. This is for you.

PROLOGUE

The Weavers Song

Close thy eyes and lend thy ears

And harken to our song

We come to ye to woo thy help

In the mutiny wer upon

Ere the strife the world now sees

Wast once filled with pure love

But now our foes have come to fray

We must fight to rise above

We come to those whore true of heart

Who shalt doeth what is right

To reinstate the peace there was

And fight the dark with light

If thou shalt choose to join our cause

Our deal cant be undone

Thy lifetimes will be owed to us

Thy cannot try to run

This contract shall be set in stone

And once thou doth agree

We unravel thy fate in canvas

And behold, the Tapestry.

Should thou agree to this endeavor

Heed this warning true

All Karmic debts must still be paid

As you see this through

Just know, each choice, along the way

Through every life thou leads

Shalt determine the fate of thy world

With however the Tapestry reads

We are the Weavers, our voices heard

Our offer has been unfurled,

And now its up to thou to choose

If thou shalt change the world.

CHAPTER
One

S OMETIMES I WANT TO SCREAM at the top of my lungs until my voice is completely gone. Or until the pressure blows off my head, whichever comes first. The stress they put on me; I cant handle it. It just builds and builds, and one day Im going to POP. Its even worse when Im mad. The things that happen well I cant help it; they just do.

Youd probably be just as pissed if you were in my shoes. I mean, do you have any freaking clue what it feels like to have been lied to for your entire life about whoor whatyou are? To know that everything you thought was real couldnt be further from the truth? And still, after everything Ive learned, the lies keep coming.

Im supposed to do things change reality as we know it. But every corner I turn brings me to another obstacle, another lie.

Youd think that asking a simple what or how would get you the answers you need. Not when youre dealing with these people. They have so much to say, yet they say nothing at all. And you know what? Secrets really piss me off. I know theyre hiding plenty from me.

By the way, Im Ren. Id love to have a typical going-off-to-college story with all sorts of teenage, rebellious debauchery. But I dont. My story isnt working like that; it never has. Ive always been different than most. Whatever that means. For me, it means that my life has never been one you could call normal. Some of you can relate, which is great because youll be a big help in all of this.

Ill try to break this down quickly for you so we can get on with the story. A few months ago, my life changed completely. Not that I had some lovely fairytale life to begin with. Life had always been a struggle, but then things got crazy. Things I never thought couldor wouldhappen, did. And now I, well, we (and by we I mean you and me and the rest of the world) really are smack dab in the middle of mayhem.

Before my life flipped upside down, I couldnt even walk in public without thinking I was going to die. It didnt matter where I went or who I was near; my chest would get heavy; Id sweat bullets and twitch; my heart would race; I couldnt breathe. Sometimes Id want to throw up or curl into a ball. Sometimes Id faint. I didnt know why it happened. If I tried to explain to anyone, like a doctor, what I experience, they would just tell me I was paranoid or that I had anxiety disorder. Then theyd slap me on meds. It all changed when I met them, though. Everything changed. Because I learned the truth. And now its time for you to learn.