The Clandestine Saga

ir near the window in Cadence Findley’s bedroom. The rest of her friends were strewn about the room already; Taylor Christianson and Sydney Cox

the group, had graduated from high school and gone on with their lives, these times were much rarer, and it h

uch a jerk for giving them homework over Thanksgiving break! If she could just get this done, she would finally be able to enjoy her friends’ company, rather than haphazardl

omething different about herself, like she never quite fit in with the rest of the kids in school. She had participated in extracurricular activities, like cheerleading and choir. She had attended the dances and pretended to care about what others thought of her hair and her clothes. But at the end of the day, she always felt that the worries of high school were nothing co

ball for the Nebraska Cornhuskers—a pretty big deal—and was hoping that he would show up "big man on campus" with his pretty little lady on his arm. But Cadence had other plans for

ny for a bit, hoping to save some money before starting college. And Drew was a senior in high school this year. She had been on the cheerleading squa

been so preoccupied with finishing her assignment she had no idea what the rest of

he computer screen, Cadence turned to ad

aid!” Jack chuckled from his

ing to where Cadence sat in front of the computer. “I saw a fly

y entertainment needs,” Jon mumbled sarcastically as

ching helplessly as Drew grabbed the mou

e said, referring to Cadence’s caree

e wasn’t precisely sure she knew the correct definition. In fact, she would

pillow pressed against her chest. “It sounds like a

eyes. “It’s eye-dol-in not

s frantically searching Google, trying to find more informat

,” Kash remarked, “But if it’s

n the bed but was no longer reclining. She strained her neck

ntom,” Drew proclaimed. “I know,

xpert!” Jon added in his

d various searches containing the words “eidolon” a

the flyer say?

cryptic, for a flyer. It just said something like ‘Eidolon gather, Percy’s Lot, Villisca, witch

notice. She continued to search as the others drew straws nonverbally to dete

ed a red scrap of paper sticking out from behind a trash can. It was bright red, so it caught my attention. So, I grabbed it and read it. And I had no idea what eidolon meant, but I knew that festival meant party! So, I

s is, like, a private part

flyer, so it’s not like someone just wrote a note and dropp

se it or at least have a web

guys!” she exclaimed. “All of you are off in college or working, and I’m here going t

knew in her heart, if they went to that f