http://slow.writerscafe.org/umbraFORTE The original writings of author Adeline en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776218679 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Wanted in more then five countries, abandoned by the Organization that made us what we are, stranded, peniless in the middle of Rome.Evan and I stood before the Trevi Fountain, looking around wondering what to do. We were wearing work clothing, and toting la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/umbraFORTE/379519/  Chapter OneKaia It began with an evacuation.            It was well past midnight, and well before dawn when I awoke to my long-time personal guard shaking me awake."Princess, they are breaking down the palace doors, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/umbraFORTE/379299/  Braden followed the dull orders of the men exactly as they said them, and gazed only at Abigail for encouragement. He turned as they asked, and when Greg told him to stop looking at her, he tore his gaze away from her and turned his head down. The man behind him guided him forward, and the oth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/umbraFORTE/378999/  The girl was but 17 years old, and Natural, a type of person that had long since been eradicated from the world, or so the city had been tricked into believing. She stood in an alley on a snowy morning, just as another Natural girl had done 20 years prior. It was rather early morning, and snow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/umbraFORTE/378980/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/umbraFORTE/378978/ The woods where they had always met for two years were relatively bright and spaced out, making dappled patterns on the forest floor, which crunched slightly under his feet. Braden listened intently to the sounds of the forest until he detected the sound he was looking for, the one sound that he was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/umbraFORTE/378900/               Two weeks passed as normally as they ever had in Abigail’s colony, though inside her, apprehension built as the afternoon of their meeting drew closer.By ten minutes to three o’clock, Abigail stood waiting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/umbraFORTE/378876/  The young woman stood in the alley, looking out onto the snowy street as a procession of men on horseback strutted proudly down it. The alley was wide, coated in the same layer of fluffy white, pushed back a few yards from the road. She waited patiently for the group to pass, feeling on the ed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/umbraFORTE/378753/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/umbraFORTE/378556/ Facility where specimens are experimented on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/umbraFORTE/378423/