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Authors: Mark Frost

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The Paladin Prophecy

BOOK: The Paladin Prophecy
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This is a work of fiction. All incidents and dialogue, and all characters with the exception of some well-known historical and public figures, are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Where real-life historical or public figures appear, the situations, incidents, and dialogues concerning those persons are fictional and are not intended to depict actual events or to change the fictional nature of the work. In all other respects, any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Text copyright © 2012 by Mark Frost
Jacket design by Hilts

All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Random House Children’s Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.
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Grateful acknowledgment is made to WB Music Corp. for permission to include lyrics from THE TEDDY BEAR’S PICNIC written by Jimmy Kennedy, music by John W. Bratton, copyright © 1947 (renewed) by WB Music Corp. and EMI Music Publishing Ltd. All rights administered by WB Music Corp. All rights reserved. Reprinted by permission of WB Music Corp.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Frost, Mark
The Paladin prophecy / Mark Frost. — 1st ed.
p. cm.

Summary: A fifteen-year-old boy who has spent his entire life trying to avoid attention finds himself in the middle of a millennia-old struggle between titanic forces when he is simultaneously recruited by an exclusive prep school and followed by sinister agents.
eISBN: 978-0-375-98001-5
 [1. Preparatory schools—Fiction. 2. High schools—Fiction.
3. Schools—Fiction. 4. Good and evil—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.F92164Pal 2012 [Fic]—dc23 2011031171

Random House Children’s Books supports the First Amendment and celebrates the right to read.

v3.1

FOR THE LOST AND LONELY ONES …

Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Epigraph

Just Another Tuesday

Dr. Robbins

The Test

No Place Like Home

Prowler

Dad’s Home

Leaving Shangri-la

Dave

Sabotage

Dan Mcbride

Stone House

Brooke Springer

Lyle Ogilvy

Pod G4-3

Ajay Janikowski

Nick and Elise

The Dead Kid

Student-Citizens

The Medical Center

Professor Sangren

The Field House

Suicide Hill

A Misunderstanding

Wayfarer

The Other Locker Room

Déjà Vu

Puzzles

The Tutorial

Rulan Geist

The Weight Room

Coach Jericho

Flash

The Hookup

A Tiny Pianist

Ronnie

The Medical Center

Tested

Battlefield Conditions

Instant Message

The Paladins

The Statue and The Bear

The Boathouse

The Caves

Mom and Dad

The Accident

It’s About Us

Decision

To be Continued In: The Paladin Prophecy Book 2: Alliance

Dad’s List of Rules to Live By

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Every crime is punished,
Every virtue rewarded,
Every wrong redressed,
In silence and certainty.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson

I couldn’t see his face
.

He was running along a mountain trail. Running desperately. Pursued by black grasping shadows that were little more than holes in the air, but there was no mistaking their intention. The boy was in unspeakable danger and he needed my help
.

I opened my eyes
.

Curtains fluttered at the dark window. Freezing air whispered through a crack in the frame, but I was drenched in sweat, my heart pounding
.

Just a dream? No. I had no idea who this boy was. He appeared to be about my age. But I knew this much with iron certainty:

He was
real,
and he was headed my way
.

JUST ANOTHER TUESDAY

The Importance of an Orderly Mind

Will West began each day with that thought even before he opened his eyes. When he did open them, the same words greeted him on a banner across his bedroom wall:

#1: THE IMPORTANCE OF AN ORDERLY MIND.

In capital letters a foot high. Rule #1 on Dad’s List of Rules to Live By. That’s how crucial his father considered this piece of advice. Remembering it was one thing.
Following
Rule #1, with a mind as hot-wired as Will’s, wasn’t nearly as easy. But wasn’t that why Dad had put it on top of his list, and on Will’s wall, in the first place?

Will rolled out of bed and stretched. Flicked on his iPhone: 7:01. He punched up the calendar and scanned his schedule. Tuesday, November 7:

• Morning roadwork with the cross-country team
• Day forty-seven of sophomore year
• Afternoon roadwork with the cross-country team

Nice. Two runs sandwiching seven hours of Novocain for the brain. Will took a greedy breath and scratched his fingers vigorously through his unruly bed head. Tuesday, November 7, shaped up as a vanilla, cookie-cutter day. Not one major stress clouding the horizon.

So why do I feel like I’m about to face a firing squad?

He triple-racked his brain but couldn’t find a reason. As he threw on his sweats, the room lit up with a bright, cheerful sunrise. Southern California’s most tangible asset: the best weather in the world. Will opened the curtains and looked out at the Topa Topa Mountains rising beyond the backyard.

Wow
. The mountains were cloaked with snow from the early winter storm that had blown through the night before. Backlit by the early-morning sun, they were sharper and cleaner than high-def. He heard familiar birdsong and saw the little white-breasted blackbird touch down on a branch outside his window. Tilting its head, curious and fearless, it peered in at him as it had every morning for the last few days. Even the birds were feeling it.

So I’m fine. It’s all good
.

But if that was how he
really
felt, then what had stirred up this queasy cocktail of impending doom? The hangover from a forgotten nightmare?

An unruly thought elbowed its way into his mind:
This storm brought more than snow
.

What?
No idea what that meant—wait, had he dreamt about snow? Something about running? The silvery dream fragment faded before Will could grab it.

Whatever. Enough of this noise. Time to stonewall this funk-u-phoria. Will drove through the rest of his morning routine and skipped downstairs.

Mom was in the kitchen working on her second coffee. With reading glasses on a lanyard around her thick black hair, she was tapping her phone, organizing her day.

Will grabbed a power shake from the fridge. “Our bird’s back,” he said.

“Hmm. People-watching again,” she said. She put down her phone and wrapped her arms around him. Mom never passed up a good hug. One of those committed huggers for whom, in the moment, nothing else mattered. Not even Will’s mortification when she clinch-locked him in public.

“Busy day?” he asked.

“Crazy. Like stupid crazy. You?”

“The usual. Have a good one. Later, Moms.”

“Later, Will-bear. Love you.” She jangled her silver bracelets and got back to her phone as Will headed for the door. “Always and forever.”

“Love you, too.”

Later, and not much later, how he would wish that he’d stopped, gone back, held on to her, and never let go.

Will reached the base of their front steps and shook out his legs. Sucked in that first bracing hit of clean, cold morning air and exhaled a frosty billow, ready to run. It was his favorite part of the day … and then that droopy dreadful gloom crept all over him again.

#17: START EACH DAY BY SAYING IT’S GOOD TO BE ALIVE. EVEN IF YOU DON’T FEEL IT,
SAYING
IT—OUT LOUD—MAKES IT MORE LIKELY THAT YOU WILL.

“Good to be alive,” he said, without much conviction.

Damn. Right now #17 felt like the lamest rule on Dad’s list. He could blame some obvious physical gripes. It was forty-eight degrees and damp. His muscles creaked from yesterday’s weight training. A night of slippery dreams had left him short on sleep.
I’m just out of whack. That’s all. I always feel better once I hit the road
.

#18: IF #17 DOESN’T WORK, COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS.

Will hit the stopwatch app on his phone and sprang into a trot. His Asics Hypers lightly slapped the pavement … 1.4 miles to the coffee shop: target time, seven minutes.

He gave #18 a try.

Starting with Mom and Dad. All the kids he knew ripped their parents 24/7, but Will never piled on. For good reason: Will West had won the parent lottery. They were smart, fair, and honest, not like the phonies who preached values, then slummed like delinquents when their kids weren’t around. They cared about his feelings, always considered his point of view, but never rolled over when he tested the limits. Their rules were clear and balanced between lenient and protective, leaving him enough space to push for independence while always feeling safe.

Yeah, they have their strong points
.

On the other hand: They were odd and secretive and perpetually broke and moved around like Bedouins every eighteen months. Which made it impossible for him to make friends or feel connected to any place they ever lived. But, hey, what do you need a peer group for when your parents are your only friends? So what if that messed him up massively for the rest of his life? He might get over it, someday. After decades of therapy and a barge full of antidepressants.

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