Sample Sunday: Davide doubts that he is the prophesied Great Shapeling Prince

Excerpt from: Davide: Shapeling Trilogy Book Three: Prince

Davide lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He was twenty-five years old and going nowhere fast. Sure, he'd had a great education and now held a doctorate in philosophy. Sure, he was getting offers from the best universities for teaching positions. But did he want to accept any of the offers? No. He'd chosen to major in philosophy only because he'd hoped it would help unravel the mysteries of life—mysteries surrounding himself. He'd poured over ancient texts trying to gain glimpses into a race of beings that humans were unaware of—shapelings. He'd devoured the writings of ancient and modern philosophers and come up empty handed. When he'd approached his parents about the crazy prophesy surrounding his life, they'd listened to his misgivings, but had none of their own. They'd assured him the words of the prophesy would be fulfilled.

God, he felt like such a failure. He couldn't shift and he had no leadership skills. How could he be the Prince of Prophesy? Adding to his dismal attitude was the fact that his best friend, Zoe, had abandoned him

Davide sighed and looked toward the moon and shifting clouds. He closed his eyes and breathed the sweet night air, thinking of his sweet Zoe and how much he missed her. Running his hands through hair as black as his father's, he whispered a prayer to the Source. "What am I supposed to do with my life? I need answers."

He opened his eyes and gazed once more into the beautiful night, listening to the song of the wind. Later, he dreamed.