She asked herself, her heart rate intensifying as she pushed herself back up, one again ready to face the unpredictable crowd that rushed around seemingly aimlessly.
After a few moments the princess forced herself to walk back into the busy street, instantly forgetting the direction she had come from as she entered the crowd. Biting her lip, the young immortal princess shrugged; randomly deciding to turn left as she accepted that she was in fact lost; not knowing where she would end up in the overwhelmingly large city. She stumbled slightly as she bumped into someone, quickly catching herself before she fell; shaking her head as she moved to regain her full balance. She looked up at the stranger, gasping when she realised who it was; taking a fearful step back as her apprehension of what would come rose.
“Hey! Watch where you are...” Joey stopped, looking down at her, his eyes filling with confusion as he realised who it was who had bumped into him. His exp
Elika stared down at the note, her mind racing at all that entailed, at what exactly the words suggested. She folded the small paper, placing it into one of the small compartments in her gown, before quickly opening the pack; grateful at what it held. She pulled out a simply crafted hunting knife and a 9mm pistol, carelessly tying the black holder around her ankle with the supply belt and loading the gun. Whatever her saviour believed waited for her, the immortal princess had to be ready; prepared for what she may find beyond the folds of the forest.She connected with her surroundings, allowing the worlds to swarm around her as she always had when she was a young child, the trees smiling as she greeted them, and the wind hissing with joy at her return. Because this was it, Elika had made it home, made it back to the place where she had been raised; the place her family continued to reside in. All she wanted now was see her brothers once more, her mother and her father. She n
Elika was deserted, alone in the darkness. Her whole frame trembling as she stood, desperately searching the eerie black room; praying that there would be someone to appear and help her. Someone who could save her from her never ending fate. The fate the creator had so savagely forced upon her. She repeatedly glanced in every direction; paranoid of what she suspected would come to her in the endless blackness, petrified that it would be the creature of her nightmares. The one thing she feared above all else. The thing that always won. Sending her back into the pits of fire where she was deemed to belong. The walls seemed to close in around her, appearing so lively that something might reach out and take a hold of her; dragging her back down into the pits of hell. The immortal princess gasped, her legs quaking in fear and apprehension, now barely able to sustain their own weight against the darkness.The distant sobbing wails of her family assaulted her ears, pushing Eli
The young immortals hand snapped up to cover her cheek as it erupted in pain, her eyes widening in shock as she took another step back, silenced by Darren’s outburst, his tone and mannerisms something she had only ever seen from the others.Michael stepped forward, placing a hand on Darren’s shoulder in order to calm his comrade down, his tone stern and unforgiving. “How did you get out, pup? I am really interested to learn how you got back to this dimension without the help of someone who can summon a portal. So please enlighten me, who helped you escape?”Elika bit her bottom lip, cautiously attempting to think of a lie that would aid her; knowing that she couldn’t tell the truth. No matter how badly they wished for it. “I don’t know, I woke up in the forest and then ... “ She paused, glancing around the throne room in sadness, her chest contracting in worry for her family. “I found my home destroyed and my people
The young immortal princess whimpered, her vision blurring as her mind fought to regain control, her abilities appearing utterly useless against her uncles vast power; proving to be more than she could handle alone. Her muscles wailed in response to the agony, every bone in her body quivering in terror and apprehension of what was to come. She pitied Cerberus as she thought of the three headed dog being treat the same way as she was now, knowing in her heart that the beast would only follow his commands out of necessity, riddled with horror of what would occur if it did not do as its owner ordered. She wondered for a brief moment if she would grow to be the same, blindly following the will of those around her so that she might avoid a consequence that her ID creates.Breathing deeply, she clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, willing herself to be still; to not react to the pain. You have faced enough torment to know that there is always an end to the pain, all you have to do
Elika’s eyes snapped open as she bolted upright, her heart racing as she recalled the event of the last day, knowing that she would pay for what she did to Hades, along with aiding in Persephone’s escape. She imagined that the dark Lord would make her suffer for what she had done, but she had seen no other way, she had to help the goddess. She turned her head from side to side, the mattress of a large canopy bed soft beneath her frame as she searched the room she had been assigned when she had first been forced to stay with Hades. Relieved that the guards had placed her there rather than in the dungeons below the mansion. Only, she had not truly meant to harm her uncle so much, it had been as though she was trapped within her own body, a passenger forced to watch as someone else steered you into danger; unable to do anything to prevent it. The young immortal felt different somehow, something inside her twisting and changing, making room for something she had yet to under
The fiendish war had raged on since long before Elika was born, neither side showing compassion. The battles raged on through the centuries untamed and savage, no side allowing quarter. The deaths were heinous and unprincipled; those who died would not rest silently. Their sinful battle would continue onward, the souls forever locked in limbo where they would endure the tortures of death lingering on their monstrous souls. Not many remember the true beginning of the impure and putrid war, the centuries moulding and bending it into only myth. Those who do remember the beginning speak not of the times of peace, when all mystical beings lived together, when the gods worked as one to preserve and abide life’s creations. But that was long ago before millions died, before the mortals turned away from magic and renounced all ties they had with the gods. Neither heaven nor hell was safe from the war, the sea nor sky dared to challenge the reasons. Neither wind nor earth thought to def
The centuries passed on slowly, the war savagely taking many lives from both sides. But this did not deter the outcome, both sides still remained strong and able; their army’s only becoming stronger as the world became darker. After a millennium of fighting Atlas continued to refuse the peace for the people of the heaven dimension, his fight continuing. Eventually he found a mate; a young woman as powerful as himself, he found the match strategic and married her almost immediately.Many thought that his mate Atnya would sway Atlas’ temper and a truce would be made, but they were wrong. Atnya was as dark hearted as the ruler and soon convinced him that they should fight more and throw everything they had into destroying Darkous. She also stood by him in every decision, believing that they should not follow the mortal world’s technological advances. Atlas believed that the heaven dimension should remain as it had for centuries, banning all technology that he d
The raid began with a bloodthirsty vengeance, Atlas taking all the men he had into hell. The battle was both untamed and putrid, the casualties increasing by the minutes...Darkous smiled and chaos unfolded around him, the wave of battle was here, the smell of blood invading his nostrils. All around him were people fighting for their lives and for the lives of their loved ones, but this did not disrupt or unsettle Darkous. It in fact made him more agile and alert as he stalked into the centre of the battle, the hand crafted sword strategically by his side, ready to strike at the first person who would dare to threaten his power. He thrived on the pure adrenalin that came with battle and loved the helpless look on people’s faces as he landed the killing blow. But nothing compared to the total satisfaction of knowing that his brother once again failed to carry out a full scale surprise attack on hell, no nothing could compare to the feeling Darkous got as he