“Come on, pup, I’m not waiting around for a limp.”Elika nodded, moving to stand beside Darren as Michael created a portal, limping on her injured leg as it burned in strain. She winced when she stopped, applying more pressure to the ankle than she had meant, worsening the pain.Michael ignored her pain as he turned towards his comrade, his voice once again becoming stern and unforgiving. “She has of yet seen nothing of the city, keep it that way. The portal will take you to your flat.”“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don’t let her see the city, I get it. Now can we please go?” Darren huffed, his tone appearing uncaring as he glanced towards Michael; slowly beginning to lose his temper.“Yes, you can go, if you lose the attitude, this is serious and she is not just one of your whores. I will come and get her after I have finished training the soldiers.” Her uncles comrade snarled lightly, scowling at the medi

Elika stood leant against the windowsill, staring out into the busy streets of hell,  her mind racing as she watched people smiling as they walked; carefree as they continued with their day to day lives. She sighed contentedly, happily gazing down at the people her father sort to kill, but why was that his plan? These people didn’t seem evil at all, in fact they seemed quite the opposite. Caring and simple. So why did her father want to kill them all, rid the world of these innocent people? What had they done to him that was so bad? The princess closed her eyes briefly, wishing that the world was different somehow, that all the evil in the universe would just vanish and leave the people alone. Leave her alone. She knew that banishing the nasty and cruel would also mean her father, but the worlds would be better off without people like him.The city was larger than any Elika had ever seen, the building reaching high into the clouds, each one having what the princess

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

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

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