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Two Years LaterGeneve was thankful she was still alive. She spent her days trying to adjust to her current reality. She felt empty, and she understood that would never change. Anwyn was more than just the world she lived, it was part of her. As a child, she had woven tiny pieces of her soul into the essence of the realm. Few had ever seen Anwyn's spirit before, and no others had manipulated the energy. No one else realized it, but Anwyn was a living thing. The realm cried out for Genève, drawing her in. She knew if she could get back, she would feel Talon there. She didn’t care what her aunt said. She knew without a doubt that he would be there waiting, if she could only make it home. Adonis was not someone to be trusted. Genève had learned the hard way not to trust anyone. She reluctantly decided to let her aunt live. She needed her so she could start a life somewhere new. She just could not live among all these ghosts. Adonis had already garnered numerous connections, and she may
Alizeh stared off into the distance and saw that a storm was approaching. She observed as a sapling leaned over, shedding leaves that danced in the breeze. The air stilled for a moment, and to her it seemed as if the tree stooped, like a mother saying farewell to her child for the last time. Suddenly the wind blew so defiantly that it made the trees dance, and the birds sing. In the distance, the lake rose and fell. Alizeh watched as the crystal water became splattered with blue and green, and she realized that the universe was just beginning to paint this wondrous canvas. She smiled as the birds played, bobbing and weaving with the current, their play reminiscent of an innocent child, so full of pure joy and sunlight. It seemed as if the sun were playing, too, as it hid behind the clouds, daring the birds to come and find it. She watched as a bird flew with all its might, but the wind was too strong. The bird was not discouraged, though; it was simply enjoying the moment. Alizeh
Trapped–how did I let us get trapped? Cade asked himself as he sat on the wet ground, miserable and cold. He looked over at Isabella and Gwendolyn and felt an all too familiar stinging pain. Gwendolyn had been known around their town for her immense beauty, but now she sat mute with her face in ruins.It had been four years since that horrible day, yet she still rarely spoke. He leaned back against the trunk of a tree and watched the raindrops fall. Suddenly he was young again, holding Alizeh's hand, and dancing in the rain. He felt the memory warm his soul, letting it consume him. Each day that passed the two of them had grown closer. His life was dedicated to Alizeh and Isabella. He had hated going home to his parents because they belonged to the church council, which ruled the land. They were strict intolerant fools. His mind lingered on one particularly special day. Isabella had brought Alizeh outside so that she could hang the wash.Cade raced over to her, and they joined hands.
When Alizeh woke up the next morning, she wondered why she had dreamed about her past. She was sure she had been getting better at blocking out her past. She felt out of sorts.The storm had all but passed, but the rain was still pitter-pattering atop her tent. She had all her belongings gathered in ten minutes. Over the years, she had succeeded in narrowing down her existence to survival.She lived, she breathed, she provided her body with minimal nourishment, and she slept. If she focused on these mundane tasks, she did not have the time or energy to fall apart.As she started her journey to nowhere, she began thinking about the strange events that happened after she fell asleep in that barn four years ago.When she had finally woke up that night, the moon was high in the sky, and she decided to continue her journey. She barely made it out of the barn when she encountered the strangest of things.Right there in front of her was the littlest old man she had ever seen. He was about fou
Alizeh took a deep breath and said, “All right I will come with you. I will help you save your father. It has to be better than what I am doing now.” “Wonderful. The storm is picking up, so we must leave now.”He pulled a small flask out of his bag, took a sip, and offered it to Alizeh. She drank the last few drops slowly and continued walking. She looked up at Orion, and he looked physically ill. She noticed that he was farther ahead of her, and suddenly he was gone as if ripped from the spot. The path seemed to stretch out before her eyes, and the forest around her seemed shaky. The forest started spinning faster and faster. The trees started to change to an image of a person. It Started blury, but cleared in seconds. She gasped, when she realized who it was. It was her father, and he was holding a belt. He somehow, still managed to inspire terror in her.. She started violently trembling. Just as fast as it appeared , the image changed.. She was now watching her town burn. People w
Genève stood at the window, looking out at her people. The filthy peasants worshiped her, but it was not enough. “Groll!” she shrieked at her head moron. He hurried into her chambers and glanced up, trying to gauge her mood. “Yes, My Queen?” he asked nervously, his eyes cast down, hoping not to provide with her any reason to be displeased. “Bring me Zeek. The time has come for us to have our little talk. Make sure he is shackled with the chains that make his magic useless. If he escapes, I will have your head!” She paced back and forth, running her fingers through her long crimson hair. She had been waiting for this day for twenty years. When she thought about all of the time and effort wasted on this little man, she became furious all over again. As she waited, she thought back to the day it had all begun. She could not believe how much had happened since then. Genève noticed Groll and Zeek coming down the corridor. She immediately stopped pacing, smoothed out the wrinkles in her
Alizeh and Orion to walked in comfortable silence. They were maintaining a good pace, and covering a lot of ground. Alizeh suddenly stopped walking. She said nothing. He sat by helplessly as her face went blank, and her attention drifted somewhere far, far away. He watched her staring into off in the distance, for what felt like an eternity. Finally, he had enough.He reached for her hand. It felt like ice. He shook her, and shouted, “Alizeh, are you ok?"She stood unwavering, rigid, and lost to Orion for, what felt like an eternity. He began to worry, maybe his dimension was too much for her. Was she going through some kind of shock, from existing in a world without magic her whole life? This realm wasn't the most magical realm in existence, but it certainly had enough of it to hold it's own. He was sure she had been frozen for at least an hour. In reality, only minutes had passed. Finally, she shook her head, and her face woke up - like she was coming out of a dream.Orion took her f
Alizeh, Orion, and Zeek quickly thanked Radof and bid him farewell. Zeek told them to all huddle together. He pressed his hand over Alizeh’s, on the staff. The wind began to swirl around them, and they slowly floated into the air. Before they knew it, they were safe and sound back at Zeek’s home. Zeek and Alizeh combined their powers and were able to put upwards so powerful that no unwanted visitors could pass through. If anyone tried, they would turn to dust.Zeek looked at Alizeh and Orion for a long time without speaking. They were sitting in the great room, gathered around the fireplace. He poured each of them a small glass of brown liquid. Alizeh accepted it gratefully and took a long swig, finishing the whole glass in one gulp. The men looked at her expectantly, and they could tell she was trying hard not to react to the pungent drink. Zeek laughed and said, “This is more of a sipping drink, Alizeh.” Orion quickly walked toward her and took her hand. All of a sudden Alizeh r