#The quarter#
#supernatural world ##seventy-two hours ultimatum #This is a suicide mission!!!Elena's POVApprehension was one of my favorite words as a child. I can vividly recollect being praised by my human tutor in school for using such a long word in the right way. Now as a teenager, I hate to admit it as an emotion because it churns my stomach badly. I certainly and absolutely hate feeling this way.We stopped at the parking lot of the royal quarter to pick a car but Cass got too excited and wanted to drive the most expensive car there so he could cross out that task from his bucket list.We unlocked a Bugatti la Voiture Noire in the colour dopest black and some seductive hint of red to highlight the car. The car is brand new and has sat in the parking lot for quite some time now with nobody to use it. It sits as if it were formed from flowing metal, aquatic, yet feminine with its curves."We are on a schedule and we need the fastest cThe building of the book store is in a state of ruins; a huge dilapidated mess with growing moss as the ornamental plant that designed the walls, making it a beautiful decayed mess.Cass led me forward and opened the entrance door to let me in first, I gave him a polite smile in response and stepped in. The inside is like a wall of ancient volumes, the bookshelves looked surprisingly strong and had the capability to hold a hundred books and more. The woods looked like it was carved by a profound lover of literature.The architectural design of the inside is Victorian, the stairs were obviously built first, arching like the end of a cat's tail before ascending to the first floor. The inside is warm and inviting compared to the dingy outlook. Books that ranged from the ancient trilogy, erotic, motivational, science, and bibles were arranged in a relaxed vertical position. Upon closer inspection, I could see scratches, the wood was a little paler where it had dinged. I touche
#Supernatural realm##Riddles vs fate##three hours ultimatum#Que sera sera{what will be will be}Elena's POVAs a creature of the night, a dangerously low degree temperature such as ten degrees Celsius and below is considered a norm. A strong wind blew through the room with a powerful passion, slamming doors so hard like a chaotic drum beat--a marching band with no finger making them want to fall off their hinges, ruffling everyone's hair, and controlling every single object in the room.It is air filled with passion, a drive that powers onwards. My muscles stiffened as I watch Lindsay close her eyes in focus and passionately chant incantations. Her once fragile body stood up at attention and her fingers swayed the wind expertly. The once sunny cloud was hurriedly replaced with a grey sky that channeled our emotions and present predicament to the universe.Lindsay picked a whitish powdered-looking substance and drew a cross on our foreheads. The wind intensifi
Cass saw the shock register on my face before I could hide it. A small smile played on his lips and like goal-getters, we chuckled loudly and high-fived each other. Below the cliff laid a marketplace filled with people. I have never been more happy to see living creatures--the noises of the marketplace and the birds that graced the air became a comforting lullaby to us, it was music to me.We jumped down using our supernatural abilities. I checked my wristwatch only to find out we had spent forty minutes out of the allocated time and with haste, we made our way to the creatures which I doubt to be humans because they don't smell like one."I just read their minds, not even a single creature thought about money, sex, or alcohol. What on earth are these people?" Cass narrowed his eyes and squared his shoulders."I don't know but we are about to find out." I dipped my hands in my leather jacket pockets and made our presence known.Like a new kid in a new school, all
#Supernatural realm##Riddles and gods##Fate vs man's efforts#He's got more skeleton in his cupboard than an halloween outlet♥Elena's POV♥Is it not interesting that an upcoming second or minute is regarded as the future and it crawls its butt slowly before sinking irretrievably into the past. While future events can not be predicted with certainty, I can't help but wonder if future events are as a result of the present efforts to better the future or if it has been pre-determined by the creator to be.Looking at Cass, I could tell he was a little apprehensive, but that is the most natural of emotions when we see and feel something or someone that had the potential of bringing wonder into our lives. What's more? The emotion was mirrored in my soul. This was a real moment, significant, and potent.The carriage galloped along the sloppy road till we were neared a cave where the coachman announced that that was the end of the trip and
"Welcome strangers from the other realm of life, I believe your journey was smooth?" A giant man dressed in flowing robes that were two times his size asked.Considering the fact that his head was almost touching the upper part of the cave and we had to look up to answer showed how huge he was. My rough mental calculation claimed he must be up to 18ft tall. He had a slightly crooked rod with a ruby gem as the artifact adorning it."Believe me when I tell you it has been traumatizing and why the fuck did you have to let those birds attack us? is that your definition of hospitality?" Cass scrunched his brows in anger.The riddle man pointed his rod at Cass and threw a fireball at him which Cass ducked early enough to prevent a third-degree burn. A fireplace magically appeared where the fireball struck, right behind Cass."Well, what can I say? I'm an old man with a weird way of showcasing my good intentions." He flashed a smile at us and his eyes glinted with misch
#Forty minutes ultimatum##Riddles and truths##Supernatural realm#Pointed fangs and bruised victims♥Elena's POV♥"I can do this so breathe!""It should be easy, just answer the god damn questions, right?""Wait! What if my brain freezes like a volcano ash that has dried out or better still, being expelled from a volcano during a volcano eruption and things go south?There was only one word that could perfectly describe my predicament and that was paranoia. I tried to say positive words till they became a mantra but my mind is beginning to ridicule the capacity of my brain to keep calm during tension and my ability to think fast. If anyone could read my mind right now they would have pegged me for a crazy person who escaped an asylum. Not like I would blame them either because somewhere in the back of my now estranged rational brain, I knew I was freaking out and my pounding heart didn't help matters. I felt helpless as a poor
"What does man love more than life, hate more than death or mortal strife that which contented men desire, the poor have, the rich require, The miser spends, the spendthrift saves And all men carry to the grave?" Romulus fanned himself and muttered, "think wisely before answering, it is bound to get tougher."I cracked my knuckles while racking my brain. One moment I felt like I knew the answer and the next minute my doubting Thomas's side gets activated. I really can't say which one I prefer. What is making my head spin are the transitions but at this moment, my brain cells have been randomized or better still-- frozen."Nothing?" Cass whispered with his hands covering his face."I didn't get that?" Romulus's voice thundered across the cave in a bid to get Cass to man up."I said nothing, I don't know." His slender fingers ran across his tousled hair and he began pacing around and staring at every other thing but for me."You sure you have absolutely nothin
#Another realm of life##Meeting the dualistic god##Saving Kate Marshall#It is done only when I pronounce so♥Elena's POV♥The Spanish call it Alegría...Croatians refer to it as radost...Usually, joy is an emotion felt after an accomplishment like getting a new job, securing a contract, having a latest addition to the family, having your crush declare his undying love for you, and a whole lot more. I remember feeling the same emotion as a seven-year-old kid when I learned to shoot an arrow and I met my target for the first time. Hilda's advice was for me to imagine what or who I hated the most and fire the arrow with all the strength I could muster.On stepping outside the exit of the cave, my eyes steady to the horizon, my face aglow with the last orange rays before the twilight beckons the stars, my lips bear a semblance of a smile, just enough to show that the cool breeze whipping my jet-black hair around felt satia