A smile passed from one woman to another. A smile of pride and adoration. It was like time had slowed down because in that moment and at that time, she felt something take seat within her.
It was a padlock, locking unto her heart.'Wisdom lacked by many...' she heard in her head.'Anna....' was all she could whisper, before feeling the heat of Alexandra's wielded flame on her bare skin. Keeping quiet wasn't an option. She screamed, but held tightly unto that part of her that wanted to lash out. This wasn't a battle that fists and slaps could settle.It went deeper.So much deeper. Eleanor was being burnt alive, yet, death didn't appear. She felt it all. Every poisonous flame Alexandra was able to wield.... The heat of her scorn.... The pain in Alexandra.... How she felt maltreated and overlooked.... How she felt guilty, yet justified. How she felt lost and possessed.... How she felt defeated. Alexandra finally lowered herLater that night, they were sat on the front porch, entwined in each other and both deep in thought when Eleanor asked,"Andreas?"He hummed."How are you half french and Irish and Italian, when you are from another realm?""In my realm, there are different languages that differentiate species. It wasn't till my line came here that we realized that for every language we speak, your realm has it too. Only difference is the name of the languages. We found out that our particular language, is Irish.""Wolves speak Irish in your realm?""Yes. My grandfather came, visited Ireland, then went to Italy. He fell in love with the language and decided to claim the country. That was what I meant by migrated. His dragon was only too happy."She turned to face him."So, all dragons in your realm speak Italian?""Yes.""Since you have all the species.... It means you speak all languages?"He nodded.She tilted her head to the side. "All o
Eleanor looked up ahead and saw Jalta and her henchman approaching, dragging a haggard looking Antana behind. From the way she looked, something wasn't right."What did you do to her?""Nothing much."Her henchman pulled Antana forward and struck her across the face.All Antana did was look up at him with weak eyes.Turning red with anger, Eleanor rose her hand and shot out at him. He had no choice but to drop her as pain locked him in a choke hold. Out the corner of her eye, she saw Nick run in and rush straight to his mother but she didn't take her eyes off Jalta. Jalta roared and shot fire out at Eleanor.While Jochelo panicked and yelled her name, Eleanor conjured up a shield around them all.Fire against pulsing electricity. Klitanis snarled at Jalta and seeing him, Jalta's enraged face paled in fear."Let him go!" She yelled at Eleanor."Lower your fire," Eleanor spoke casually.Jalta huffed and puffed, obviously disagree
As she trudged through the wet forest to his place, her mind ran amok with thoughts. She'd tried calling him but his line was switched off. Had he maybe gone to the shop to see Anna, then met Daphne and decided to stay and talk? Was that what the text meant? Though she felt cold and wet from the drizzles of the rain, she pushed through and kept trudging. Upon getting to his place, she went up the porch stairs, shook off whatever water droplets she could from her skin, and knocked.No response.She shuddered as the cold breeze kissed her wet body and knocked again.Still no response. Maybe he really wasn't home. Deciding to ensure, she placed her thumb on the scanner and the door flipped open. She walked into the dark living room and looked around.No sign of him.Next stop, Anna's shop.She was making her way to the door when she heard a noise.She stopped and quietened, listening intently. When she heard nothing, she concluded that it
2 WEEKS LATEREleanor took a deep breath as she stood on the porch, looking all around her. The last two weeks had been tough.Very tough.Anna had come to see her and knowing Anna, she knew everything already. Nick and Anthony came visiting too, to make sure she was 'okay'. Andreas had also showed up a few times, begging her to hear him out, but she'd refused to open the door. Once upon a time, she'd feared that he wouldn't have felt the same way.Now, she feared that she'd look at him and remember everything.It was hard enough living with dreams that refused to leave her alone, and waking up to the emptiness that served as a reminder of her heartache. It always hurt her everytime she heard his pleading voice, but she just couldn't bring herself to open the door, and try as she might, she couldn't stop feeling his feelings.He wasn't pushing it to her, and she knew it- well, it was him, but not him.
"Deitalyn-" Eleanor turned in the direction she'd seen Deitalyn go off in, but saw Andreas.Andreas!"Even better!" She got off the bed and rushed to him."If I accept that we're soul mates, I'm accepting to a marriage?"His brows dipped at her troubled expression."You don't want to get married?""No- I mean yes, but not right now. We still have to fight faceless voice and kick his crusty old butt!" She enthused, making wild hand gestures."I'll get injured because I'm just like that, and besides, it makes it all the more cooler, walking out of battle in leather pants and thick smoke behind you, with blood dripping down your face, and a sword or something in your hand."Andreas rose a brow."That's just how it's done, son!" She threw out.Andreas fought the urge to slap his forehead."You'll be doing stuff too. I'll have to tend to my injuries and knowing me, it'll take weeks! Knowing Anna, I'll get food shove
It had been an added week with her in the realm of the supernaturals, and she'd found out a bunch of things.One, Everyone looked at her with starlit eyes after finding out that she was the child prophesied about, and she wasn't liking it.Two, Garion like liked her, and was pretty bummed out that she was Andreas' mate, but was happy for them, nonetheless.Three, Daphne had gone missing. She'd only found out when Anna had said it to stop her from asking any more questions, because apparently, she couldn't say exactly what she saw because it would "disrupt things".Four, Faceless voice's witches couldn't see into Andreas' realm.Five, there were portals everywhere, like the one in Lake Creek.Everywhere.She could go anywhere in this world, as long as she found the right portal. Just, what would she say if she ran into a foreign police officer who asked for something she forgot to bring along? Say a passport or an ID card? That
Eleanor awoke to find herself in his realm. The supernaturals hadn't taken lightly to Esmeralda being in their realm. Some leaders were rather shocked, now seeing Eleanor as the ticket to somehow drawing their once peaceful creatures back from the Fourth spirit. Eleanor was cool with it... Till she found out that some planned to kill them for betraying them.She also found out that Daphne had willingly joined the Fourth spirit because Alexandra had tricked her.Also, the supernatural kingdom was carrying out a sweep to seek out betrayers and liars.So much was happening. Esmeralda- who once upon a time was Anna's friend- had told them all of the Fourth spirit's mode of attack, plans, thoughts, changes, the time that was best for him and back up."How can we even trust her!?" Shouted a rather annoying supernatural leader for literally the fiftieth time.Everyone either groaned or shot him aggravated looks, telling him to shut up.He was
Tension brewed within the group.They approached Eleanor's place and true to their words, in the distance, they saw figures approaching. Getting to the front of the house, they stood.Waiting.Eleanor was more impatient to see if what Esmeralda had given her for her eyes would work.Contact lenses.Esmeralda had explained to her that the eyes of the Fourth spirit held horrors unknown to men. Torture, sadness, anger, bitterness, shame, tranquil torture, hate, you name it, they were all there. They all strove for dominance in his eyes and If she looked really close, she would see them all, fighting with their hypnotizing trade marks on their backs. Looking into his eyes drew out some form of reaction. Be it fear, surprise or even curiosity, it drew out a reaction.An emotional reaction.That was what granted him access to the soul. He needed a reaction as an opening to enter and the lack of a reaction served as a barrier to his entrance. That was