LAIKA I knew everything going on around me, but I could not even lift a limb. Madam Theresa and Erika carried me into a place I do not know, but it looked like some kind of temple. Joy could not even reply to me anymore because she was so weak, and it was only a matter of time before she sto
ALPHA KARIM The battle was fierce, and we were outnumbered, but we fought. Erika's army of the dead was appearing more and more. I fought with all my strength while the witch was beside me, clearing the path. She was doing some kind of magic that made the skeletons break into pieces and disap
She quickly hid in the shadows, thinking of what to do. Erika did not stop her incantations; she spoke louder, screaming her incantations. A sudden, heavy wind began to blow in the room, tossing things around. Karim was tossed away; his sword was yanked out of his hands, but he held on to a pillar.
AUTHOR'S POV. Morpheus withdrew his sword from Madam Theresa, who crashed to the ground with a thud. When Erika saw that her mother was dead and her incantation was broken, she stood up in the center and spoke a magic word that made the army of the dead pour out of the temple, and she escaped
LAIKA "Take charge of your destiny," I muttered, looking around me. Erika was walking ahead of us and was not paying attention to what was happening. I shut my eyes and tried to convince myself that I was strong and could wield my powers. Erika was still enchanting, and I still felt weak, b
"So much for a fair fight, Erika," I said. She smirked sinisterly. "Sorry, I do not fight fairly." She came at me, swinging the sword at my head again. This time I leaned backward, and the sword missed my face by inches. I went for her hand immediately. If I pry out that sword from her, we would
ALPHA KARIM Morpheus and I were getting tired of fighting Erika's army of the dead. They were pouring out in thousands and would not stop unless Erika was dead. We were outnumbered, but Morpheus and I kept fighting our way toward Laika. We had wounds on us now—stabs and cuts from the army—but
Remembering my mother now, I think she was so afraid of my father. She was a quiet woman who only spoke when spoken to. I was so trained out of emotions that I barely stored any events in my head, and I had forgotten most of my childhood memories. But one thing was clear to me now. My father never l