“Amilia.” Amilia turns to look at the Fallen. He had a serious look on his face. “What?” She asks. The Fallen look around the place. Eyeing everyone as they busied themselves with their task. Senna was drawing something at the side. “I need to talk to you. Privately.” He stressed the last word. Amilia look around too for a moment before she got up from the couch. She went to her bedroom and she wait until the Fallen had entered before closing the door. She faces him, her arms crossed on her chest. “What is it that it’s making you this secretive?” The Fallen look at her. His gaze was straight into his eyes. She was once again being sucked in with those gray orbs. His serious face was still there that only heightened his unearthly features. He was just staring at her, unmoving. It makes Amilia uncomfortable. “Hey, speak up. What’s wrong with you?” Amilia was looking everywhere but him. She was starting to squirm. “I was being called.” At first, she didn’t understand what he was sa
“Amilia.” Amilia turns to look at the Fallen. He had a serious look on his face. “What?” She asks. The Fallen look around the place. Eyeing everyone as they busied themselves with their task. Senna was drawing something at the side. “I need to talk to you. Privately.” He stressed the last word. Amilia look around too for a moment before she got up from the couch. She went to her bedroom and she wait until the Fallen had entered before closing the door. She faces him, her arms crossed on her chest. “What is it that it’s making you this secretive?” The Fallen look at her. His gaze was straight into his eyes. She was once again being sucked in with those gray orbs. His serious face was still there that only heightened his unearthly features. He was just staring at her, unmoving. It makes Amilia uncomfortable. “Hey, speak up. What’s wrong with you?” Amilia was looking everywhere but him. She was starting to squirm. “I was being called.” At first, she didn’t understand what he was sa
“Senna!” Senna woke up with a jolt. Sweat was trickling down her face. She was out of breath too and her heart was pounding so hard it reverberated around the room. Blake was sitting at his daughter’s bed. He was in a panic too. “Amilia.” One word. One name is all she can manage to say. Blake hugged his daughter and try to calm her down. She was still shaking and tears were streaming down her eyes. “Shh. It’s all right, sweet cake.” Blake rubbed Senna’s shoulder. “Dad, we need to go and see Amilia. I want to see Amilia.” Senna said while she tried to suppress her sobs. “But it’s already late. We can visit them tomorrow, okay? Let’s go back to sleep first.” “No!” Senna pushed her father slightly. She can’t go back to sleep. She won’t. No. The possibility that she will see that scene again terrified her. She can’t. “Dad. I can’t go back to sleep. I need to see Amilia. I want to make sure she’s alright.” She pleads with her father. She was tugging at her shirt. Blake looks at hi
“No. It’s this way.” “I told you, it’s this way!” Lizzie and Zephyr had been arguing since an hour ago about the place and the direction they need to go. Without the Fallen, they need to continue looking for some lost souls of the children on their own. They had already noticed the missing presence of the Fallen but they did not ask Amilia. They thought that maybe this had something to do with their private talk and wanted them to have that privacy. So now, she and Zephyr would just constantly be at each other’s throats. Small things, like where should they go first and what would their actions be. Amilia can see their effort and was grateful for it but having to constantly hear their bickering was unnerving. “Guys! Can we at least decide on things together? At this point, we wouldn’t be able to finish something.” Amilia said, stopping Lizzie and Zephyr’s midsentence. “I agree.” Senna seconded. Senna had been with them since that night. They did not tell anything to the girl, it
“I don’t remember much. All I know is when I woke up, I was here already. There was nothing and no one here.” The boy started his story. Senna scooted closer to him as he was starting to talk. Amilia found debris that was protruding from the fallen column not far from where she was standing, and she sat there. She was listening to the boy and was watching Senna intently. Her father left her in her care, and Amilia would be responsible if anything would happen to her. “You don’t even remember your name?” Senna asks. The boy shakes his head as a reply. He hangs his head down, looking ashamed. Senna was restless, she finally crosses the gap between her and the boy. She gathered his hands on her own and squeeze them. Amilia didn’t let a single action go unnoticed. “Don’t worry. We can help you, right Amilia? We can wait for your friend to arrive and help him, right?” Senna’s eyes were hopeful. The boy threw Amilia some hopeful look too. They are in this together. “Yes. I suppose so.
The Shade’s eye looks menacing. But Amilia was not going to back off. She’s going to push this through. The Shade once again advances to her and Amilia readies her stance and her weapon. The Shade aims for her neck but she easily dodges it. But she was not expecting the other claw of the Shade and she got part of her cheeks scratched with its pointed nails. Blood dripped from it but she was not bothered by it. She had a more pressing matter to attend to. “Just go away!” Amilia shout. It was futile. She just needs to release the adrenaline she felt. The Shade was not stopping either. It was determined to get its prey. He opens his mouth and tried to catch Amilia. She swings her metal rod and it slaps the Shade in the face producing a cracking sound that sends chills on Amilia’s spine. That angered the Shade more. It was now in a berserk mode. Blindly, it reaches its boney claw to Amilia, and then when Amilia dodges it will snap its mouth in her direction. It was getting harder for Am
“Come on, Zephyr. Let’s go!” Senna was pulling Zephyr’s hand. They were back in Amilia’s apartment already. Every news channel had been covering the incident in Lake District so people are going around talking about it. Blake has yet to hear that they were at the place either. Senna said that it was best to tell her father everything face-to-face. Plus, it will just affect his work. So now, they were all gathered in Amilia’s apartment. Senna had been bugging Zephyr to play with her and Chris. She was teaching Chris how to play the Uno card when she saw Zephyr looking at them. She had been pestering the latter to join their game. Lizzie was inside the room. She’s been there ever since they got back and had not left the room. Amilia gathered that it might have something to do with Zephyr. Maybe their banter was a serious thing now. Amilia stared at the balcony. There she saw a lone feather falling from above. Amilia squinted her eyes to see it. It’s a huge feather. One would mistake i
What is that? That is all that Amilia could think of. She was now sitting on her bed. Lizzie and the others were in the living room, talking. The angel already left and Zephyr was tasked to tell Lizzie what happened. Amilia’s heart was still beating hard. The image of Lizzie’s face was embedded in her mind. Right now, she had trouble erasing that in her memory. She tries not to think about it but she can’t. Whenever she feels like she was now forgetting the image, it would pop up back, making her relish the memory anew. Amilia grunted in frustration. “Is Lizzie, okay?” She asks herself. Amilia got up from the bed and peek outside, to the living room. She watches Lizzie but she looks like Lizzie. Gone was the trace of the sinister look earlier. “What are you doing?” Amilia jumped when she heard a familiar voice behind her. The Fallen. He’s back. He was standing a few steps behind Amilia. His arms were crossed at his chest as he criticizes Amilia from head to toe. “You’re back.”
“Where should we start?” Lizzie, John, and Linda were on the way to the place where the storm hits. The rain just stopped and reports are coming about the casualties and deaths. News outlets were also covering the reason behind such natural disasters. The government is extending help here and there to the victims and their families. Reports of missing persons were flooding the stations. It’s been days since the rain stopped but the sun couldn’t be since that day when it sets. The sky would lighten when it was morning but it was just full of skies. Lizzie asked the two to come out with her to find Amilia. They waited for how many days. At first, they thought that she just needed time for herself since it looked like she had finished her mission with success. They waited for her return. Zephyr was getting better but Amilia hasn’t come back. Neither the angel nor the Fallen came back. Lizzie and Zephyr got worried when after a few days nobody came back. They decided to wait for anothe
Harold didn’t get that far. He was already weak when they caught up with him. He was starting to decompose. The skin on his body was falling apart. He was no longer the Harold Amilia remembered him to be. “He must’ve used a lot of his powers with you,” the angel said beside her. “He was already dead and losing his powers means that his body would eventually catch up. There is no way for him to get energy anymore,” he continued to explain. “It will be easy to defeat him no. Let’s go.” The three of them get close to Harold. He now looked like a corpse. Well, that is because he is a corpse, Amilia. Amilia disregard he thoughts and readied the dagger. She clasped the handle tightly and close to her. She can feel Elena’s power dancing on her arms and running towards her palm. She was holding the dagger that was supposed to kill Elena and she was helping her with her powers. What an irony. “Are you ready?” Amilia took a deep breath before answering the Fallen with a nod. The angel was
You need to wake up, Amilia. Please! Scared. Elena was getting scared. It was something she hasn’t felt for so long. She didn’t get scared when she fell into a deep slumber in the unknown. She wasn’t this scared when she met the Steward for the first time. Nor when the Fallen brought the dagger to her. It wasn’t like this, never like this. It was a type where you can feel that you are weak. That you are facing someone or something that was in a whole other world stronger than you. Elena would admit defeat. But she wasn’t alone right now. Amilia needed her. That damn girl! She needs to wake up! I don’t like the look of this one. Elena did her best. She was continuously reaching out to Amilia’s consciousness and calling her. There wasn’t much response at first. Elena assumed that Amilia was now gone but eventually, Elena felt that tap. Amilia was still there. She’s still inside stuck in her mind. Amilia, listen to me. Amilia did. The familiar voice she was hearing vaguely earlier g
Watch out! Amilia was drowned in her little world of self that she failed to notice Harold advancing toward her. Elena tried to warn him but it was too late. Amilia was already deep down and Harold had managed to grasp her arms. He didn’t waste any time and took over Amilia’s body. No! Elena did her best to hold off the Bellua but he was stronger than her. her powers were also diminishing so could only do as much. Luckily, it was enough to keep her and Amilia’s sanity. It will be up to her to fight. “Amilia!” Both the Fallen and the angel rushed off to where Harold run off to, to Amilia. She was standing a few meters away from them. Her eyes were hollow and she was stiff. There was dark smoke coming out of her body. She looked as if she was decaying. “He was sucking the energy she had left in her. At this rate, she will die,” the angel pointed out. The Fallen attacked without much say. He tried to land a punch on Amilia’s side but she was quick to catch his fist. She deflected a
“It will be hard to approach Harold, what is the plan?” Amilia asked the two entities she was with. “It will be hard since Strays and Shade will be around him. You said that the Weaver looked tattered, right?” Amilia nodded at the Fallen. “Maybe we can get through him first. Harold and the Steward don’t have a direct connection. Harold was connected to the Weaver and the Weaver to Steward. We can sever that connection first.” Amilia and the angel nodded at him in agreement. They proceed to go to where Harold was. They did travel not so smoothly since the traffic was jammed. The people were in chaos running here and there and bumping with people. Some are making a scene and fighting with each other. It was an alarming scene but Amilia couldn’t stop to break some of the fights. She needed to get to the source. “We need to move fast!” The angel looked up to see that the tornado was growing more. It was now consuming some trees and cars. The rain also picked up the pace and was now po
“You what?” Amilia heard a resounding laugh in her head as Elena enjoyed herself with what the Fallen had confessed. It was a nice confession, very nice. Amilia looked at the Fallen and wished that he was just joking. That it wasn’t true and the dagger was just actually hidden somewhere. But the look on his face was clear as day, he wasn’t joking. “Why would you do that?” It was Lizzie who presented to ask the Fallen that. The Fallen was silent. He was looking everywhere trying to avoid the questions. Amilia sighed at his reaction. He may be some powerful being but he was a stupid one. Doing stupid things and getting blinded by love. She heard another laugh. Will you please stop? Sorry, I can’t. Yeah, as if you were not the one who made him like that. Silence. That’s what Amilia thought. Their discussion was cut off by another rumble of the ground. It shook slightly. They all looked outside and saw that rain was starting to fall. The sky darkened even more as if it was already
Their love grew and flourish but not for long. Word eventually got out and their little secret love affair became known except for the humans. Elena would stumble upon some entities and would give her a look here and there. It wasn’t much at first but eventually, it started to get into her. It was slowly making her doubt everything she was feeling. The reality was slowly sinking into her mind. she wasn’t doubting the love they were sharing, but the situation they were in. Their love was at the wrong time. That is what was running on Elena’s mind as she stared outside her window. It was almost night time and the full moon was coming. That means, that the night he would come was nearing. She was usually very excited but not this time, not right now. She was dreading the upcoming day. There was a knock on her window that made her startled. Another knock confirmed that it was a rock. Elena stood up from her seat and went to open her window. There was no one outside. She looked left and
“You left this behind.” “How? What?” Amilia stammered. “You were busy with other things so I figured that I’ll just pick this up for you,” the Fallen shamelessly said. “I mean, you were supposed to be somewhere, right? What are you doing here?” Amilia looked around her but there was no other being in sight aside from the both of them. She looked at the Fallen again and to the grimoire in his hands. She walked up to him and tried to get the book but the Fallen was quick to dodge her hand and raised the book. Because he was taller than her, reaching it would be a problem. “Who told you that? And where am I supposed to be?” the Fallen looked down on her. “The angel told me. I don’t know, you were supposed to be fighting the Bellua or something?” Amilia was still trying to reach the book to no avail. She was just small enough for him. “Don’t believe everything he says. Some of them are…” the Fallen didn’t finish what he was supposed to say. “Are what?” Instead of answering her, th
The Weaver didn’t expect anything from Amilia. He was dismissing what happened earlier as a coincidence so, when she attacked him again, he was caught off guard. For some reason, she had gained strength out of the blue. Her grip on his neck was stronger than any normal person’s. Even stronger than the angels. It can level with the Steward. “What…?” He was stunned. Amilia only smirked at him and squeezed his neck. But the Weaver wasn’t letting her do what she wanted so easily. He held her on the waist and lift her. He managed to separate her from him when he threw Amilia on the wall as if she was just a measly rug. Amilia fell into a coughing fit when her back hit the wall. She was on her knees and he back was in sharp pain. The Weaver was also coughing but not as bad as Amilia. But that wouldn’t stop her. Not now, when she was just starting. So, she lunged again. This time she came prepared. She had picked up the bat she owned lying on the ground below the window. She swung it with