A hurricane hits Vegas for the fourth time this month. Everyone was in panic and nobody even expected this to be happening. The government was doing its best to do some damage control but it was still not enough. People are dying and many victims had lost their homes. The evacuation centers are full of the elderly, children, and pregnant women. All in all, everything was in chaos. “Dear citizens, we have everything under control! There is no such thing as scarce resources. There is nothing to worry about,” the mayor calmly announced the day after the fourth hurricane hit. “What are you talking about? Do not sugarcoat everything. We know that the government can no longer handle the situation. We are all going to die!” That statement made people in the evacuation center fell into a frantic panic. The marshals did their best to calm the people down but it was futile. They were so worked up in their life. The mothers were clutching their children close to their bodies while the men were
Amilia gasped as soon as she opened her eyes. She held the side of the bed tightly as if it was her lifeline. Her heart was beating loudly, she was afraid that it might destroy her ribs. She scanned the whole ceiling to calm her nerves. But the silhouette she saw in her peripheral vision caught her attention. When she looked down, she saw Zephyr standing at the foot of her bed and looking at her. He looked like the second time she saw him. During Stacey’s incident. He was hunched over as if there was a huge weight on his back. His eyes were focused on her and it was pure black, like a Stray’s. Amilia felt the shiver run up to her body out of nowhere. She pushed herself up to sit down and looked at Zephyr carefully. “Zephyr? What are you doing here? Where are the others?” Amilia inquired slowly. Amilia was afraid that he can hear the tremor in her voice. She doesn’t want to give herself away. She was on high alert, especially seeing Zephyr in that state. He might be dangerous. “Zeph
“Editha? What happened to her?” Linda, Lizzie, and Amilia raced towards Editha’s ward following the nurses. They were fetched by one of the nurses when they were alerted of an emergency in Editha’s room. They all rushed inside and found her empty bed. The nurses were quick to check on every room where Editha might be. But she was nowhere to be found. Amilia walked over to her bed and felt it. It was still warm. “She must still be around,” she muttered out loud. “Check on the security,” they all looked when a doctor came in and took charge of the situation. The nurses run outside to do what they’re told. The doctor went inside and face the three women standing there. He introduced himself briefly as he extended his hands toward Amilia. “My name is Doctor Baron; I was in charge of Mrs. Gerald. Who is the family?” “I’m her granddaughter,” Amilia answered politely. “Well, your grandmother wasn’t in some kind of immediate danger. She was also just resting but the alarm goes off when
Lizzie found Amilia lying unconsciously on the floor when she returned to get her. They were already at the scene when they noticed that Amilia was not with them. She kneeled beside her friend and tried to wake her up. Amilia was not responding. “Help! Nurse!” Lizzie shouted for help. One of the nurses walking in the hallway heard her call and was quick to help her. The nurse checked her pulse and when she felt a slow beat there, she called for a male nurse to help them put Amilia on the bed. Lizzie was just standing at the side, worrying for her friend. She didn’t think much of it and thought that Amilia fainted due to shock. She waited until her friend was settled down in the bed and the nurse told her that there is no major problem. She walked up to Amilia’s side and looked down at her. She inspected her friend’s face. She looked different from before. Her face looked weary and there is a dark shadow forming at the bottom of her eyes. Her cheeks were also sunken a little as an in
“Have you thought about it, Amilia? Have you found your answers yet?” Senna asked Amilia for the third time. All the previous questions were answered with a shake of Amilia’s head. And as Senna stared at her, she thought that her question this time might be answered with another shake too. Senna sighed and then Amilia sighed. “I still can’t figure it out. Maybe you just heard it wrong, Senna?” Amilia said to the little girl. “No, I heard you say it. You are to do something but you didn’t say what,” Senna answered. Lizzie was just watching the exchange at the side of the room. John had delivered their drinks and after putting them down on the table, he excused himself and went to where Linda was. The older lady was at the other side of the hospital doing some procedures regarding Editha’s demise. Lizzie looked at her friend, who at the moment had no care or some sort about the death of her grandmother. “Maybe you can remember it after a drink. Here,” Senna reached for the coffee on
“I have been waiting,” the Weaver said as he stared at Amilia. He was sitting on the couch; his back was leaning on the backrest and his arms were resting on the side of the couch. He looked very relaxed and was teasing Amilia but his tattered appearance of him was visible. There was also a Stray at his side looking menacingly at Amilia. Amilia stood there, looking at her living room. It was like that day all over again. They had invaded her home and were acting like they own the place. Amilia steeled herself and confront the Weaver. “What are you doing here?” Amilia mentally patted her back when she managed to ask that question without her voice cracking. She was nervous and scared even but she didn’t want the Weaver to know any of that emotion. She wouldn’t break down in front of him again. She was strong now and she would put a front just so she can put an end to this. “Miss me? I have been waiting for a long time.” the Weaver leaned back further on the backrest. “What, are yo
The Weaver screamed at the top of his lungs when a burning sensation crawled to his body from Amilia’s fingertip. It was so strong that it made his body got paralyzed. He fell to the ground and was writhing in pain. Amilia watched the scene unfold and she can’t help but wince every time the Weaver screamed in agony. She didn’t know what was happening. She only pointed her fingers toward him and did nothing else but see his reaction like that, it looked like she did more than point her finger. But whatever it is that she had done, it hurt the Weaver. That made Amilia question something. How did the Weaver gets hurt? The Weaver was still crying in pain and the more he moves the more the pain travels through his body. he had managed to throw Amilia a piercing gaze and screamed, “Bitch, what did you do!” The same question, Amilia wanted to ask but she just didn’t know to whom. “It’s not me!” Amilia backed to the door and when she heard Lizzie’s voice on the other side, she contemplated
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
“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