Catherine wakes suddenly, every thought in sharp definition. Her eyes draw in every glimmer of tiny light from the luminous lamp and she realized she would have slept too long. When she recognized, she wasn't in Sean's guess room. She searched for her surroundings. Catherine lay there, keeping her eyes closed, matching her breaths to the beeping of the machines that hemmed in the bed, the mere reminders of her pulse, her existence. Her limbs were dull.
"Sean?. Oh my god, why are we back? No no!" Though Catherine's eyes were clear she couldn't determine why; her heart was pounding, her mind was empty. It's as if a hypodermic of adrenaline has been drained into her carotid. Her dream ended as it disturbed her back into reality. Her eyes opened, her eyelashes batting against her lids when she squinted. "Sean?" She whisper
The next few hours would either pass as a blip during her grief, or they would be the final trauma that broke Catherine. Sean held her hands while he was retailing everything to Nathan.“What? Dave was dead?” Nathan shouted.“Yes,” Sean answered.“I'm sorry, Catherine,” Nathan replied. The heaviness was in his limbs as much as his mind. Things he used to find funny now only caused a deepening of the pain. Nathan
"What...? Your father?" Catherine asked."Yes!" he answered back with a rage-filled voice, he was seething with hatred. Sean was angry with his father, he knew, but the latter doesn't care about it. Sometimes he'd envision doing some unpleasant things to him. Yet, he didn't, after all, he was still his father yet, his body tightens up, and he has to purposely keep his jaw open to avoid clenching and grating his teeth."How?" Catherine trailed off. "-You're Walton." She can feel the revulsion in his tone and Catherine wondered what made him feel that way towards his father. Dr. Miller was her only friend when she was a teenager, the only one who gave her enough trust and confidence. Yet, Sean's hatred towards him overwhelmed her even further.His contempt was such an abomination, destruction of what should be appropriate. Catherine had never experienced strong hatred before, except where love was betrayed or damaged in some manner.
“How about we leave now?" Sean trailed off. Oblivious to the fact that Catherine was struggling to make him feel better. “We can try again, maybe we won't end up in Cold Mountain?”Catherine knew he was working on distracting her by suggesting to travel back to the Land of Nod. If he needs time to open up his heart further, then she will give him enough chances to contemplate his feelings. She realized it had hurt him so and she doesn't want him to feel even more obliged to confiding her everything.“That's a good idea, should we sleep here or in the Nodders device?”“No, let's try here, Nasir is the nodders device fix yet?” Asked Sean.“Not yet Mr. Walton, maybe a couple of an hour or more, for now, we should seek the conventional way.” Nasir trailed off, glancing at Catherine, “are you sure about this?”.“Yes, Mr. Nasir.”“Okay then, let's start. You two on hurry up.”“So let me get th
There was a stake being jabbed into Catherine's lower back, the assaults radiating pain in a way that shatters her brain — or at least that's what it feels like. She lay so still, breathing shallow. Her entire body was throbbing, and it was unbearable wherever anything touched her skin, and her vision was low contrast and “gray.” Difficult to concentrate on everything. Catherine attempted to pull herself up off from the frigid floor, but her body didn't want to hold her weight. They strumbled and dropped around as she had never used them before.“Sean, dammit.! Everything hurts.” She trailed off, glancing towards Sean. "Hey. Are you okay? Sean? Are you awake?” Catherine lightly nudged him awake.“I'm in pain, oh shit I'm in so much pain,” Sean murmured. He gave her a shushed gesture warning and stepped up slowly. They heard the wind in sync with the dropping water on the wall.“What the fuck happened? Dammit… Where are we?” He
Smashing into a shrub with enough force that black dots danced in front of Catherine's vision, her collarbone and shoulder bringing shooting pain through her body, as she could hear her shoulder making a sickening crack on impact. Her head and shoulder jerking at a weird angle into the shrub roots. Her eyesight began blurring, grains and sands were more extensive, the wind has a sandy type than dirt, when, besides fine particles obscuring her visibility, a considerable amount of larger sand particles were driven closer to the surface enveloping them.It blew the dust storm finer particles from a long distance, the sand storm affects the entire desert land. The air forced downward was pushed forward by the front of a thunderstorm, dragging sand and debris with it, as it travels across the terrain."Everyone, do not panic," shouts Queenie.She knew it was very dangerous to navigate through a sandstorm since their ability to see ahead can be obs
The waft of the ferocious wind tore through the Dark lord's mind. Dangerous moss and scarlet eyes blazed with contempt and thick eyelashes glared from the pale darkness. Heavy eyelashes gleaned cloak from their scarce surroundings. His masked skin wreathed in shadow colors. His chiseled face. Hawk-like nose and fine long raven hair swirling around from behind. However, his rigid body was threatened with frost. And his elegant hands tremble. He seemed unmoved, yet his eyes tell tales of hundreds of decades gone by. His hatred lurking as the shadowy trees that silence the breeze in the Land of the Moon.The Land of the Moon was not a very welcoming place, with Anxiety, Grief, Hunger, Fear, Agony, and Death awaiting whoever dare to venture inside the frigid land. The entrance was also guarded by the Sandjinns. Their duty was to keep the captives from leaving the Land of the Moon.However, to get inside, the spirits would first need to be hauled across the a
"Why? Why do you hate the Mark so much?" She asked, her forehead furrowed. The sun blooms on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever outwards into the rich blue. It was the brilliant flower of the sky that warms this frigid land. It was the invitation to a new day, that sunrise so typical yet Catherine's eyes embrace the sunrise, that iris of fire so pretty in it was a mascara of pristine light."Oh, such a sweetheart, do you think I hate him just because my father chooses him to be the Mark? You are mistaken, dear." He retorted, his mouth set in a hard line, and he gritted his teeth."Yes." She went poker-faced."No, little one. He took everything from me." His eyes burned with resentment. He strode after hearing her brief answer. His eyes slowly opened and looked at her, Catherine light-brown pupils were turning to green, and she can't help but felt a slight shiver run through her skin as she watches his eyes turned to bright gleam red. H
"Queenie, what do you suggest that we do next?""Well, do you have the three prophecy coins?""Yes""Then they will tell you what to do.""I don't understand... Catherine trailed off... taking out the coins in her pocket. "There was nothing in here, I mean..." observing it."Catherine you need to look at it with your mind, not with your eyes.""How would I do that?""I don't know you're the Mark, so I guess it will come to you, I'm not even allowed to touch it. But let your focus bring that prophecy to your mind, to yourself, to your loved ones, to the Land of Nod. For the luck of one is the luck of all. The journey of one is the journey of all. And within that, free your mind, free yourself and follow your Mark-given path."Silence followed."When you concentrate on that objective and plan when you learn to seek yourself for real." Queenie trailed off. Her pupil dilated."What is your intention, what is your quest? A