All Chapters of Lucian: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

It had been exactly seven months since the incident at the parking lot. Clara still had a hard time believing that all of it had really happened and she was not having a sick, twisted nightmare. And she would have been sure it was just that, a nightmare, if she wasn’t still seeing countdowns above everyone’s heads, including Evander’s. She would have thought it was a sick joke her mind was playing on her if she wasn’t still having that dream. Every night since she had been discharged from the hospital, she would see a figure, a shadow, calling to her. She never got a face to match the body she saw but she had a feeling she knew this person from somewhere, somehow, which was in itself absurd. Some days it had seemed like the lady was yearning for her, others it had seemed like she was trying to whisper something to her. She could feel the last threads of her sanity slipping away but she held on, she held on for as best she could. If she was going to eventually run mad, she was not go

Clara woke up screaming, her sheets drenched with sweat, tears pooling from her eyes. What was that? Why was her look-alike there lying lifeless? It made no sense. Her dreams always had nebulous connotations, vague, she might even say uncertain but there was a force to this particular dream, clear as day. As much as she would have loved to forget, it was etched, engraved in her mind, an horrific sight that was simply unforgettable. She kept reminding herself that it was nothing but a dream amidst bated breaths. She chanted even as she scanned the bedroom and her shoulders sagged slightly seeing the familiar plastic table opposite her maroon covered bed and the inflated chairs. She glanced at the quartz clock that stood high in the white coated wall opposite the bed. It was just a few minutes past two am. The moon had yet to bid its farewell, sending silvery simmers down the window pane. There was almost three hours before her flight. She needed more sleep if she wanted to function e

Evander was back in Dragor, a town easily overlooked by the populace but not by inhabitants of Yorkshire like himself, especially not the shifters. Dragor had the quickest and safest doorway to Yorkshire. He took a path he knew all too well, leaving the sailors behind him, but still, the smell of fish and the words of the sailors stayed with him. He passed through an almost empty street lined by houses of various colors with one exception. A wooden cabin which looked as new as the day it was built, never ageing a day or losing a door or window, stood not too far off. He took the final steps to the door, ignoring the stares he could feel on his back. ‘The cabin’ from what he had heard through whispers from time to time, had contributed to folklore told by the people of Dragor. Apparently, a witch lived there and if you ever went in, you never came back out. Evander could understand why they would think so, seeing as the very cabin was a portal to Yorkshire and whoever came here never r

The walk down the straight path leading to Ametis, land of the time shifters, was a long one. It, however, gave Evander just the right amount of time to think of his next move. There was no way Agrippa would help him now. He remembered a witch Agrippa had been close to growing up. He couldn’t quite place a pin on her name but he knew the direction to her house like the back of his palm. He had dragged Agrippa from the very hut countless times when she would go to learn about potions and dusts despite being a traveler witch. He could almost laugh at the memory of a chubby kid pulling at his forearm to run back into the brightly painted hut. He could think of no one else he could call family that stuck by him through the trial and even after. He would apologize to Agrippa but he needed to do see Thomas first. He had to make sure the past century of his life had not been wasted serving a megalomaniac.He arrived at a second entrance that day. The entrance to his hometown, a land filled

“Ev? What are you doing here? I thought you’d be gone for a month?” Clara asked, her confusion plain as day. The blue vest Evander had on usually hugged his upper body so well, the craters created where two muscles met were usually visible through the thin fabric, but the day, he could barely fill in the shirt.“I couldn’t be away from you too long. It just didn’t sit well with me missing this.” He reassured, grinning for her benefit. He had missed Clara but if he was being honest, with the unsettled issue with Thomas, this was the best he could do.Clara, on the other hand, was elated and relieved, she couldn’t however shake the feeling that something was off with Evander.“Are you okay?” She blurted watching as his grin turned into a frown.“I don’t get you, what do you mean am I okay? I know I’ve been a bit distant and all but not bad enough for you to question my sanity Clara. I mean I’m here, ain’t I?!” Evander shot back, the frustration of the past months’ events finally taking