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Saryta
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"It's time for mortals to begin the journey to the End."
That was the message broadcasted on every phone, computer, tablet, and TV on the Winter Solstice. Following it, numerous rifts opened, and outpoured beings that no one had seen or heard about since the times of myths.
There were those who were prepared… and those who weren't, taken unawares or just at the wrong place at the wrong time. This is the story of those who are fighting to preserve their world, their lives.
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Serena grit her teeth as she felt something latch onto her braid and groaned as more tiny hands latched onto it. "You will all burn," she growled, flipping one of her knives, grabbing the braid at the base, and slicing upwards. She straightened quickly and whirled just in time to see the shocked expressions on the vicious Pixie faces. Snapping her fingers, the long cord of black hair lit up, spreading to the Pixies and incinerating them.
"It's the end of the world, and you're holding grudges on your hair?" Kye asked, eyebrows raised, and she stuck her tongue out at the dark haired man. Blood covered his clothes, and the last of the Pixies lay twitching at his feet.
"Why yes I am," she retorted, sheathing her knives. "I'll have you know that I spent years getting it to the length that it was, all of which was ruined because of those dam—"
"You could've stopped that if you had pinned it to your head or something," he replied easily, blue eyes meeting her violet ones. "I've seen girls do that; why didn't you?"
Serena grew silent, eyes dark and flashing, and Kye just sighed, flicking his sword. "Shall we get going, then? There will be more coming, and I doubt they'll be as easy to kill as these Pixies."
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Alanna glanced sideways at Liam, meeting his fearful gold and silver eyes, and she tried to will a message into her own icy blues: 'We're going to get out of here.' Of course, the boy was so dense that he probably didn't know the difference. Sighing, she turned away and surveyed the room they were in.
Even in the darkness, the little bit of moonlight that was fed in through the window revealed much to her. The ground was comprised of damp earth — in the corners, grass and moss could be seen growing, reaching towards what little light they could reach. Metal glinted everywhere: off of the chains, the tables, the chairs, the needles, the scalpels… The iron on the cages, though, was dull and lifeless and contained people who were just as dull and lifeless; they were either drained of blood, sleeping, or giving up completely.
Biting her bottom lip, she glanced upward, glaring at the chains holding her arms up, and wished that her hands weren't encased.
Liam, though, was still on the ground; unlike her, he wasn't strung up like a prize. "Hey, Liam," she whispered, "can you do me a favor?"
"It's no use," the boy said in a monotone. "I've been here before, you know." His gold eye glowed briefly. "There's no getting out."
Alanna resisted the urge to kick him and cast a glance at the other cells, wondering just how many of them were human before turning back to Liam. "There is always a chance," she snapped at him. "Now, are you going to help me or not?"
He just looked at her blankly, and she sighed. "I'll take that as a no."
*~*~*~*
"It's time for mortals to begin the journey to the End."
That was the message broadcasted on every phone, computer, tablet, and TV on the Winter Solstice. Following it, numerous rifts opened, and outpoured beings that no one had seen or heard about since the times of myths.
There were those who were prepared… and those who weren't, taken unawares or just at the wrong place at the wrong time. This is the story of those who are fighting to preserve their world, their lives.
*~*~*~*
Serena grit her teeth as she felt something latch onto her braid and groaned as more tiny hands latched onto it. "You will all burn," she growled, flipping one of her knives, grabbing the braid at the base, and slicing upwards. She straightened quickly and whirled just in time to see the shocked expressions on the vicious Pixie faces. Snapping her fingers, the long cord of black hair lit up, spreading to the Pixies and incinerating them.
"It's the end of the world, and you're holding grudges on your hair?" Kye asked, eyebrows raised, and she stuck her tongue out at the dark haired man. Blood covered his clothes, and the last of the Pixies lay twitching at his feet.
"Why yes I am," she retorted, sheathing her knives. "I'll have you know that I spent years getting it to the length that it was, all of which was ruined because of those dam—"
"You could've stopped that if you had pinned it to your head or something," he replied easily, blue eyes meeting her violet ones. "I've seen girls do that; why didn't you?"
Serena grew silent, eyes dark and flashing, and Kye just sighed, flicking his sword. "Shall we get going, then? There will be more coming, and I doubt they'll be as easy to kill as these Pixies."
*~*~*~*
Alanna glanced sideways at Liam, meeting his fearful gold and silver eyes, and she tried to will a message into her own icy blues: 'We're going to get out of here.' Of course, the boy was so dense that he probably didn't know the difference. Sighing, she turned away and surveyed the room they were in.
Even in the darkness, the little bit of moonlight that was fed in through the window revealed much to her. The ground was comprised of damp earth — in the corners, grass and moss could be seen growing, reaching towards what little light they could reach. Metal glinted everywhere: off of the chains, the tables, the chairs, the needles, the scalpels… The iron on the cages, though, was dull and lifeless and contained people who were just as dull and lifeless; they were either drained of blood, sleeping, or giving up completely.
Biting her bottom lip, she glanced upward, glaring at the chains holding her arms up, and wished that her hands weren't encased.
Liam, though, was still on the ground; unlike her, he wasn't strung up like a prize. "Hey, Liam," she whispered, "can you do me a favor?"
"It's no use," the boy said in a monotone. "I've been here before, you know." His gold eye glowed briefly. "There's no getting out."
Alanna resisted the urge to kick him and cast a glance at the other cells, wondering just how many of them were human before turning back to Liam. "There is always a chance," she snapped at him. "Now, are you going to help me or not?"
He just looked at her blankly, and she sighed. "I'll take that as a no."
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