New world
1199 Words
“All my life, I’ve been a runt, a virgin with no wings to fly. I’ve always wondered what it’s like, giving myself to someone.” - Enoma Pearl
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I awoke to a stormy night, directly on a giant poster bed. The window was transparent so I could see the moonlight.
The veils, attached to the poster in white blew softly.
Before he came. A figure towering over me.
“Enomaa…” he purred. “You came to me.” His tone was seductively soothing, his eyes holding a devious but childlike glance.
“W-Who are you?” I stammered, asking instantly.
“For centuries, I asked myself that same question but realized I have so many names. Most call me Daxon, others King, some call me nightmare, so it depends on what you see me as.”
“Why am I here?”
“To answer the question, that you’ve been meaning to ask yourself but got no chance to,” he said, his tone quiet.
“A question I’ve been meaning to ask myself.” I gulped, “What question?”
“To inquire if you are ready,” he answered. “Are you?” he added, gripping my hands. Slowly he settled down on me. I panted as his nose brushed mine.
His lips made mine tremble, with him being only a breath away from me.
“Ready for what?” I asked him only for him to bury his nose in the crook of my neck inhaling deeply.
“That’s for you to answer,” he whispered, circling his large hands around my wrist, I narrowed my eyes at the vibrations I felt.
Electricity soothed my longing flesh. He wanted me to give myself to him.
With these thoughts, I breathed in quick paces, noticing I was becoming off-board. I tried to control myself but it was no use.
“Can I go back?” I asked knowing what he meant.
“I can’t. You are supposed to be with me,” he answered.
“Why? Where are we in?” I asked him, hoping I would get a response.
“The Kingdom of the Awakened,” he said grinning in a way that dark veins emanated on his head. Looking a bit troubled, he twirled his index and third finger, and suddenly I elevated. My raven hair swept in an outpouring loosening from its plait.
A white energy force, fielded around me.
“S-Stop, please.”
“I’d do that, but I have to go so you meet me the right way,” he said standing tall, his dark garments enveloping his legs in the sky.
“What-“ he cut me instantly.
“Welcome to the Games.” Just as he said this he pushed the force field into what seemed like a bottomless pit.
“No-“ I gasped. “Nooo!!”
I screamed. My eyes flipped open only to see white mists in the air. Could hear the sounds of moving waters, like something was cutting its way through.
My eyes hurt for some reason, and a bit of migraine hit my forehead. I stood up only to realize I was inside a boat, and someone was paddling it.
The man seemed huge, much too huge for a werewolf. Large, with clean shaven hair except for the little bit that was plaited down.
“Already awake, are you?” he said looking at me through the sides of his eyes. “Good thing, wanted a hand here. Your friend is inside that bag, care to bring her out?”
Narrowing my eyes, I noticed there was a brown sack, just beside me. I wondered what lay there… My hands went down into the sack steadily, only to see that some parts were poked.
Certainly for air. I suspected, opening the sack only to see a young girl, staring at me. She had blue eyes, doll like.
“Save me,” she whispered, as dirt covered her skin which was pale white with freckles just underneath.
“Okay, here you go,” I said.
I lifted her in my arms so she came out of the sack completely.
“Thanks,” she said, innocently staring at me. I realized she was the child who tried to save me earlier. He called her my friend.
And, she was here because she tried to help me. I caused this, I brought this upon her.
My hands fisted that minute as I stared at the creature who paddled the boat.
“How could you take her? She’s just a child!”
“No one sees the Reaper and lives to tell of it. I did her a favor,” he said. “I’m quite patient, you know because she’s good at wearing people out. She has attempted escape more than five times. Do not be fooled by her looks, she bites.”
I stared at her scrawny body, as she drew close to me.
“You were out for five days. I wanted to get some herbs to save you, but he kept saying you will be fine,” she explained.
“And I told you she’d be okay, lass. This happens to people who are summoned into the lands of the Awakened. Even before they arrive, the magic draws them in.”
“Why am I being drawn in? Does the land like me that much?” I said, with humor trying to settle in the fact that I was out for five days.
“Most tributes find out the Master they are paired to when they are out. It’s tradition,” he said, as he paddled the boat. “That is what the Figma was for, the black dust.”
“So whoever I saw is my Master?”
“Yes, child.”
Daxon. He was real. I held my head, eyes searching, only to see the girl holding a brown bowl.
She was using it to take the boat’s water out. I stared as she tossed the seawater so we didn’t sink.
For her age, she was smart.
The fact that she tried to escape five times told me a lot. She was small, but acted fierce. In a way, she reminded me of my late cat.
“What’s your name?” I asked her with a pat on the back only for her to shiver in fright.
“M-Marina.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,” I said, smiling so she felt comfortable.
“Okay… thanks,” she said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t get to you early. I tried to warn you about the elders but they acted fast.”
“It’s fine,” I said, she was really something and I was about to find out what. “How did you know of these?”
“I stalk most of the high ranks in Crestwood, I’m quite small and unnoticeable, no one notices me.”
I chuckled immediately. “Oh my goodness, why? You’re quite something.”
“I’m flattered you think so, milady,” Marina said smiling in return.
“Prepare and strap yourselves.” The Reaper said suddenly. “We’re about to land.”
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