Secret Bloodline

The Second Son

Camila's mind is lost in darkness as strange visions flood it.

A throne room, a temple underground with a white three, then someone stabbing into it as blood pours out of it.

"You suffer as I suffered..." Hailee appears out of the white smoke. "You did this to me. You. Did. This!" She points at the arrow shot on her forehead.

The white fades into darkness as another woman appears.

"Every step you take brings you closer to me. To reunification. To rebirth," Her face is calm but then it hardens. Her voice gets firm with an ancient accent as she says, "Do not fight the blood, embrace it."

Camila shoots awake as she breathes heavily while she looks around to see that she is in a small yet decadent bed-chamber.

"Where... Where am I?" Camila speaks to herself. She looks around, feeling woozy. "Phone's gone. Weird creepy place. And my head feels like it's going to explode. Awesome. How am I going to get out of here? Does anyone even know I'm gone?" Camila whispers to herself.

She seems to be alone and the silence is disconcerting.

"Right, Camila. Suck it up. You got yourself in this mess, you're getting yourself out," Camila says. The brunette slides off the bed and walks over to the door. "Locked. Of course. Is there something I can break the door down with?" Camila looks around the room.

Her brown eyes land on a fragment piece of paper on the counter as she feels drawn to it like it's calling her name.

The voice is soft, delicate, familiar... A woman's voice.

"What... What do..." Camila stutters.

Before she can stop herself, Camila grabs it, gasping, as a vision floods her mind...

Thousand of years... In an opulent throne room of the ancient city of Peloponnesus, 8th Century BC.

King Mikael sits upon his throne, surrounded by his most trusted advisors, looking out at the crowded room as people shift on their feet, whispering.

"Enough! Let the trial begin!" King Mikael's voice booms throughout the throne room.

The crowd parts and a woman is brought forth, flanked by guards who force her to stand before the throne as one guard pushes the woman to her knees.

"On your knees at last," King Mikael says.

A guard plants his foot on the back of the tied-up woman, forcing her prostate before the king.

"Priestess Katerina. So kind of you to join us," King Mikael says.

"Please, my King, I have done no wrong," Katerina speaks, her voice filled with an ancient accent.

"We will see about that," King Mikael says.

A court official stands beside the throne, addressing the room full of spectators."We assemble today for the trial of Katerina. The King demanded her to be his. But the priestess refused. When the King tried to persuade her, she attacked him," The court official speaks.

"Clawed my face like a beast," King Mikael says.

"My King, what punishment would you find fitting for these abominable crimes?" The court official questions.

"Death," King Mikael says.

"No! This is not right! This is not just!" Katerina yells.