Trapped With No Future

Chapter 11 Overwhelm you or Overcome it

Churning stars burrowed and hurdled through the yawning azure sky. The enhanced power inside them enraged their grasp. As one. As she lured herself closer with one lost arm around the dust of the floor, she felt the weight of two powers and the lingering effects from before. The stiffness muttered in the atmosphere of Eliathem and the King, lagging their pace as they were quivering and trembling in blunts of shock and befuddlement. Effealia and Lillian were one person filled with power controlling the entire body of the universe. They are holding the Earth, breathing the fleshes of everyone, slowing them down without knowing how to undo it.

Eliathem using the power inside of her branched forward towards Effealia and Lillian with the eagerness glitching inside them. The King touched Eliathem's fingertips, pushing her to them causing everything to stand motionless. "Huff, huh, uhh ahhhhhh", the screaming vibration of Effealia and Lillian together!

"Calm down, everything is fine. You just need to learn to control your powers", Eliathem said.

"But we have merged. I do not know what to do. It is too strong", cried the both of them.

"You will get the hang of it, but, I cannot keep calling you Effealia and Lillian", Eliathem said grinning.

"Oh right, since we are now one, I now know our name", she said.

"You already know, what is it", Eliathem asked excitedly?

"I feel like we have always known and it is...Annidelle, because it is the source of our powers", Annidelle said.

"It is amazing, Annidelle. Now the King and I need to find the true answer to our powers to find the way to save our future", said Eliathem with a dull expression.

"Indeed, we must in order to save everyone", the King said.

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The deepens of the mountains saturated with twigs and feathers scowled at them as they strangled themselves through the forest. Journeying back home. Choking whispers fumed through the inner darkness that surrounded them. Eliathem drowned in the blood of the arousing morning, as the lingering glimpses of her grandfather soaked throughout her brain. The King allowed his sickening past to play out in his sinking head. Annidelle felt bleakness flooding her mind even though it was filled with two lives. A croak of blistering lightning held ashes entrapped in the blazing atmosphere. A disintegrating dagger of light stabbed through the barrier entangled through the storm. Hiding a mystical glooming whisperer, the holder of deepened secrets. They were unseen but bathed their glistening burdens in the opaque sea of kindling mist and smoke. Enraged through the crackling light, Eliathem, the King, and Annidelle were ensued by the haunted truths raining from the simmering mist flooding inside the aches of their shallow minds. Deadly screeches of whispers stumbled around them, crawling into their ears and burrowing into their brains. All was a trickling burst that pulled everyone except the King down into a grinding sleep.

The awakening dreams swelled the nights of their pursuing pain. Until the bursting truth unfolded. An immersing vision swirled around Eliathem's throat. Spilling smoke and blazing dust draped over the scene. Surrounding the cornea of her hazel eyes, Eliathem could see the spitting image of her grandfather. Her jaw dropped. With a deep expression of dispiritedness for him, she had no idea what to think. A consuming swarm of eerie smokiness glazed through Grandpa Fred. Merciless wraiths of mucky blackness drowned him, allowing for the bloody Lifeless to steal his now purposeless soul. Slithering, sickening, and retched: a plague of spewing dark hues overcame Eliathem's Grandfather.

Suffering Eliathem leveled down to the floor with a jerking pain melting her. Drizzling tears rinsed her water-littering eyes. Inside as she felt herself slipping away, another unorthodox vision encased her mind.