Hell's Rising // GonKillu Book 1

Chapter I/Prologue (ish)

(Under editing.)

I sit and stare out the window, rain droplets drizzles down from the dark grey clouds, splattering down on the window making a litter patter sound as lightning zips down from above making a loud crashing sound accompanying the sound of the rain as it strikes.  I stare down at the lush forest that extends for miles and miles, the trees violently waving around in the wind as it cries out.

"Killua hun, it's time for bed!"  I hear mother yell, I sigh and take one lady glimpse at the rain before going to bed.

"Okay!"  I yell back so she can hear me, going into my room, throwing myself onto my bed.  Listening to the thunder boom outside as I wrap myself up tightly in my blanket.

I stand in the middle of a busy cobble stone path with my Mother besides me, people stroll side by side happily chatting to one another, cracking jokes and laughing amongst themselves as children ran around giggling with one another playing games without a care in the world.  Houses were lined up in rows on one side of the sidewalk, paths connecting them to the system of the buzzing metropolis.  The sky was breathtaking, with a mixture of dazzling colors as the sun was just beginning to sink behind the horizon, I stared at my surroundings confused and skeptical, as to how this area looks oddly familiar, yet I just couldn't put my finger on it. 

"Mommy can I go play with my friends?"

"Please Mommy?"

"Sorry sweetie.  But it's getting to be a bit dark, remember it's dangerous out here at night."

"Okay, fine."

I swivel my head in the direction of where the innocent young and pleading voice came from, and then it all clicked.  That's why this place seemed so familiar, this was the day, when it all started...  There I was, standing there, my small, pale, and delicate hand entwined with my mother's large and strong ones.  Looking up at her, my purple and blue eyes showing love and affection as she gently leads me through the streets towards home, gracefully weaving through the crowds of people, keeping me close to her in a warm and loving embrace.  The wind ruffles the hair of all three of us as I watch as younger me and mom walked off into the distance hand in hand, happy to be with each other, when our lives were still filled with hope.  Reluctantly, I caught up to them and followed them close behind it felt like I was really there again, I was really home again. 

We arrive home, I stand outside hesitantly as memories flood me.  I stop to look at my old childhood home.  The outside walls were made of smooth diorite like stone, protecting it like a hard outer shell, the front door was a dark spruce with a thick pane of glass designed with swirls and spirals engraved in it.  The chimney on the top of the house puffs out a dark grey smoke. 

My mom opens the door and my younger self waltzes into the house and into the living room as mom shuts and locks the door behind us. 
The interior walls were painted with a crimson red base, which were separated in the middle with two wood trims carved with traditional markings.  The color in between was an amber with markings of navy blue cutting through it. 

A large chandelier hangs from the ceiling projecting a bright yellow glow, lighting up the living room.  Younger me runs towards my bedroom and turns on the desk lamp.  The desk lamp illuminated my my room, books on science, paleontology, geography, geology, biology, chemistry, mathematics, history, cosmology, anatomy, physics, physical science, microbiology, genetics, languages and even forensics were stack on top of one another in a neat pile on the right side of my desk. 

On the left were figures carved out of wood, every alcove and detail sculpted to perfection with dexterity and delicacy, all the sculptures lined up in tidy rows.  My desk chair was pushed in and sheets of paper lay on my desk top, some of the scattered pieces of paper were notes, drawings, diagrams and blueprints for projects except for one which was exactly in the middle of my desk in front of my chair, neatly layer out with tons of words written on it next to an ink reservoir and a calligraphy pen.