Black Feather Falls (COMPLETE)

Ashes to Ashes 🥀(41)

Seven days later.
October 1777
Quazir Attol (in the past)

Twas a colder than usual night for Hexatrauz. Spine-tingling silence danced through the city as I made my way into the grand library, coupled with dreadful frigid winds and the ominously crescent moon that poured a powerful censorious glare upon me.

All the time I'd been here in Quazir, I've felt something sinister nagging inexorably at my soul. It's as though my body knew something bad had happened or would happen. I've had this feeling ever since my discussion with Lilith. Then again, Hexatrauz itself doesn't encourage the most positive of thoughts and feelings; so, I guess I shouldn't worry too much, huh?

After Lilith left Dana's body, we felt even more lost than before; unsure of what to actually do and what direction to move in. For the most part, I've been alone. Zahra and Israel left for present-day Earth along with Chad and Jana. The Earth Council, of which the lovers are apart, called an emergency meeting and despite their attempts to not be in attendance, it was of far too great importance to permit their absence. So, it's just been me ..... and yes, I know I'm missing someone.

Things with Zac and me have been ...... weird. I think he likes me and I do too. I know that all the years we spent together on earth were difficult whenever we weren't together in an enclosed space. Unlike Olympus, Earth was extremely strict with taboo relations between those of the same sex. Olympus was a free for all and the concept of "sexuality" was ... is nonexistent.

Why am I saying all of this? I don't know. I think maybe because my first life was on earth, I subconsciously acquired the mindset of how it was when I was allegedly born: oppressive, cold, cruel, hateful and unaccepting.

I lost it in Olympus because I never truly had anyone I was attached to; whether feminine or masculine though they may have been. I had, and, in many ways still have a .... less than pleasant outlook on the concept of love.

And if you recall my internal monologue before all this .... stuff began, you know how strongly I felt and somewhat still do. But he is a hindrance to me living that particular truth that love is a lie and it doesn't exist.

He makes it difficult because he looks like that. Talks like that. Cares for me like that. Hugs me like that. Holds me like that.

Anyway, I don't want to think about that right now. Zachary is still here in the past with Dana, who's been unconscious ever since Lilith's possession a week ago. We remained to see if we could uncover who the exact seven persons are whose blood is the catalyst to open the gates of the tower.

For the past week, we've been alternating shifts in The Grand HexMobrea Library; one of the oldest and largest libraries on the face of the planet. He takes the morning shift, and I take the night shift.

Zachary is angry at me because I won't speak with him and this time around, he knows he did nothing wrong; I'm just being a bitch —- at least that's what I'd think if I were in his shoes.

Even though we don't speak much, we have a journal together and detail whatever we find of pertinence to our cause in it. Initially, we hadn't found any historical recollections of anyone bleeding black blood, outside of some demons who naturally did so- none of whom had connections to the first generation. But that changed in the previous days.

It's almost 11 pm, and it looks no more different than 11 am; persistent night and short periods of daylight. I grabbed my things from the desk, checked out of the library with my card and left for home. I could've easily teleported home, but for whatever reason, I desired to walk. Walking always helped me clear my head whenever things became too much. And today was one of those days where everything was too much.