The ancestors said that the dread fated one will be the final soulmate of the almighty who created the fire element. The dread fated was believed to be distinguished by a scar on the upper calves of the right leg....
"If the soulmate is the almighty...
"Some days, I still search for you, my soul windswept and wandering through the bones of our past,"
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"Thou shall bow to our infinity beacon, for thous hast pained the infinite, our doom shall now depart us from the living and fall us all down in the depths of misery."
The elder one's words held power, power beyond fear, and it held a demanding hue to it. The creatures' diminishing souls shuddered with every syllable, a shaky breath leaving their bodies. With tremulous feelings, the swarm of disserted creatures looked down towards the dry ground and went down on their knees, emulating the elderone.
The elder one looked towards the beauty on the ground, unknown of the events occurring around her, his eyes held contrite emotions, his eyes depicting respect as he pledged his loyalty to the Divine.
POV:
Beatrix fluttered her eyelids for the sunlight seeping through her dense eyelashes, disturbed her long awaited slumber, with a slight morning groan, she forced her emerald orbs open.
When her asleep brain processed the events of the previous night, she grew scared.
Scared for, she remembered her bones breaking apart, for she remembered her dark wounds, with blood oozing out.
Her eyes welled up as she lay awake in the soft khaki bed, reminiscing the moments she lived before she entered the cursed jungle.
It scared her. everything scared her, for even her own existence didn't spare her. That was until she realized the foreign environment she was in.
She looked around in a frenzy, for she realized that it wasn't the softness of her bed that she swept away in. It was an unknown lodging.
She ran around, trying to find any exit, that was when she came to an abrupt stop. She didn'tfeel any pain. Her body wasn't throbbing the way it was supposed to. Nothing pained her, physically.
Emotions hit her like a wave, tears fell from her moistened eyes, and she soon broke down. The events from the previous night traumatized her.
She was terrified of the unknown, for she didn't even get a glimpse of the supernatural frequencies, which churned her bones into pieces.
It wasn't a nightmare. it couldn't be a dream. It was far more vivid to be one. So, fragile Beatrix let her guard down and sobbed, not for she was sole frightened but for she had been strong for long.
She was mentally drained. She sat against the mahogany hued wall as she weeped with the rhythmic pelting rain. It seemed like everything around turned gloomy, depicting her feelings.
She wasn't being obsequious, her seraphic voice husked up as she cried her heart out. that was all she was left to do in an unknown lodging without any passageway to exit. It all felt like an imprecation. She saw it coming, yet she ignored it.
she felt forlorn, and the once peaceful solitude now seemed frightening.
Getting herself together, she harshly wiped her tears away and looked around the capacious room.
She was zealot to get out for she believed herself to be reprehensible to answers, answers which may reveal things she would rather not, but a lie can only disguise itself as the truth for long.
Although her petite body was free from any wounds, her face appeared vapid, her once sparkling emerald orbs now lacked liveliness and seemed dull. How could't it? she had gone through a lot. Her throbbing heart could only take in much before it cracked her rib cage.
Author's POV:
Beatrix flinched upon the creaking of a door. The room carried no door, no medium to enter or exit. Where did the sound come from? Her heartbeat quickened, and her breath became uneven.She prayed to her dear Lord for a ticket to escape the maze.
A few minutes passed with Beatrix hearing the violent creak of the door and her crouching down to hide herself from whatever came through the door. She had buried her face in her hands as she covered her mouth.
But to her surprise, there was not any sound of footsteps. She felt as if her mind played tricks on her.
She decided to lay in the position, for she was petrified to shift her eyes towards the source of the foreseen sound.
She jerked violently upon a warm breath, suddenly tickling her on her back. Something stood behind her. She prayed for it not to be the invisible forces she interacted with before. Her body shivered, and she shuddered.
Beatrix felt the air temperature on her neck increasing absurdly, her breath quickened with every second. She knew it was coming near every moment, and she closed her eyes shut before withstanding yet another mayhem in the land of her doom.
"Beatrix darling, get off from the cold floor,"
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