Embark on a thrilling journey with Dria as she grapples with newfound magical abilities, family secrets, and a destiny she never asked for. In "Her Kind," the line between myth and reality blurs as Dria navigates a world filled with danger, teenage...
The wind tore through the forest, its rough and tumultuous whispers leaving Dria on edge. She stood amidst nature's cacophony, a witness to a symphony of disquiet. Her gaze flitted anxiously between the disturbed ground and the earth-covered form of Elliam. Uncertainty gripped her, a tumult of questions swirling in her mind.
The forest floor beneath her felt rough and damp, mirroring the turmoil within. She listened intently to the eerie sounds of the woods, her senses on high alert. As Elliam lay buried beneath the soil, the weight of the unknown pressed on her. Questions, like restless spirits, haunted her thoughts. Could the child breathe beneath the earth, encased in the cocoon of dirt? Was this disquieting process a necessary part of his awakening?
In a moment suspended in time, the wind's howling abruptly ceased, leaving an unsettling calm. Dria's head snapped left and right in unease, her arms rubbing a subconscious comfort into her skin. Closer to the patch of disturbed earth, she grappled with the silence.
Suddenly, the tranquillity shattered as the ground beneath her quivered, a subtle yet undeniable tremor. Her eyes fixated on the mound where Elliam lay, the earth shifting, stones tumbling away. With each quake, the dirt cascaded, unveiling Elliam's small form, emerging from the subterranean cocoon.
Elliam's eyes gleamed with an unnatural green hue, locking onto Dria's with an unsettling lack of emotion. A shiver traced down her spine, an involuntary response to the eerie luminescence that seemed to disconnect him from his usual self. The vibrant, innocent gaze she once knew now held an otherworldly quality, casting an unsettling shadow over the familiar contours of her little brother's face.
As the tremors subsided, Elliam's gaze remained fixed on Dria, an unspoken intensity lingering. The air seemed to hum with unidentifiable energy, and an invisible barrier separated them, not merely physical but a metaphysical veil that shielded his newfound existence. Dria hesitated, grappling with the profound changes she sensed in Elliam, wondering if the connection between them had been altered in ways beyond her comprehension.
A tentative silence settled between them, the forest holding its breath as if witnessing an ancient rite of passage. Elliam, now fully emerged from the earth, remained an enigma, and the green glow in his eyes hinted at an awakening power that transcended the ordinary. Dria's uncertainty mingled with a burgeoning sense of responsibility, recognizing that the brother she once knew might be forever transformed by forces neither of them fully understood.
"Elliam," the name barely escaped her lips. Her eyes remained locked on his, fearing that any diversion of attention might trigger an attack.
The wind persisted in its furious howling, and the trees quivered in resonance with nature's anger. Elliam's eyes intensified in their glow, seemingly fueled by the tumultuous environment.
"Elliam," Dria whispered, her voice carried away by the wind as she cautiously approached her brother. Her eyes widened, her dry lips instinctively licked in nervousness, and she extended trembling hands towards his shoulders. As she pulled him gently towards her, his eyes remained void of emotion, his brown hair dancing with the whims of the wind. "Elliam, wake up, please," she pleaded, brushing her fingers against his cheek.
For a moment, his eyes flickered, the vibrant green momentarily dimming before resuming its glow. Suddenly, a force gripped around her ankle, flinging her against the trees. She collided with the ground, pain echoing through her body as she groaned, disoriented and shocked. Struggling to rise, she searched for Elliam, but the spot where he stood seconds ago was now just disturbed ground. Frantically scanning her surroundings, her ears ringing, panic gripped her heart.
The sound of roots encircled her ankles before she was lifted and thrown against the trees again. Coughs racked her body, vision blurry, senses overwhelmed. The wind roared, trees harmonizing with its fury.
Fear consumed Dria; she was unprepared for her brother's newfound powers. She dared not move, fearing it might provoke more violence. "Liam," she whispered.
This time, thick roots approached with startling speed, ensnaring each limb. Struggling against her constraints, she noticed movement among the trees—green orbs watching her. Tears stained her face as she whispered his name repeatedly, begging him to wake up.
"Liam, wake up!" she screamed, but the roots tightened, and her cries echoed. The roots circled her neck, and the sensation of suffocation intensified. Gasping for air, her vision blurred, and she continued to call out to him. As the roots constricted, her world faded into darkness, her last sensation the fading thump of her heart and a distant, haunting call.
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Short chapter I know but I honestly I didn't want to over do it at the end and besides the ending created new openings.
