Era of Ezri

Not so impossible

Rio

Plumes of liquorice billowed from the remnants of my mother's lab and drifted upwards, creating a soupy mess in the sky that once shone blue but now cried grey.

It'd been weeks since Blaze murdered my sister and we'd also lost Ezri and both my heart and spirit were broken, it felt like all was lost now that my family had been reduced to two.

I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, only stare at the pile of rubble and metal that never seemed to stop burning. A putrid scent of chemicals filled the air, staining my lungs with toxins but, I had nothing to lose and nothing left to gain.

Jordan hadn't spoken much, he was distraught, devastated and ashamed, but, you can't stop what you can't see.

We didn't think it possible for Blaze to get onto the estate, he hadn't been able to access it since my Uncle made Vernil sign the contract.

We thought what Blaze had accomplished was impossible, how he'd sent someone to infiltrate our home was a mystery.

Now Jordan stayed holed up in his bedroom with the door locked so even I couldn't enter. When my mother died, he wasn't anything like this, he'd been supportive and overprotective; never letting me out of his sight.

But, with Cynthia dead, he'd become hollow. I'd kill for him to hold me in his arms and tell me everything would be okay, but it seemed that would have to be my role this time.

I climbed to my feet from the withered black grass just metres from the sight of the fire. There were only the two of us left, if we didn't have each other, we had nothing.

I was going to miss my sister, she was my other half and we'd shared a womb once but, I needed to remember her in a positive light.

And, I couldn't forget about Ezri. She'd shaken up this family with her joy and optimism and she'd become a sister to me, we'd grown closer than me and Cynthia had ever been.

Maybe it was this cursed estate that had caused our family's downfall, Cynthia was the eleventh Truman to die on this land and if I were to include Ezri (who was every bit as much a Truman) that made twelve.

If this wasn't a sign to get out of Gloria Bridge, I didn't know what was.

I needed to find Jordan and tell him of my revelation; nothing was left for us here but, there was hope for us out in the world. We could rebuild and create something that belonged solely to us, a fresh start.

Before I could start my walk back to the main building, a gleam of purple caught my eye, like the finest jewel amongst a chest of gold coins, a purple orb mostly covered in ash.

I hadn't seen anything like it before and it almost looked like it was from a whole different universe.

I approached it with clumsy steps, aware I was now walking on sharp debris and fragments of metal but the worst had come and gone, what were a few bits of glass in my foot.

Before I could crouch to pick up the orb, I was hit with a memory, not mine but someone else's.

It's barely daylight and my mother's lab is still standing but I can see small slivers of smoke floating from the underground doorway that I- no, I mean this man has just climbed out of.

And in his arms is Ezri!? Like Ezri who looked alive and not charred or bloody but with colour in her cheeks and her chest rising and falling.

I didn't want to get excited but could this mean that-that-... Ezri wasn't dead and she'd been kidnapped but by whom, I wasn't sure.

One of Blaze's minions?

The memory lasted only a few seconds but I knew what it meant, there was hope after all and I had to tell Jordan.

I couldn't stop the crescent-shaped grin that almost split my face in two when I heard an animalistic roar sing through the estate.

What now!?

I didn't wait before speeding towards the main building in search of Jordan, but the roars and growls grew louder as I approached.

Author's note

Sorry for the short chapter, had to split it into two parts💜🌸. Will upload part 2 on Tuesday 😊.  

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