"Good Day to Die" by Godsmack
Ianuani 15, 5032
Gallery of Gardens, West of Central City
A curvature figure, Helena Tafari, crept through a cemented labyrinth. One with the shadows, her heart leapt with elation at the possibility of being found. Although the percentage of such a thing to occur was nil, adrenaline threatened to spill outwards into a laugh. But she held firm, the future of her pack rested on this one act.
Gallery of Gardens, a sacred and highly revered museum for all to witness some of the last remaining artifacts from a world before the Apocalyptic War brought forth darkness. One particular artifact sparked an interest in Helena. One in which her Elders were tight-lipped about. Whispers rise about The Consul of Concordance burning away accounts, records, and witnesses of such a vestige piece of history. With Helena's stubborn determination, she uncovered clues and traces to learn of this special treasure.
"This will change EVERYTHING," she exclaimed telepathically to her closest cohorts, Jacques and Lotus.
"And yet, you aren't even close to its location," a dry reply echoed within her mind. Lotus, ever the deadpanned one.
"Helena, you have 45 minutes tops to retrieve the artifact and getting the fuck out of there." Jacques reminded her.
Yes, the security here was a challenge. Studying the work schedules all while scoping the area was a pain in the ass. Helena had to send a nondescript member of her team to gain access to the server, steal a few keycards, and...well...get their hands a bit bloody, before moving forward. Word reached Helena's ears that the artifact was going to be moved within the next 12 hours, so she acted in haste.
Hopefully we covered all of our tracks, Helena ruminated. Moreso, this will pacify the elders from marrying me off to some dumb militant male they deem suitable for me.
"YoU HavE to SecUre yOuR LinE, Helena!" "ItS fOr ThE goOd oF thE pAcK, HElena!" Helena recalled mockingly.
Shivering at such a notion, Helena reached the last corner that led to this sought-after treasure. Glancing around, she witnessed bodies slumped to the ground. Out cold. Lotus concocted an aerosolized brew to put the guards into a deep slumber. Upon asking if the guards will wake back up, Lotus' eyes gave nothing away.
Helena knew Lotus gave no fucks if the guards survived the concoction or not.
"You now have 35 minutes, Helena," Jacques urged.
"I've made it to the holy grail, guys!" Helena updated them.
Double checking the lack of security, Helena stepped closer toward the luminescent, kaleidoscope-swirling, metallic piece. Defying gravity, it floated in its own matrix surrounded in a rather fortified glass case. Lack of security heightened Helena's confidence. With a wicked smile, she commanded her finger to bring forth a claw. Her sickle shaped claw touched the impenetrable glass. Time seemed to come to a crawl.
A soft screeeeeeeeee from her wicked claw on tempered glass could bring shivers to a hapless man. She began to circumvent the encasement; each step brought a sway to her hips and glee in her single, dark honeyed eye.
Glass shattered like tiny diamonds. "The Key of Phasmarale is sec-"
ERRT! ERRRT! ERRRT! Thinking fast, Helena grabbed the Key before dashing towards her escape route.
All of the security alarms should've been shut down. Lotus and Jacques are very thorough in their work. So who the fuck let this happen?
"Alpha! Hunters have entered the premises. I quadruple checked that all security is down. I don't know how this happened, Helena." Jacques said apologetically.
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Smoldered Flames (Edonia Series: Part I)
ParanormalA young woman wakes in a dungeon with no memory of who she was before. She's accused of murder and sent to an academy, meeting four men who will change her life. Follow Helena's adventure as she discovers who she was before and what she will become...
