My Fiction Fix #01

Writing Idea #74: Threads Of Infinity

CHAPTER 1:

I was young when I fell in love. When we married, we had two boys. I lost every single one of them in the span of six years. My husband, a man who forever held my heart, lay deep in the tomes on the street of Wrynn Grove. I remembered the day so distinctly when my husband, Orion Bellatrix, took our boys out for a fishing trip at the lake near home. They never returned.

You ask me why.

Our entire town was scorched under the name of the Nashira Warriors. The species I never believed were real. Fae. The mythical creatures of the old folklores in European Supernatural stories.

I thought they were just that.

Stories.

Looking back, I wished I'd died that day with my beloved family. I never expected governmental forces to step in and pull only a few of us ordinary humans in the wreckage. They revived us after the brutal attack that locked me in my home surrounded by flames that day, with an arrow in my belly and death knocking on my door. Just the thought of fire made my brain hurt now that I looked back on it.

I lost far too much, somehow nothing I gained was ever as important.

I became immortal twelve hours after the arrow was embedded in my belly. I never aged, twenty-years and I still looked the exact same age I was when I was a mother to two six-year old boys and a wife to a silver-eyed handsome man. I still dreamt of them all the time. They plagued my dreams just as often as they plagued my nightmares.

The bell rang in the shrill station across the grey corridor of the Syndicate Academy. It was the agreement I had with the officials who brought me in and saved my life – I served them by being a data analyst for the academy. It didn't change the harshness of my reality, I was alone.

All I had was pictures of my husband and my kids, and immortality to force the memories to stay. In the heart of London Central, the magical realm collided with the human realm and like that, the world became open to species humans wrote about in stories. Most of those stories weren't far off for some specific species, but others...so very wrong.

Rulers of the Supernatural groups, potent with magic and ethereal abilities were no longer secluded to isolation any longer. The scent of the air was a mixture of cold frost and the crackling fire in the private teacher library. I finished off the last of the reports on the latest student academic grade system when the door creaked open to reveal the vice principal. A Vampire. Ambrosia Lilith was well-respected in this academy, but I knew she had affiliation with the very people who killed my family. I wouldn't go volunteering that information though.

"Julia, I haven't seen you in a couple days." Her velvety voice echoed across the room.

I leaned back in my seat, "We've enrolled another three-thousand new students coming in, I'm just recalibrating the expected numbers. I know I was late for the teacher conference on Thursday—I just needed a break."

"Did you go on a date?" She asked me, sitting down next to me.

I blinked, "With red wine, a book and a bubbly bath. The date did wonders." I murmured, rubbing the side of my head.

She studied me, "You know, we have a part time position that will give you more than three days a week. We have students coming in from the Nashira Academy, newly improved, history overturned. They're moving in soon. In fact, in an hour. A lot of them wear masks if you recall, their beliefs and all..." She was talking to me strangely.

I lowered my eyes down to the table, "I can work around my usual hours and set in...but I am not a certified therapist, Ambrosia. Surely you'd want to hire someone...more fit for this type of job?" I offered what I thought was an obvious answer.