Come explore a world of myst through a journey following two lives . Their fates seem so far apart even when destiny has a way of eclipsing things.
#Magic, mystery, thriller, action.
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'Mira, run!' The words echoed in her mind. Vi tried scrubbing the memory away, but there was too much blood–spreading like a sea of red. She could still see Mira, running—alive.
She slammed her eyes open and the scene dissipated, leaving nothing but grey.
Her knees quaked as she pulled herself to her feet. It was hard to breathe, harder than usual so she ripped off her cloak, looking around. The sky was dark, but there wasn't a cloud in sight. Wherever she was, it was in desperate need of life and light. The barn was gone. Mira was gone. The soldiers were gone. Another look around confirmed the fear festering in her chest.
I'm lost.
She winced when her head pounded in protest to the sudden anxiety. A moment ago she was inches from a brutal death, and now she was standing in the middle of, well...nowhere. Even after rubbing her eyes raw, the barn did not return.
So it had to be true. She'd jumped through a portal—if she could even call it that. Whatever it was, it hadn't stayed for long. Perhaps it was a good thing considering it saved her life. The thought soured as she imagined Mira's sprawling figure. If only the portal had opened a moment sooner. A pang of sorrow stabbed her heart.
I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. Vi choked back a sob, not sure why she felt at fault for the girls death. Would they have killed her if she hadn't helped Vi? The thought danced around her mind as she wiped the tears from her face and started westward. There was bound to be a town somewhere. Right....?
Wrong.
Minutes stretched into hours as Vi dragged her feet through the thick grey sand. She was beginning to doubt she was even in Vataana anymore at all. The place was desolate, no end in sight. The morbid elders would surely twist some sordid tale about a land like this if they knew of it. No, she shook her head. She was somewhere else entirely.
Vi squinted and her heart fluttered but she fought down the hope. Her vision had played tricks on her several times already since starting her journey and she wouldn't let one speck on the horizon stir her up again. Only this time, as she grew closer, the speck grew as well. She picked up her pace, almost tripping over her dirty sandals as she tried to run. Her feet shuffled forward with new fervor, causing the distant shape to grow with each step.
A cry of excitement slipped out of her mouth. There were walls! And a roof! Seconds later even the outline of a door became visible. She skidded to a halt on the sandy porch, gasping to catch her breath. A thick bronze knocker sat in the center of the wooden door, asking her to raise it. She hesitated. What if someone was home? Then she worried, what if someone wasn't home? She wasn't sure which was worse, only that she needed water and soon.
She turned the knob.
The door popped open with ease, squeaking loudly in the still air. She held no expectations for the interior, but an impossibly long hallway did not top the list.
