The Immortal Guardian

The Fallen City (Part 4)

     Chelsea woke up and saw the world around her. All around her, she saw darkness. Darkness of a million nights with no stars.

     "What is this place?" Chelsea said to himself, as she tried to fixate his eyes around the place that she was in.

     When her eyes adjusted, she saw plants that creeped up across the rotten trees, slithering around the rough terrain. The misty air swirled around, creating different mirages as they poured over the cracked, eroded rocks. Trees loomed above her. Just like any forest. But something in Chelsea's brain told her that something was wrong. Then she saw it. Above her were buildings. Crumbly, ancient, towering buildings.

     She stood in awe as she went to see the buildings up close. There were no signs of people...or...any other living thing. She found bottle caps, cans, a ripped, blue shirt, and a fallout shelter of some sort. Nothing to help her get out of this world. She didn't even know where she was. Then, as though the world read her mind, she found a shrivelled banner that read "Welcome to Beldurannia!"

      "Beldurrania," she muttered, "Never heard that place before. How did I... get here?" she rummaged through the debris of the architectural mounds of stone. 

     Then out of the corner of her eye, something glimmered. It flew up to a building-top and disappeared.

     Chelsea thought, 'Were they... wings? No. It couldn't have been. No bird is as big as that. But what was it...' 

     She crawled her way through the debris. Nothing interesting had happened so far besides the mysterious creature. 

     She walked miles and miles before walking upon a small sliver of paper, which seemed to drag Chelsea toward it. Chelsea carefully picked up the paper; which was surprisingly bright and crisp. Chelsea read from it:

From the deepest shadows

to the brightest light,

a girl will cry,

death will strike at night.

     Chelsea shivered at the last line, but she read on:

You will soon find,

a stolen treasure.

and you will find,

power above measure.

                       -T

'The stolen treasure must be Trevor!  But wait... the initials...' she thought.'T'  Chelsea gasped. T meant Trevor.