I had wondered here and there in the forest before something sharp and blunt had hit me in the back of my head. I had fallen hard on the ground, some place deep and dark. My back was sore, there was just no energy left in me to get up from the ground. It had now been a while since I'd been fallen down there unconscious, unable to move. Somehow, I managed to open my eyes. My vision was still blurry. Using every last ounce of energy left in me I got off the hard floor. My back ached sending innumerable pain down my fragile body.
The place was dark and carved out of stone. It also had the same symbols inscribed on it. There was very little light in there, just fire torches were lit up at the corners of the cellar. I meticulously looked at it and placed my hand on it. I got a mild shock and some shocking images flashed on my mind, like a vision. It felt like Déjà vu, I'd been there before not literally but in spirit. I couldn't think straight, someone had literally banged my head and dragged me down this cellar. That explained all the bruises and moss on my body. I had to figure out some way to get out of here.
There was very little light in there, just some fire torches were lit up at the corners of the cellar. The fire was still burning from the melted candles on the candelabra that surrounded the cellar walls. That could only mean one thing, someone had been here before and by before I meant recently. There was a lamp lying on the floor. I took it made my way up the stairs but it was of no use. I was locked in there all alone. I felt helpless and restless at the same time.
If I was stuck in here no one was gonna find, hell, no one even knew about this place except maybe Damien. He was my last hope. I was lucky enough to have kept my cell phone with me, but once again there was on signal. " Oh shit '' I yelled in vain. I knew that by pressing my phone so hard it would just break and even swearing a million times wasn't gonna get me out of here. As painful as it may be, I had to admit to myself that I was stuck in this God awful cellar.
Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I held my head in my hands in frustration. I'd completely forgotten that the back of my head was bleeding. My dark blonde curls were drenched in blood. Bad thought once again made their way into my wounded head.
Was no one ever gonna find me ?
Was I gonna die in here?
No No No, I started sobbing even loudly. It had hardly been a month since I'd turned 16. I didn't wanna die so young, prom was yet to come. I had to make things right with Adrien. There was just so much to do.
I couldn't lose hope, there has to be another way out. I took the lamp and made my way to the back of the cellar. I was beginning to feel as if I was entering into a cave, a beautiful one though. The path inwards was getting narrow by each step. The inscriptions on the wall seemed to be telling some kind of a story, one that I could't understand. They were also glowing, it was the same kind of light that came from my locket. My heart beats were getting louder and louder. I swear I could hear them beating in my own ears.
I didn't need the lamp anymore. I kept moving on further until I was forced to stop. I couldn't move ahead anymore. There was some sort of force or I should say spell that was forbidding me from entering. What was I supposed to do now? I turned around to look at the inscriptions maybe I would get some help. Suddenly, the inscriptions seemed to move. I tried reading them but I couldn't make heads or tails out of it.
There were intricate patterns of moons and stars, they were trying to form something. I had to have patience in order to understand this. It formed the structure of a woman with a moon on her forehead. I assumed she was the Moon Queen, the one Damien was telling me about. She had some sort of a ball of light in her hand and she was trying to target it on something in particular.
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Angel
Teen Fiction16 year old Angel Montgomery's life turns upside down when she realizes she is the CHOSEN one . She is the next Moon princess but will she be able to handle a world of the imaginary? And becoming a princess means letting go of the past, her best fri...