He violently coughed more black tar out of his lungs as he awoke from his short slumber. Nolan's sickness was getting worse and none of the medication was working. It was as if his world coming to a slow and painful end and his room was death.
His room. His room. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why is it so dark? He pushed himself upright, his eyes slowly adjusting to his surroundings and started feeling things that weren't his own. The bed was uncomfortable and unfamiliar. The sheets were dark and silky and littered with what felt like feathers.
"What the hell where am I?" He muttered to himself.
"Hell is exactly where you are, the question is why."
He turned his head towards the direction of the unknown voice, "What was that?"
"That was me."
"And who is 'me'?"
The voice chuckled as if there was some inside joke he was missing out on. "I," a snap of the voice's fingers triggered flames that ran across the room lighting every candle in sight, "am you."
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My eyes felt heavy and laden. Leaves matted my hair and face. My head felt like one million pounds as I lifted it from the ground.
I remember I was talking to a voice and then there was this little girl and-
My thoughts came to a halt. A sharp pain seemed to attack my head as if I wasn't allowed to remember the situation. I got up ignoring the pain I just felt and decided to move on. I moved through the forest with the tiny amount of light the moon offered.
Where am I supposed to go in the dark? The voice said to follow it, but it's not speaking to me anymore.
I walked for what seemed like hours trying to find whatever I meant to find until I was stopped by a wall. Or more like repelled. The wall, by what I could make out, was definitely not there. I could see past the wall, just more dead trees and leaves and still no path that would lead anywhere. Yet I was unable to move any further.
I tested the invisible wall again. I stretched my arm out towards the force only to jump back with a small squeak and the sizzling sound of my fingers.
What sort of trick is this? They come this far for nothing?
"Nephilim..."
A new voice called out the strange name. I craned my neck around the surrounding area to see if there was anything out there.
" Nephilim... you're...out... here..."
There soon was a soft thumping underground someone like a heartbeat. It wasn't soon until the ground began to quake.
"What's going on?"
"Nephilim... you will meet... your end."
I needed to hear no more. It was my cue to start running.
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"What kind of dream is this?"
"This isn't a dream, child."
His eyes narrowed as if he was taking a closer look, "Okay, then what is this?"
"A reality you never knew existed."
"Right, I see," sarcasm coated his voice, "And I'm supposed to believe you're real?"
"Yes."
"Okay, well," Nolan said, "I'm just going to go back to sleep and pretend that this never happened."
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Gabriel's Child
Teen FictionPhoebe Lyte, a strange child from birth. Born with wing shaped birthmarks on her back, the ability to see the dead, speak to the wind and more she is not yet aware of. Her mother would always say she was a special child but never said why. The wind...
