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Chapter One [The power has come]
13 years later - 11:30 PM
Trembling with chilliness, I sat huddled into the corner of my room rocking back and forth. I carefully avoided the newly inflicted deep gash tracing across my back. The lines repeatedly echoed inside my head leaving me feeling fearful.
Those lines being the highlight of tonight's actions were from the prophecy. It escaped Zeus's sniggering voice this morning as he read it out.
"...And Cassandra Atlas Alexander Evander, the sixth daughter fathered by the 6000th generation [AC] from the descendants of Uranus will be summoned on the night of her 18th centenary............
Echoing as a reminder of the anticipated change
........the power that manifested itself from birth will be surged into her veins.......
Ringing excitedly in my mind
........In order for the power to go the correctly assigned heir, a sample of blood must be showered upon the mark of beneficiary........
Buzzing like a bee in search for honey
.........A phoney heir carried out on anyone wishing to inherit the power will be condemned to death by the Chief executive of supremacy.
Drumming the warning in Morse code
I slinked further into the edge of my room with my back slouch flaccidly on the ragged wall, failing to get any soothe to the slash embossed across it My room, a small damp cellar, a friend of the arctic cold air, a soul mate to the evil darkness floating around.
I shivered silently as anguish surged through every fibre of my being. My whole childhood revolved around malicious actions lasting in my head, engraving into my aching heart. My sanity slowly yet serenely dwindled, fizzling its way into the final core of my mental stability. Utterly terrified it might relinquish into the darkness amidst the immoral memoirs drifting about.
The gateway creaked releasing a screeching wail into the frosty air whilst making way for Alistair to stride through. Alistair's striking auburn locks rippled down his gleaming tanned face and across his shoulders. Broadly shoulders hunched as one hand was thrust deep into his pockets, the essence of arrogance clearly shinning from within him.
A red velvety cloth was clenched inside the grip of his other hand. I resisted the urge to frantically jump on him, pummelling him with punches. He cleared his throat setting the sinister atmosphere. Those deep fiery red eyes caught my beseeching gaze as he paced towards me. I swiftly noticed his eyes clouding over to black. Black for evil, Black for death.
"Stand up, little mortal!"
Quivering slightly too frantic, I slid my hand on the tattered wall; the wintry sense masking the stonework greeted my touch. I rammed all my fleeing energy into my hand and plunged myself up ignoring the involuntary whimpers escaping my lips. The excruciating ache hungrily traced up and down my back smothering my energy as I closed my eyes letting myself slump down. My arm chafed glaringly against the frayed wall, scratching my hand.
In a sudden, warm, soft skin glided along my frozen waist soothing my bare back. After a relaxingly moment, I was leaped back up and just when I was melting into the warmth of his embrace, he hauled his arm free making way for the intruding bitter air to spurt on body almost mocking me with their touch.
Slowly, I fluttered my eyes open only to meet his unusually emerald eyes, invading mine, piercing deep into my thoughts. A moment later, those flattering green eyes vanished in swiftness, those typical murky eyes replacing them. His hot breath tickled my ear as I just stared at him, somewhat sceptical.
Unexpectedly, he grasped my throat pinning me against the wall. My feet slightly raised from the ground, dangled about as I frantically gasped for air.
"Let go of me!" I croaked, my throat still throbbing
He leaned in closer until his face was just an inch away from mine, the fierce red eyes making a comeback.
"You better hope for your sake, you're not a pretence masquerading behind your innocent act. Believe me when I say this, I will destroy you if you're working with the Dark sphere. We'll find out soon enough!" the accusation hissed out of his mouth
His firm grasp weakened and I plunged down to the hard floor wincing with pain. My body ached immensely except a moment later I felt a surge of powerful current flowing through me to every artery. I could feel the power tugging excitedly at my vein, waiting for it to seep through. I placed my hand on my back, brushing my finger across the wound as blood oozed its way on to my fingertips.
Apathetic to my pain, Alistair treaded backwards holding his glare on me.
"Get ready!" he billowed just as he was about to leave but not before flinging a dazzling, silky red cloak.
I watched him leave locking the door behind him. My eyes darted across the alluring fabric, somewhat willingly eager for tonight's actions
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