The Kiss Of Draven

Chapter Two: Keeping Secrets

SOMEHOW THROUGH ALL THE emotions I was feeling, I was soon able to find sleep.

Falling.

Breaking.

Reaching.

My hand stretched out towards the milky pink clouds as I plummeted downwards watching Olympus grow further and further from my reach. I was falling for what seemed like forever towards the unknown and soon I was concealed completely by water.

The water was cold against my skin pulling me deeper and deeper into the darkness, I could barely see the surface anymore. I let out a scream, but it only bubbled as the water sucked into my lungs. My eyes slammed shut. My body swayed violently in the water, my heartbeat quickened. I couldn't pinpoint where I was or why it felt so entirely real.

Then I couldn't feel the water in my ears or the burning of my throat. I was standing now, too scared to see where I was. I wasn't in the water anymore as I ran a hand along my dress. My eyes slowly peeled opened and somehow, I was inside of a gym. The strikingly beautiful King Dravens gym to be exact, except there was no sign of him anywhere. I tried to strain my hearing to see if there was anyone near me but there wasn't. Silence consumed me and soon my mind became confusion. My uncovered feet padded quietly around noticing a large door on the far right. I opened it quickly not wanting to be frightened by what would be on the other side, but nothing had prepared me for this.

Stairs. I had been dumbfounded, staring at the creepy old spiral staircase that led to who knows where. To my discomfort I began walking up, towards what-I had no clue. Time seemed to speed as a black metal door with deep, mesmerizing swirls engraved into it, suddenly appeared in front of me. I glanced behind me noticing the many stairs that I suddenly didn't remember going up.

I turned the knob slowly anticipating what was on the other side. I pushed through completely taken back as a darkness seemed to rush through my very bones. I shivered not liking the invasion but shook it off spinning, taking in the beautiful dark foyer. A grand foyer filled with blacks and greys met my eyes. So many gloomy colors darting all over and yet I found it so mesmerizing.

I walked up the large stairs liking the coldness against my feet. I came to a large hallway with doors almost as tall as the ones in Mount Olympus. I felt a gust of wind fly through the air carrying me to the door at the far end of the hallway. Should I open it? Who would be waiting for me if I did? If I didn't, would I regret it.

I turned the knob opening it as a blast of fire crawled from the cracks of the door pushing me backwards.

Flying.

Burning.

Caving.

I shot up in bed feeling the fire crawling towards my body. I rubbed my arms and felt over my body frantically. No fire. No burns. Still plain old me. With a sigh of relief, I plopped back down on my bed. I stared at my ceiling for a second, my mind going back to those bright flames. That didn't look like regular fire. It was bigger, hotter, and redder if that was even possible.

My eyes landed on my candles that were blown out and the bright light from the sun that shinned a little too brightly through the open pillars.

"You look like shit." Apollo said sitting in the fluffy white chair next to my bed with one leg draped over the other. I turned towards him sharply almost jumping out of my skin.

My precious twin greeted me with one of his charming smiles. I think the sun literally glistened off his pearly whites. His long white locks seemed brighter against his darkened skin. Golden tattoos similar to mine shinned against his perfectly sculpted chest as his white wraps draped along his hips shielding his privates. We were completely identical except our height and eyes. While his, orange and yellow irises matched perfectly with the sun, mine blended with whites and grays completely replicating with the shades of the moon.