Book One.
The world has become a different place since the attack on New York. People have been forced to accept a reality filled with superhumans, machine men, and alien races. Earth has become a playground for the universe with humans getting los...
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Juliette was in a world of darkness, and in the darkness, voices echoed – called to her.
They wove spells over her.
They spoke of ancient things – of worlds long past and yet to come. Something magical stirred in the darkness - the ember of a dying star. In here, the expanse of the universe was being made and unmade inside of her.
It was painful. So painful.
Was this hell?
Someone called her name through the darkness, through the pain. A small light flickered, a world beyond the darkness – it was waiting for her. Juliette stretched her spark of consciousness out for it, clawing her way through the unending black sea. Someone was waiting for her, needed her.
Shelby.
Juliette's eyes snapped open and she was choking. There was something in her mouth – in her throat. She reached up with shaky hands and grabbed hold of the tube and pried it away from her lips, gagging as she freed it from her throat.
Her heart was racing and the machines measuring her vitals began to beep, buzz, ring – which only frustrated the fierce pounding in her skull. There was much time for her to think, not that she would have thought much of anything if she did have the time, other than if her sister was okay. Juliette was tearing at her skin, ripping and pulling wires and needles away.
Her eyes scanned the room as she grabbed onto the edge of the bed with a trembling hand, digging her fingers in deep.
A hospital?
Her vision blurred for a moment and she blinked a couple of times, setting the images right again. No, not a hospital. Too many glass windows for observing. The door looked too high tech – the lock too sturdy. It was meant to keep people inside. She didn't know where she was but getting out was her only priority.
Shelby was waiting for her.
It was a struggle to get out of the bed. She nearly falling out of it several times, catching herself with weak hands. Her strength was almost non-existent. Which was why Juliette felt relief when she set her bare feet on the cool floor, standing on wobbly legs like a child first learning to walk. A rush of cold air raced across her back and she grimaced.
Juliette reached back and gather both sides of the hospital gown and bunched them together. She took a couple of faltering steps toward the door, freezing up as a woman with a clipboard in hand, dressed down in medical scrubs entered.
A doctor?
No, she didn't seem like a doctor. There was no air of confidence or arrogance hanging around her that Juliette had come accustomed to.
A nurse then.
It didn't matter much which, Juliette reminded herself. All that mattered was getting to Shelby. She would fill in the missing gaps in her memory later or never.
