A collection of short stories that are not very related to each other.
01| Terra of the Mountains
02| Heart of Destruction (Prequel of Terra of the Mountains)
03| Wasteland (Inspired by Death Valley)
03| The Fennel Girl (Inspired by Kik)
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Note: Do not read if you dislike death or sad endings. This is also a prequel to |01| Terra of the Mountains but it would make much more sense if you read that first. Please read |01| Terra of the Mountains before this if you have not read it.
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My name is Holly Amity-Dawn of Terrastone and I was always destined to do terrible things. I have cursed myself to serve a powerful force, one that condemns me to destroy everything I have ever known and loved. And, now powerless to stop my own self, the power eats away at my soul, leaving an empty shell of who I was. I am only a shell now, a weapon of destruction. There is very little fight left in me now and the only thing I remain conscious of is the hurt of the people around me as the fires burn.
I look around me and watch my hometown gather for the ceremony of the End. I am truly a monster now. And even now, in my last painful moments of life, watching the suffering of the people around me, I feel haunted. Haunted by the memories of the fateful day that led to the suffering of my people.
The brisk summer breeze blew through the open attic window. It was a nice summer day and nothing seemed like it would go wrong. My best friend Terra and I were digging into old boxes in my attic. It was fun, exploring old things. They had such an inviting mysterious aura and seemed like they were just begging to be awakened from the musty old boxes.
"Hey, Terra. Look at this!" I exclaimed, lifting up the stuffed rabbit that she had given me on my fifth birthday. We had met when we were three and we inseparable for a really long time. Honestly, we were such opposites I did not even realize how we tolerated each other. However, the fateful day three months ago has changed everything about me and her. Now it is October on the mountainside. The grass is drying and it used to be my favorite season. All I can think of is flames and my own conscience and regret now. I dug into another box of treasures, this time pulling out a musty old book. One that I have never seen before.
"I have never seen that before. " Terra said, pointing at the book, which bore an insignia on the cover. A dark purple symbol that looked like some secret organization's symbol or something. Maybe it was some spy thing. "It could be dangerous. If you don't know what is, you shouldn't open it."
"It's okay. I'll be fine," I assured her.
"Holly, no. Don't open the..." Her words trailed off as I pulled the book open. I thought that I would be fine. It was just book. Suddenly, light flooded the attic room and an electric purple burst of energy knocked me into the far wall.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed, feeling immense pain. Something was getting in me, and I did not like it. Suddenly, the pain subsided and I felt strange. Like something else was controlling my body. A mysterious force with seemingly ill intentions. I stood up and fired a purple energy blast at my best friend, someone I would never hurt.
