Realms Rising Book 1: Walls Breaking

Chapter 9: A Past Revealed

Realms Rising Book 1

Walls Breaking

By NewWorldFiction

Chapter 9: A Past Revealed

The snow slowly drifted down, each individual flake. Alone, each flake will not prove a problem, but together, it can become one of nature's most powerful instruments.

As for the case of Nico di Angelo.

When he attempted to shadow travel to the camps, he met resistance. Something... not right.

No it wasn't a god. It wasn't some monster or force with evil intentions.

It felt like it was trying to tell him something. Trying to lead him somewhere.

Whenever he tried to pass the barrier in the shadow realm, he found one way; one direction that he could take. The logical side of his brain was telling him he shouldn't follow it, but his senses were saying it felt... familiar.

So he, followed it. And long did he follow it.

Ever since he had done it. Ever since he managed to perform the summoning, and came upon conclusion of the Egyptians, he set out. Through out that time, he crossed quickly traversed a hundred miles. Within a few hours, he should be upon the southern border of Alaska.

However it wasn't easy.

He was trudging through a thick blizzard. To tired to shadow travel, but even if he tried, he wouldn't be able to. The barrier wouldn't let him go further. All he knew was which way It wanted him to go. So he decided he'd traverse on foot.

And oh it was miserable.

The stinging cold of pelting ice, peppered his face red. His feet cold and his hands were shaking. He was starting to lose feeling in toes. But he had to keep going. He had to!

A hour past, he couldn't feel his hands and feet. His steps had become lazy, swooning side to side.

Another hour came by, he couldn't see straight. He knew he had to get out of the snow, but it was so close.

The next hour, he crumbled to his knees, his eyes drooping warily. He was almost there. Just a few more feet over the ridge ahead of him. A few more feet!

Slowly stretching his arm, he pulled him self forward. His belly plowing a path into the snow, only to be filled by the blizzard. Left arm, right arm, left arm, right arm. Each pull was like holding the sky.

Left arm, right arm, left arm, right arm. Almost there! Grunting, Nico grasped a clump of ice on the edge of the snowy ridge and pulled himself over.

His body quickly lost purchase on the snowy landscape, and he fell. Sliding down the steep slope it came to a large icy lump, throwing him forward. Colliding with the cold white blanket, he rolled in till he stopped.

So cold. Everything's so cold. But its here. Its close!

With renewed vigor, he pushed him self up. Once again trudging through the snow, he pushed forward. Stumbling nearly every step, he knew his strength was failing. If he doesn't make it...

And that's when he saw the entrance. Four stone pillars, crumbled from the tests of time. the standing structures, dark shades in the heavy blizzard. And in-between them, engraved in unique ancient symbols, was a pit.

Struggling Nico brought himself to the edge and looked over. Spiral staircases clung to the edges of the deep pit.

With no choice, Nico dropped onto the stairs, his legs collapsing under his weight. But he endured.