The door they had exited earlier turned out to be a hallway that led farther into the depths of this compound. The ground within was coated with rubble and debri from the ceiling above. There was the shine of what I was sure was moonlight pooling from a giant hole in the ceiling.
Damien urged for us to stand directly in the middle of the hall, beneath the circle above. "Going up?" He asked looking over to me with a playful grin.
"Let's go," I replied, eager to both join the fray that I was sure had to be occurring above and to question Henrick and find Will.
My father clenched his hands into fists, his eyes glowing emerald green. The ground around us began to shake and suddenly broke away from the rest of the hallway as a platform, lifting us through the hole and up stories upon stories of earth toward the sky above.
"Damien used our imprints as a guide to your location. We didn't know exactly where you were but we could feel the imprint pulling us in a specific direction," Carson explained as we hurtled upwards.
It was loud in the hole, the sound of earth shifting against earth a shriek in my ears. My father was completely focused, his eyes seeing more than just what was before him as he cast us toward the sky.
Carson clutched me to his side, seeming unable to release the hold he had on me and I was fine with that. His warmth encompassed me, sending the cold of the damp ground around us away from me.
We emerged into moonlight and the sounds of chaos.
We stood in an empty field behind what looked like some sort of old abandoned factory. There were large constructions of cement towers craning above us into the sky like fingers stretching up from the ground to clutch the clouds.
On the other side of the factory light exploded. Flames danced along the horizon and a bolt of electric blue lightning shot down from the sky. The ground shook beneath us and a glance at my father—now relaxed—showed that it hadn't come from him.
He didn't hesitate when his manmade elevator of earth came to a stop. He leapt across the field, darting in the direction of the commotion.
"Let's go," Carson said, pulling me along by my hand and dragging me after him. Anton kept pace with us but remained silent and thoughtful.
We emerged farther into the factory complex, shooting like rockets across the ground. There was a gravel road near us and we sped along it, rounding the building.
The parking lot outside the main facility was also gravel and housed dozens of huge black military-esque jeeps and hummers. There were at least a hundred people, locked in battle splayed around the entrance.
I caught sight of my mother and Gabrielle leading the charge, hurling magick at enemies flanking the building. My mother glanced over as we entered the fight, catching sight of us as we rounded the corner. She shot me a joyful grin before focusing back in on her adversary.
The area was blazing with light. Flames danced along the ground, black twisted magic being hurled by hooded figures. The enemy contained a variety of individuals, Vampyres and witches alike.
The calvary flooded them, dozens of Magicks leaping into to the fray. I could see what I was fairly certain was Evelyn Stark, throwing her hand away from herself. A wave of water crushed into oncoming enemies, knocking them away in a crowd of twisted limbs and discarded bodies.
We swerved closer and I dropped Carson's hand, eager to join the fight. My mother was surrounded, three Vampyres on one side of her and five witches approaching from the other, their hands extended into long claws, arching ebbs of black mist flowing towards her. I lurched towards the Vampyres, gathering energy from the air around me until it sizzled in electrical arches across my skin.
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Thorns of Fate: Serendipity Saga Book One
Vampirgeschichten"To explain to you what is happening, I have to open your mind to a world you'd never imagine could possibly have existed," he began. Kyra Santina thought that her world was like any other. She had done the public school thing, moved on to college...
