Destiny

CHAPTER 15

The earth shook with fury , others would mistake it for an earthquake, but the people of Aftown knew it was far from the truth. The King ,Ethan, was throwing one of his tantrums again. The world was in chaos.

It was a known legend , that the king Ethan, committed a great crime against his lover; he killed her for her powers, only after he'd received them did he realise  it was a grave wrong, did he realise he valued her more than the powers he now had. She was said to been a strong witch, having powers more than enough for an entire coven, very ancient raw power it was, he also took back his inheritance, more power added to most power.

The realization of his wrong drove him mad, he tried everything to resurrect her, at the peak of his success, he got tricked by some demon enemies of his, and ended up destroying  her body.

He was said to have grieved for many months, now entirely filled with rage and grieve, he let out  his power, bringing the past to the future, bringing ancient to modern , bringing back a time,  were people had to hunt , plant and fish to fend for themselves, a time were to be transported , you had to go on foot, on a horse and  for the rich , a carriage, a time where there was no instant means of communication, no phones, no internet, nothing, a time where people still used scrolls. He did this, with childish hope, that his love would come back with it.

After creating that kind of world , he crowned himself king, and made himself a throne, his castle sat at the same place, their said  school was situated, there he ruled, with a heavy hand, he killed at will, and his every need had to be met, the sun was never as bright, and the clouds were mostly dark, in his anger the whole earth shook, sending cracks throughout the earth, the cracks opened sometimes, and unfortunate people fell in, when he was really mad, either vulva or water erupted from the cracks, dragging people in with it.

The king killed at will, destroyed without hesitation, it was a fearful rule, but what really broke the hearts of most were the wives he took, still in search of his dead lover, he'd go out once every week, and came back with numerous women, other peoples wives, lovers, daughter, sisters. He didn't care about age, he didn't care about attachments, when he took you he took you, end of story . Those he took were all said to bare certain characteristics of his lover, some had her eyes, her nose, lips, laugh, anything, anything a woman did that reminded him of her, of Freya, that was her name, no one was allowed to hold that name to, the world had gotten too scary to live in.

Evan lived in this knew world, people called it first hell, others didn't believe there was even another, it was all too terrible. There he lived, but more fearful than others,
Why?
He had a wife, a beautiful wife, a wife his very life depended on, and that wife, looked exactly like the King's love, her eyes, her nose, nothing was out of place, except she was older, but that didn't matter, he knew the king would never leave her alone once he set his eyes on her, that, he was very sure of.

In the modern times , he was a  scientist good with research, curious as ever, it just turned out his Betty was a witch .

Before they even realized the resemblance, they set out to work out a way to get back to the past, to change things, but once the reality dawned on them, they were now at their wits end to make it work faster, they were almost there, there was a breakthrough coming, just a little more time.

For safety, he kept her inside all day, fearful the king might find her, should she step out, though that seemed very unlikely, they lived in quite a remote place, but still, it was better safe than sorry.

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Ethan tossed and turned, he was sleeping, but still unable to sleep, his nightmare where there again, wait what was he saying, they were always there, he saw himself back there, back to the time, back to the place.

He saw as he laid an unconscious Freya on the altar, the night was awfully quiet, no stars shone in the sky, the moon was hidden, everything was in place, his voice broke as he chanted the spells, tears fell as he lifted the ancient dagger, it was hard, so hard, but he had to, he needed to, that was his purpose, he couldn't turn his back now.

But he knew immediately he was wrong when he plunged the dagger into her, her eyes fluttered open, shock evident in her eyes, tears welled up, and his heart broke when they began to roll down.

He tried fruitlessly to cover up the wound, to heal her, she always healed anyway, maybe with him helping , he could stop the process, but not this time , it didn't work, she wasn't healing, she was dieing

He knew it was over when he saw her powers slipping out of her, powers he so lusted after,he didn't want anymore,  he now tried to run from, but that didn't work either, they came straight at him, pinning him down, forcing their way to into him, it was painfully, more painful than the tortures the demons inflicted on him , more painful than the sight of his family being killed right in front of him, but what caused him the mist unbearable pain was seeing Frey's tender soul slip out of her body, he lay there helpless, able to do nothing as it disappeared, he was weak, too weak.

He lay there for hours, crying his heart out, wishing for it to be a dream, a nightmare, but one look at his bloodied fingers and he knew it was not , slowly anger built up in him, unimaginable anger, it was all their fault, those pesky demons, it was all their damned fault, he was going to deal with them, he'd tear them to shreds, he was so going to kill them!

Within seconds, he was in the trance he'd put Freya into, but this this time, his body was in it too, he destroyed the entrance to the cage and dragged them out one by one, dragged them back to the setting

"Heal her!"  he commanded, " Bring her back to life, now!"

They didn't seem too eager to help though, he blasted a few of them to smatterings, the others weren't too eager to go the she way, they promised to help.
Days and nights passed, with them trying to resurrect the dead, a dead who had her soul destroyed by an ancient dagger, the demons knew, Ethan knew, it was impossible to recreate a soul, but he refused to believe, there had to be a way, and finally it was done.

Ethan was tossing in bed one day when he felt a presence over him, he opened his eyes to see Freya, standing before him, alive and well, but there was something dark about it, though she seemed alive, she was lifeless at the same time, but Ethan didn't care, she was standing right in front of him and that was all that mattered.

It turned out he'd been lied to, deceived, even though it was her , it wasn't her, that wasn't Freya, it turned out he was right, when he came home suddenly to see a demon crawling out of her, how dare it!
In his rage he destroyed it, destroying her body along with it, all he had left were ashes, but even that was blown away by a sudden strong wind that overtook the room, he had nothing left, she was gone.

In his mad rage, he destroyed the others, trashed the house through and through , grieved for many month, but then one day it struck him, he had unimaginable powers, he could do a lot with that, almost anything he wanted, and he was going to test it

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He woke from his nightmare,drenched in sweat, Freya, his dear Freya, suddenly he felt a pull, a string that always led him to where Freya was supposed to be, it was a spell he'd cast, it didn't exactly work as he hoped but he still hadn't given up. He wore his clothes, got a horse and set off, he was going alone this time, he wanted to be alone.

The string led him to a very remote part of the town, a place he'd have never thought of going ,  and there he saw a cottage, modestly made, as if by luck, a woman peeked out of a window waving at a man, he was dumb struck, that woman was his woman, he'd found her, his Freya had returned.

What a future!
I personally hope it doesn't happen.
But
Who knows
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