O U T O F T I M E
book 3 in the 'chaos series'
in which lusine returns to earth and is reunited with steve, but not everything is as it was when they said their farewells after the events of the battle of new york. with new companions in tow, ol...
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nineteen "selfish indulgence" -
In the early hours, Olea, yet to sleep, pours over yet another book. This time, she doesn't devote herself to its pages for Doctor Greer or Shield. No, this is a selfish indulgence, but one she's been meaning to do for months.
Leaving behind the only home she's ever known for good also meant leaving behind much of her life's work.
Though this separation is perhaps only temporary if she can find what she needs from this ritual book. Within its pages, it possesses the spell she must cast to reopen her portal door. She can attach it to any door she desires and, when she speaks the correct password, opening this door will instead reveal a portal to perhaps the only untainted place in her life.
A sprawling garden complete with a ginormous greenhouse packed with every plant she can ever imagine needing and full of life that Remulan could never sustain with its cold climate and even colder inhabitants.
In Olea's Garden, she is distanced from all the violence and the war of her moon. She used to escape here when one of her sisters or cousins tried to pressure her into yet another boisterous training session where she, almost definitely, would be injured.
They never knew this is where she fled and, if she has anything to do about it, they never will.
No one else can ever know.
This is her haven. Her safe space. An eden created by years of pooled magic and love and tenderness. Materialised straight from the heart of a being so devoted to her craft that she swore an oath never to harm another living being for as long as she walks the universe.
In return for her oath, the universe gave her more power than she ever could've imagined having as a little girl being forced into violence.
She would be the first in a long line of Remulan Asgardians who would never make a kill.
Olea turns the page, committing its lines to memory. Wondering who was the first to discover this magic? Who wrote this down for later sorcerers to learn and replicate? Whoever it was, Olea promises to do them justice.
She's about to scratch down a few more notes from a particularly interesting paragraph about having multiple doors to one Eden when the front door bangs open.
From outside, Florian comes stumbling in.
He clutches a rag torn from his own shirt to his face, staunching the blood flowing from his horribly broken nose, but it already has begun to run down his wrists and to soak into the sleeves of his cream shirt. His eyes are ringed red and puffy, cheeks wet with more than just his own blood. One eye is swollen and already turning black. On his jaw, he sports a purpling bruise, stark against the paleness of his skin.
He slumps against the wall, smearing blood where he catches himself.
Olea slams her book shut and jumps to her feet, rushing over to hold him up. She helps him into his bedroom, which she is astonished to see is a complete mess and realises this is the first time she's been inside the room since they moved in.
