Ravaged An End of Days Novel

Chapter 1: Samantha: The Chase Begins

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The Chase Begins

Samantha

 I been following Julian's trail in Peoria since she had arrived from the across the pond. Like everyone that came before her, they all wanted the same. damn. thing.

They were trying to, and so far, unsuccessfully, find the bloodline of mystical warriors that you normally read in fairytales and myths, and legends and all that fun stuff.

Yeah, those kinda stories.

How did I end up here you ask?

Simple, when you get asked to go undercover on a job and lay low, but before that you and your girlfriend draw straws to see who gets which job, but you end up short and she took the job that was cooler? Yeah, that was me.

I was the girl who had lost a simple game of straws to her partner. But, in all honesty, I would have taken this angle anyway.

This was all because my partner and her friends had been slowly hearing whispers of our old Circle quietly reforming. We didn't know exactly why, but we knew that from our prolonged, and often painful history, that whatever they were planning—it was never a good thing.

The objects of obsession that their leader chased, as the warlord he was—was always coveted. Valkyries.

Sneakily, I followed her steps as it wound around a beautiful entrance of a two-story adobe style house, until she disappeared entirely into the darkness before me. And, instead of following her, like I should have, I took it upon myself to see what else that the Danish Circle was seemingly hiding here out in the open.

Finding a fence around the corner, I started climbing on it, trying to gather my feet, as I prepared to make a jump across. Landing as quietly as I could, I reached out for the side of a rung, gripping it tightly and then using my weight to hoist myself up, where I was able to dust myself off. I also pulled a hair tie from my wrist and wrapped around and used it to tie my hair back into a ponytail, where I had to hope that it wouldn't be used as a weapon.

"That's enough." I overheard Erik hiss to Julian as I crouched underneath a window, watching carefully to see how this would develop. And while I was, I adjusted my jacket, making sure that it couldn't easily fall off and reveal the rest of my body. Especially, my wings.

Oh gods! Sometimes, I hated the blasted things, they got in the way of trying to do so much, for things that were oh sooo simple.

"Why are you here anyway? I specifically told you, that I wanted nothing to do with you, after..." he paused. "After what you did your first child. Don't you remember?"

"Oh, I remember plainly as day..." Julian replied to him.

I carefully, tiptoed my way around another corner, trying to look for my way in, and then as I did I managed to find another window that was below me, and I jumped down, landing hard, but I managed to use my hands to steady myself on the gravel, and when I looked up, that's when I saw it.

Or rather, that's when I saw them. Hundreds of them, to be precise. Masses of black, just waiting. Waiting for an order—any order.

As stealthily as possible, I managed to get to the window, without startling them, where I had used my magic to kick out the glass watching the shards scatter before me. Once I climbed through to the other side, I found myself in another hallway that was enveloped by more darkness. This this time, giving off an eerie feeling to it. A feeling, that I knew too well, and didn't exactly like, since I knew who else had arrived, trying to steal the show, and my Kaitlyn.