The line between what was a fact and what was a myth used to be so fragile, and then it broke within a minute of me just touching it. I used to think that Angels and Demons, and even Nephilim's did not exist. I didn't even know what a Nephilim was before I actually changed into one. I resented my mother for years for forcing her beliefs onto me. She used to tell me that there was a greater force than us for a reason, that I had to open my eyes and see the greater force between us, and she hung all those crosses on our walls for a reason, a reason which I had not known back then. I should've listened. I should've broken this fragile line between what I thought was reality and what was just a myth sooner. Maybe then sooner, a survivor would've been born, and not a dead wandering girl.
The problem with this place was that there was no resurrection in Shadow City, nor were there heroes, but only ghosts that wandered and wondered, but when wonder turned into insanity, that was when the predators were born. I was stuck in the lands filled with both Gods and Monsters, and I was just a fading beacon that screamed for help in the silence. I had made a promise to myself that nobody would take my soul, not even the crazy group of cannibals that haunted me, or the serial killers that left cruel clues everywhere for me to find, and definitely not the Angels that they sent down to suck away my memory like a leech. I was not going to give in and become a wanderer. I had made a promise that I wouldn't die. I wouldn't give up. I was going to make it out of there even if it killed me – and for good this time.
The first level of Shadow City was hard – yes – but the second level of Shadow City was like hell itself. In the first level, I only got attacked and yelled at and left to make peace with what was going on around me, but I couldn't actually feel anything but fear and a deep intenseness of anxiety in the atmosphere, but here, in the second level, you can feel the pain and you can feel the anxiety. In the second level of Shadow City the predators will come out of nowhere to attack you with knives, and axes and anything they have to kill you in order to survive themselves and to take souls as a source of power. Everyone saw you as a threat. Everyone who has made it to the second level was delirious or just absolutely insane. I remembered finding it the first time, just like it was yesterday. Time flew in this place, and luckily time wasn't running out for me – but it was for humanity, and everyone that I loved.
When I first found it, I remembered thinking that I was just about to give up. I walked in circles in the white abyss of smoke and dead souls, but then I saw it. It was another mirror. That's what dragged me into this place, but we always touch things that we know we shouldn't. It was very a peculiar mirror, but I had nothing left, and I was about to give up so I went up to it. What was the risk right? When I walked up to the mirror I saw nothing but the reflection of William, Becky and my mother Anne standing there. They were smiling and waving at me with the kindest faces that I've seen in a long time. I remembered gasping a breath, and letting a tear slip down my face from happiness. I haven't seen them in such a long time. I knew it couldn't be trusted, but I had to take any risk I could.
William stepped forward and he gave me that charming look that he used to give me when I was still alive, and he placed his hand in front of him right on the flat surface of the mirror. I hesitated, and I tried to talk to them, but they didn't talk back. They just smiled, and nodded at me. I stepped forward, yearning for their love. I stuck out my hand and pressed it flat against the surface of the cold mirror, right against Williams, and that's when the bright light surrounded me. It was golden. It was sparkling. It was blinding and hot, but I didn't look away. I looked straight into his eyes. I looked straight into my last bit of hope.
Just when I was about to give up, life gave me something worth living for.
I passed out, and that's when I woke up on the dirt of a green forest. I thought that I was alive again – how stupid I was. My first encounter was with a woman. She had long dark hair that probably hung up to her ankles, and a white dress. I had walked a long way to find her, and her trailer which she lived in. I was thirsty, and I just wanted some water and any sign of life. It was a neat looking trailer in the forest that had a small white picket fence around it and a mailbox in the shape of a shoe. I opened the gate, the rust making a loud squeaking noise as it opened, and knocked on the door of the trailer. There was no answer, but I could hear the radio playing music from the inside.
YOU ARE READING
Nephilims Death
Fantasy'The problem with this place was that there was no resurrection in Shadow City, nor were there heroes, but only ghosts that wandered and wondered, but when wonder turned into insanity, that was when the predators were born. ' With Christina dead, Wi...
