Sorry guys this story is on hold because both of us are on a softball team and it is getting hard to manage both the practices, games and our homework.
Acadia stands out; she's a light in the dark. Her eyes are a radiant blue, hair a soft blonde, and complexion, pale white. Acadia lives in a world of dark; she doesn't know happiness, joy, or love. She only knows pain, hurt, and evil. Her father hates her, this may seem very stereo typical, but everyone in the dark universe hates everything. No matter what.
Eben is different. He lives in the world without darkness, yet he's...dark. His skin isn't porcelain white, his hair jet black, eyes a deep shade of green. But in this world of light - this world of perfect - he has been accepted. His friends are genuine and his world is perfect. Everything Eben has ever experienced is surrounded by - and nearly suffocated in - love. There is no pain in his world, no hate, no fear. Our world strives for perfection, but can his stay that way?
What happens when Acadia starts to feel light creep into her dreams, she dreams of a guy with dark skin, hair as black as night and with eyes the color of the vase in her bedroom, some color that she vaguely remembers being call green or was it violet? What will happen if Eben starts to feel darkness, lashing out, hurting others, and doing the unknown, leaving his family... What about this strange girl he keeps dreaming about, with blond hair and bright blue eyes? Why does he feel the pain of beatings without ever being touched?
Parallel universes aren't suppose mix, right? But, what would happen if they did?
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There's a prophecy - a prophecy holding the fate of two worlds. On the edge of Lilah's field, at the twelfth hour of the fall of twelve, the three kings will unite, a daisy will be lost, or the worlds will be gone.
The Oracle tells me that I am bound to the prophecy. That I cannot alter or change it. That I'm destined to be greater than what I am, but I already knew that. I've known that since the age of five.
Now, can you guess who needs to die?
Death doesn't bother me. I will let the world burn if it means achieving my goals - because with every lick of the whip; he tore my flesh raw, as his laughter rang through the mansion, and my screams disturbed the heavens.
No one cared to help, no one listened - definitely not the Gods. So why should I?
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Eldora. A world woven together by magic. Cloaked in darkness and chaos, sin, and deceit. Where no one is innocent; where both hands - and teeth - drip with the blood of others.
And there is her.
A lone wolf, watching the world tear itself apart. Watching the chaos, the death, the destruction as she fights a far greater war, within her.
What's right and wrong? What's considered good and evil? Where does she stand in this enteral mystery, we call a universe?
Coated in darkness and pain, she questions the meaning of life and death, and her purpose in this world of infinite possibilities.
She finds only one answer: REVENGE.
WARNING - Contains abuse, suicidal thoughts, intense trauma, and erotic scenes. Please do not read if this is heavily triggering for you!