Six months ago, White Mountain
They tossed her around among them. "Who wants the youngest of the fairy's little warriors?" one of the massive southern fairies shouted as he toyed with Prenah, ripping her luminous silky robes and pulling her hair. One of the cruel southern warriors struck her on the cheek with a closed hand, bringing blood from her olive skin.
The three warriors groped her, and she began to cry to them for mercy. She believed she had drunk a poison fairy from the ale she had from the valley's tavern; she was powerless. Her cries echoed through the White Mountain where they had brought her to play their cruel game, and to have their sick fun. They will have their fill first before they'll bring her to her end. That she knows.
Fairy's Cottage"Why do I smell blood?" Harry blurted."I guess what you smell was your link to Nathaniel, your cousin. But we will talk about it later. We have an important matter to discuss." Answered Lanah.Minutes later, in the fairy cottage, Chaney suggested that they will go to the dark mountains and look for Nathaniel. Prenah was given a task to gather some news from the valley, and Jeffrey had volunteered to send a message to their allies for the incoming war and Lanah agreed to stay. That night they slept with their hearts full of doubts and worries.The next morning the trio then started their journey, with swords, and the sundial on Chaney's satchel."Chaney, what is that for?" Asked Anna."Oh, this is for us to enter t
Human World's DRI BuildingThe blackness engulfed Anna's thoughts. Stretching out in front of her like a map, the unknown surveyed her anxieties, her strength, and her understanding. Even though her eyes were closed, she can't think of why; her heart was battling so hard, her mind was oddly empty. It was as if it had cleared a spike of adrenaline into her carotid. She leaped into the utter darkness, her breathing rate steadying yet with trembling limbs she opened her eyes.It opened like two searchlight beams, the new temporal inserts providing sufficient light to brighten whatever she looks at. It's like being shown the woods one tree at a time in some crazy memory game, but it's better than blackness.Her feelings were speeding up inside her head. She wants them to hinder her, so she can breathe, but
"Yes! I knew him, and he was a dear friend and a private researcher of DRI." Mr. Faiz gawked as his words brought no sign of contempt to Anna's face. Shocking how different this girl is from any other girl in his life. Mr. Camilton was a fortunate man."He told me to transfer all of you here in the DRI facilities before waking you up and put you to our brain-scanning equipment; to monitor and study your dreams, in fact, all of your dreams!" Mr. Faiz said, and then favored Harry with an exaggerated wink."What equipment? I didn't give any permission to any of those," Anna answered in a near panic voice, but there was no sign of resentment rather than awe, "...You guys are giving me a headache." She murmured and gave her a looped-sided grin. Smiling at herself l
Ten minutes later, Anna asked the two men to give her enough time to freshen up and get herself presentable. She went to take a shower and changed her clothes. She wasn't surprised when she opened the closet and found a pair of jeans, a woolen sweater, a nice pair of gloves, and a womens boots. Outside the door, Harry was waiting for her and together they went to the basement. His private office of DRI. In the elevator. Harry noticed her emotions were not easily suppressed on her innocent face. Her pain was apparent in the crease of her lovely brow and the down-curve of her full lips. But Anna's eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a lush green of restless freshness, a grass of unfortunate plight. A window! He realized that as he stared into her eyes, that he knew all the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this unpretentious little mortal: passion. Passion turne
After telling Mr. Faiz everything, he advised them to take a rest, he assumed their mind couldn't travel back again to the Moonland out of exhaustion. So the two decided to go home, but Harry suggested for them to go to his bachelor pad nearby a few blocks away from the DRI instead and she later agreed.His bachelor pad was welcoming from the open door to the wide hallway. Upon the sides were the photographs of his childhood, so loved by his mother. The floor was an old-fashioned parquet with a blend of deep homely light bareness, and the walls were the dark greens of summer gardens meeting a bold white baseboard. The banister was a twirl of a branch, tamed by the carpenter's hand, its grain flowing as water might, in waves of comforting woodland hues. Under the lamp-shine, it was nature's art, something that soothed right to t
After their dinner, the couple went to Harry's library and discussed their current dilemma. The library has a few high walls of old volumes, though mostly, they were now a sort of decoration to set the scene. One simply logs in through one's device and either reads or listens to one of the thousands of titles, including political science, engineering, mathematics, research manuscripts, and scrolls. Giving him the tea, and sitting on the chair in front of him, she didn't stop to marvel at the grandeur of the library. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Harry and Anna during their conversation. There was a misted-shadowed creature eavesdropping on their discussion. At that moment, the outside door's dark power faded and grew still like a machine that was powered down. All the bright airiness of the day faded, evil darkness fell over it like a velvet
After the unexpected kiss, the two stared at each other and both seemed unable to acknowledge what happened, "What the hell was that, Harry?" Anna asked him in a panic. "What? The kiss?" Harry smirked and looked down at her lips with an irritated frown before his eyes briefly went back and forth to her lips." Anna's head shot up at Harry's intense glare. However, the kiss they'd shared earlier was beyond her expectation. It didn't matter, she told herself, but she didn't need to contemplate how wonderful it was. Some things matter at most or least, but somehow she doesn't desire to think about it. Not yet. Her brain cleared, the feeling in her head came back, her vision blurring, and most of the nausea melted away. She felt light-headed. That kiss made her feel something more, besides she wasn't expecting more from Harry though. "Whatever happen
Lady Magda's Cottage Wasteland Nathaniel's eyes fluttered open, blinking against the soft dawn light. He glanced around, as he'd done many times before, but it was pointless, as it had been each time before. He was alone up here. There was no one around. Not a soul, human, or animal. Nothing at all, as far as the eye could see but the pungent stink of the air was making him dizzy, his stomach churning, unbelievable, repellent and, gut-wrenching, numbing foul stink. And that's when he saw the mysterious canyon, cutting across the wasteland terrain dead ahead of him with sadistic inevitability, a vast limestone trench snaking across the landscape like something from the dark Wild West movies, but this one was the black and way more apocalyptic scenario, the ones