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
Outside the cave, Harry and Anna started their journey back to the dark forest. After a day of nonstop traveling, they reach the foot of the forest. Somewhere in there was the dark river they needed to pass to get to the Wasteland, and so their feet followed the unreasonable strip of naked earth among the ogres of root and scrubs. The dusk of the woods and the sounds of the foreign creatures wailing around the wilderness were enough for the human to return to its paths and never come back. They have been here before with Chaney but still, this darkness was giving Anna a shiver. "Why are we here by the way? Is this a shortcut?" Asked Harry. "This is the same Dark forest, Harry. But somehow it keeps on changing. I don't know. Chaney said this forest will give you enough hallucination and knowing that we don't have sundial with us. I hope we
Looking at Nathaniel walking towards them made Anna anxious, he stepped like a lion, like a predator cornering its prey, Anna gaped at him. Both were shocked. She wanted to be strong. Not for the sake of Harry or even for the sake of saving Nathaniel, but for her good. This was something she wanted to do for herself, for the Moonland, finding answers, and so, she approached numerous options to either run for their lives or approached Nathaniel and fight him. He looked different and appeared like he wasn't in control of his mind. Anna knew this was Lady Magda's doing or someone else sinister than her. Maybe running wasn't an option. ***** Ten Years Ago Back in London, when she was still a teenager, she approached her friends and asked them to help her with her problem, most refused outright. Some were very rude, s
Leon the troll and Anna traveled to the other side of the Wasteland. The elevation rose into the blue, and uneven gray face of the mountain most remarkable any Anna had ever seen. She pulled her eyes to the sky, touched fingers to her lips, and offered a kiss heaven-bound. The trail snaked around the top of a mountain with a sheer drop to the right. She believes they were somewhere in the far end of this land, and there should have been an endless wasteland view, but the rain and the fading light had obliterated it. A few trees curled out of the party of the hill with leaves as hard as thorns. Behind her, below her, ahead of her, it was all the same. Suddenly, she glimpsed an eagle on the tree, into the distance like it was contemplating something reasonably dark, if it wasn't just a bird in the early fall sunshine, its feathers were as shiny yet It looks at her intently, giving her goosebumps. Warning her for something.
Since their meeting, Anna has been coming back and being with Leon and David on their many journeys, David has been training her with swords and how to fight properly like a warrior and now she is 18 years old. "Oh, fuck it! I'm dying David can we please stop for a moment.” She begged. A month of training and she had been cursing the gods. Her body had been bruised all over, bleed, and healed many times, still, David and Leon wouldn't even give her a minute of rest. Yes, she was part goddess, but she was also part human. Can he not realize that? “In a real battle, your enemy won't ask you for a rest, young lady, you should remember that.” “Can I just shoot him with your gun, so it won't fucking hurt this much, oh shit! my bloody foot.” The wind knocked out of her again as she landed squarely
Present time Anna knew she was anxious when those primitive fears ran through her head when she withdrew the taunting conversation of years past, her encounter with Leon and David when she was a skinny teenager and alone. She regarded it as beautiful memories and that past cut loose their chains and seize her courage, crushing the life she'd built since those darkened times, but she wished she could remember what David asked him to remember ages ago. She missed him so badly and yet those memories were vague. The doubt comes most when Anna is pessimistic and has no other opportunities than to relinquish her deepest fears and be overwhelmed by the way of the time she seeks it most. So, even as her thoughts plummet into that void and the rope ladders burn, she settles down her strengths and curls up where it was darkened and warm. S
Anna was furious now, and yet her fire was the most glamorous weapon of them all. It flickers with all its honor; maybe that was why she was so delighted with it. The passion along with the welcoming feel of it bestows, but as she approaches it deep inside her, it snarls and bites. Her inner demons were trying to emerge and want her to acknowledge its darkness. She knew everything she loved could be gone in a minute, because of single mischief. That was why the fire inside her fought for freedom. So warm, so wonderful, so welcoming. The compassionate perfection of fire. She turned her gaze towards Nathaniel, she wanted to devour him with her fire; she needed to slay him, to finish him. One minute she just snapped. All that resentment came out faster than magma and just as dangerous. It absorbed all that she was, so under that ordered world. She