Lahat ng Kabanata ng Terra Australis: Ethereal Secret : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Everyone only had a few hours of sleep before the sun started to rise again. Isuzu slowly got up on her bed as she woke up around her usual time. She looked at the wall clock on the side to look at the time. "6 o'clock," Isuzu whispered as she yawned while stretching her arms. She noticed something beside her, a large bag and a suitcase with a name-tag. She stepped out of her bed and approached the luggage. The name tag said, "To Ms Isuzu Harukawa." This regained her senses immediately. She opened the bag to see a new fresh set of clothes, some for everyday life and others for parties or balls. "Wait, these are all mine?" she asked herself and then looked back at the clock. "Oh no, Iowa!" she exclaimed. She rushed over to the window, and as she put aside the curtains, she shouted. "Iowa, wake up!" the bright light of the sun fell upon Iowa's closed eyes, instantly bolting her out of her bed."W-what?!" Yelled Iowa, half-asleep. "The general might be calling us anytime soon, we

An hour has passed in South Britain. The general was writing in the pages of a book as the silence of the room engulfed her.She could only hear the sounds of the tip of her fountain pen rubbing against the manila paper, the insects outside the room, and the ticking of her grandfather's clock.As she wrote continuously, she started to feel the ticking of the clock become louder as she kept on writing.She then started to recall vast memories, but then as it got more severe, she suddenly raised her head to the sound of someone opening the door.Caught in the moment, Matilda slipped, "Sonia?"Matilda took a second to get back up. She blinked her eye to see a soldier saluting her."Ma'am," he said before dropping his salute, "General d' Armee Camille Chevrolet of French Arctica wishes to discuss something with you immediately.""Oh," Matilda took a while to realise, "Where's he now?""In the lobby, waiting. General Camille said it's very urgent and mustn't be announced in public." answere

“Right, that’s the last of them!” Shouted Iowa as she carried her last case into the carriage. Isuzu climbed in, taking all the clothes and essential items she was given. Iowa hoisted herself up and sat beside Isuzu as Celeste approached the two, “All set?” She asked. The two nodded as they hugged some of the luggage. Celeste nodded and approached the driver’s seat. She sat down and drove away.The gates opened before them as the guards saluted Iowa as soon as they noticed she was inside the carriage. Iowa saluted back they passed through the black iron gates with the South British coat of arms engraved in the middle of them.They exited the building and turned right. For the first time, Isuzu has seen what capital looks like. She looked to her right to see huddles of houses made with brick complete with balconies and windows for every room and to her right were tall black fences that separated the main government building from the surrounding places and shops. Beyond those fences

I was running in a world so dark; so coldA world which felt like a prison A world voided of meaning and comfortA world that ran parallel to Terra Australis  I was running in a world so eerie; so mysteriousA world whose floor is nothing but stone filled with water that got deeper with every stepA world that will snatch you of calm and reasonA world that reflected true silence I was running in a world so dark; so desolateA world that kept secretsA world that covered its true purpose beneath its aquatic sheetsA world that hid overwhelming power I was running in a world of pure darknessA hidden wonder of Terra AustralisA world where I have become its god Solemn Reveries of Terra Australis; A Dark, Desolate World-Gen. Matilda Foster

A thick fog covered the desolate woodlands outside the capital of South Britain, New London. As fireflies huddled around the tall grass and leaves, beneath the surface of the forest hid a small cottage made of ordinary wood and metal sheets.As the roosters sang their morning hymn, one of the people inside got up their bed and went outside the house. She yawned as she approached an open campfire where the flames of yesterday disintegrated the little twigs it had left. She spaced out for a few seconds before kneeling in front of the campfire. The ground beneath it covered in ashes which reflected the silver-coloured hair of the lady as she gently placed her hand on one of the twigs, burned to a crisp.After yawning one last time, her red eyes started to glow as the surrounding ground around her start to vibrate. As the chicken called once more, the twig began to take back its original shape and size, not only that but also with the other twigs inside the campfire. Slowly regenerating a