Marpessa Dawn Old Novels & Stories

GRACE'S POV I was determined to prove that I was really under anesthesia and I was only imagining things, so I immediately packed the bag I recognised as an old bag of mine and left my work station. I was waiting for the elevator when someone came and stood beside me. I didn't bother turning to look since I was only being delusional. “Grace? Are you going home?” A male voice asked. I immediately turned to look at the person and I had to hold in my gasp, because standing beside me was Ethan Adams. Yes, the same Ethan who died in my timeline.

“Tab’s maxed out. You’re officially in debt to the universe.” We docked at a derelict pier hours later, the sky bruised purple with dawn. Dawson scouted ahead while the rest of us huddled in a bait shack that reeked of dead crab. Julia prodded a rusted hook with her boot. “Charming. Is this your idea of a five-star resort, Don Wallace?” “It’s temporary,” I said, too tired to bite. “Everything Is temporary,” Ace murmured, his back to me as he watched the tree line. “Including mercy.”

Faris I can't believe I fucked up so bad. I can't believe that I forgot about the rehearsals, by the way it was our final rehearsal before the big performance tomorrow and I fucked up by not coming on time. We were to shift studios and get our instruments on time to this new studio and finally start our jamming session.

Tristan was right. “Who are the names again?” Dawn asked, inspecting the records. From the looks of it, it seemed like no one was cleaning this place anymore. “River?” “Melissa Dove. Robert Dove. And Tristan Camp,” I answered. I memorized those names like the back of my hand. “Got it.” “Thank you, Dawn.” “Don’t mention it. You helped me once. I will return the favor, River.” It was a wise decision that Dawn was here. She could read faster than me.

Which is why I take a deep breath and venture gently. “Dawn... you know you and Jenna are my oldest friends, right? Before we met Lala and the rest of the crew. We go way back. Since we were kids.” Dawn lets out a breath. “Just go straight to the point.” Jeez, calm your horses, woman. I say that part in my head.

Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.

At least with Amaris, he can hide me using his magic. We rode to his giant crow to reach Kuu's cave. The morning view of the ocean was more spectacular than at night. The dark ocean glimmers with the morning sun. I could see groups of dolphins playfully jumping out the water. I wonder if they have mermaids here too. I wanna ask Amaris but he seemed so serious ever since we left his cabin. He appears to be in deep thoughts and I guess it's all about his weird memories. I'll just ask him sometime when I get the chance. But I doubt it. Probably everything will change once we figure out what is really written in that journal.

“Just tell me where I am!” “Okay then” he then started look serious as he was preparing to tell something. “This is the other world. The Inhabitants of this Land call this world Beaume. Compared to your original world, it is not as advanced and modern as you might expect. It’s approximately about halfway through what your world calls the medieval age. This is the time period of war between dominant countries and war against demon creatures.” He explained. He snapped his left hand, and in an instant, brought a cup out of nowhere. He sipped a little before he continued.

I asked her. Lucella sighed, “the sea reminds him of a person he says he hates the most, and also the one he once loved the most.” “Loved her? Who?” “Dawn. The woman you resemble so much. She came to the palace through the sea in a pirate ship. She started working in the palace as a maid. She was unnoticed for a few years, but one day she encountered Amor’s father…” Lucella stopped as if she realised something. “Actually, I am not qualified to talk about her because I don’t know the details. I know only what rumours say and what I saw on the surface.”

Seven billion consciousnesses returning to existence all at once. With nowhere to return to. She looked at Dawn. Dawn was awake. Had been awake for the last minute at least, lying still with her eyes open, listening to a conversation she couldn't possibly understand with ears that were four days old. The mark on her shoulder blazed back to full silver. "Oh," Petra said. "Oh no." Dawn's hands came up. Both of them. Flat palms facing up. The posture of someone holding something. The warmth in the chamber intensified.