prologueA Chapter by Emilia Cole“The longer her soul stays the longer you may have control” Mural states,“And you may not have enough time to talk-”, She is cut off by an angry outburst from Hades,
“How you tempt the fates, you know very well I can’t keep her captive, for what revenge Poseidon would bring on me”
“But her mother died in birth, you will let the girl go eventually. Just don’t haste. Poseidon is weak” Mural interferes.
“No” Hades says firmly. Mural then sends him an evil glare. “My Lord.” Mural growls. Where am I? What am I doing here? Why can’t I move…? What's my name? Ah, it’s… Nurae.
“Hello, my dear” Hisses a sinister voice. Nurae feels the presence of the man, an evil, despicable man.
“Why do you reek of death? You are no friend and you seem to dislike me. I may not be able to see you, but I have an excellent sense of smell!”,Nurae says, slightly irritated by the scent grating at her nose. Many Years Later The world was too big. I grew too fast, and I lost the sense of myself I’d ever had… it felt so undignified, this world the reeked of death.
It was like, what the hell was my problem? Was it even my fault that even after fifteen years they still wouldn't let me see the surface…?
My dad was kind of the God of hell, you know, Hades the big man underground if you were terrible enough he might even decide on your eternal punishment.
I knew I wouldn't be seeing anything like daylight if my dad had any say (which he did).
So I could settle for rocking out in the home of heroes… you know Elysium the haven in hell since if you thought long and hard about it, if you saw it in hell you ruled out heaven.
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5 Reviews Added on January 4, 2017 Last Updated on January 14, 2017 AuthorEmilia ColeClayton,Watertown, NYAboutI am an aspiring writer but I am talented in Fiction,Fantasy. And poems 14 years of age more..Writing
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