The Foreboding

Cursed of the Damned: The awakening 

Summary:15 year-old Ria has dreamed of becoming a violinist for an orchestra since she was a child. With her senior year of graduation approaching she received an invitation to audition at Julliard. Gio her best friend agrees to accompany her to New York, but also has an announcement that could possible having her to give up her dream for a bigger cause. Gio and herself without a choice must embark on a journey to fulfill an ancient prophecy to save an in-dangered mythical species an prevent a war from erupting into chaos that could also potentially end the existence of humans as well.

 Book 1: The Awakening

 L. Jaque

 Foreboding

 ~My dreams are but recollections of my past, I can neither control them nor alter them.~ 

Sadie was seated in her red recliner chair with a seldom look on her face and was very silent for a long time. I was unsure if I should even try to ignore her at this point, she would do whatever she wanted regardless of how I felt. 

" In the beginning of time, there were three types of Mani*: The Perfeysians*, The Icodelz* and The Vedilz*. During this time there were originally two types of worlds that The Mani lived in : Zelramel*and Decinopia*."

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I opened my eyes, as the memory of Sadie telling me a legend eons ago started to drift away from my eyes. Back then, I didn't believe her strange legend, just assumed it was drunken bullshit to get me to do something for her. Times like this make me wish I had a useful power like being f*****g physic or something.I had no extraordinary skills that would help me. No, I got below boring skills like: being book smart and chores. Come to think of it those aren't really useful skills, they're more like hobbies. So I spend my days sleeping and dreaming about my past. 

Back when I had an amazingly safe and dull life, I didn't dream all that much. I guess I never had enough imagination or time; that is until now anyway. My dreams are not of things my subconscious is telling me, but of involuntary memories which remind me of how I wasted my life. I never wished for change just as long as I had Sadie telling me what to do for the rest of my life. I'd be a shell of a person, but I would be fine eventually. It was a mantra I told myself every day. I knew deep down that I was not okay with what I was telling myself. I had big dreams of playing Violin in an Orchestra one day. 

 I looked around the cold and dim room. It was the same as it always has been for so long, that I've lost track of time. I really have no idea how long I've been here, maybe hours, days or even years. The cobble stone walls oozed black liquid. The vines and moss grew atop of one another like lovers, as they encircled the room from the ceiling to the floors. I could see very little. The only source of light was from the torches that seeped through the cracks of the door and the small barred window on the very top of the door. I listened carefully, to double check the time. If I heard shuffling, different voices and the door was wide open; it was late afternoon. In the early mornings I'd hear even stranger things. Things such as murmurs, chains rattling, iron bars banging and evil sounds; I would rather not know who or what it belonged to. At night I'd hear the snoring of whichever solider guarded my door, and the loud dripping of water from the cells next to me. 

At the moment, I could hear the shallow breathing, the familiar snoring pattern of Titan the eldest solider. I looked down in front of me to see a pile of unidentifiable substance that smelled editable, if I absolute needed to eat that is. My mind drifted toward other thoughts like when the f**k am I getting out here? Out of habit I suddenly had an insensible urge to clean the whole room, almost did if it weren't for my restraints. I pulled at the metal links around my wrist; they barely even made a sound. Did I forget to mention that both my hands and feet were chained to the wall, earlier? Silly me. Dehydration, starvation and torture will do some serious s**t to a girl's mind. My mouth felt of sand paper as I tried to call for the guard and I only managed to whisper. My throat hurt too much to yell so I relentlessly continued to pull at both the chains around my hands and feet hoping he would wake up. 

I smelled HIM creep into the room and I tried to stay completely still. He was not the man I hoped would enter the room; if anything I rather have a starving bear swap places with him. I'm 75% sure that I could handle a bear than the hooded man. He walked with grace, careful not to wander out of my line of vision. He wore a long rob, the color of blood, that swept the floor as he walked and his hood pulled forward hiding his face. I held my breath, kept my head low, averting my eyes, and thinking of unimportant repetitive things.

"Tell me where your Perfeysian is" His voice was like a ray of authority, I couldn't help but quickly look up. 

Before I could look down, he had pulled back his hood and his crimson eyes had met my frozen eyes. My stomach grumbled slightly breaking his hold on me, long enough for me to quickly look down at the slop of food again. I tried not to think of his pale skin like snow, eyes of velvet, and his beautiful long locks of black smoke. He was the perfectly alluring beast, and I could feel myself falling under his glamour. He grabbed my hand, to my horror, he broke my index finger and again I met his eyes. He smiled at the display of pain and fear on my face. His smile deepened and his psychotically sadistic behavior continued with him twisting my broken finger. I bit my lip, muffling my whimpering.

 I closed my eyes shut and hid the pain from him. He sighed with boredom as he wrapped his fingers around my middle finger, ready to break it at any given moment.I had to do something and I had to do it right now. 

"I still remember the first time you said you loved me, Ezra!" I choked out while he began tearing my middle finger.

 He quickly halted and slowly released my hand. I could feel his eyes on me. Carefully I opened my eyes to see his were dilated. His eyes always did whenever I struck a nerve. Okay I'm not sure if I'm in the clear, but at least he stopped breaking my bones. He blinked a couple of times, shrunk away from me slowly, towards the tray of food and wordlessly fed me. I dared not speak another word. I needed him to feed me, so I could return to my dream land; a place where he cannot hurt me.

 

"I did, a long time ago, Ria" He finally broke the silence. 

I quickly held my breath and braced myself. Ezra sounded angry, that usually meant, I done fucked up. He lit a cigarette with one hand, held the tray in the other as the smell of burning tobacco irritated my nose. I waited for his anger to finally explode. I always found it odd that he would dress in sophisticated attire almost like a king of the 13th century ;and yet ruin it with modern day cancer stick. He hissed at me with distaste, as he began invading my thoughts. He nearly suffocated me with smoke, serving as a distraction so he could get past my mental barriers. There was always that assumption that getting your mind read is like a trance feeling, it's really not. Well the Telepath has the option of making it painless for the victim, but in my case let's just say not so much. 

Having your mind read is like someone ripping a wound wide open just when it started healing again. 

"I gave you a home, wealth, safety and fought for you! You choose to f**** around with that disgusting Perfeysian slave of yours instead."  

He ripped further into my mind. He spoke angrily and each word seemed to brand themselves into my thoughts with searing pain. I cried out which only caused him to become even more infuriated. He grabbed my face so hard; I thought he would crush my skull with his bare hands. He released me once I had quieted and then sliced open the side of my cheek. 

"Did you conveniently forget that significant detail, my love?" He smiled as he licked the glistening gold liquid off of his retracted talons. It was revolting to watch him lick my blood until the last ounce was gone; but it was like watching a train wreck, hard to look away. I watched as his body shiver like a drug fiend, his eyes were heavy with desire as he began to savagely drink from my open wound. I could only idly watch him bury his fangs into my flesh to help the blood flow more evenly onto his fangs and tongue. I feebly tried pushing him back but the chains held my arms too far back out of my reach and I grew weaker as he continued suck from the wound. 

"Please, Ezra." I begged helplessly. 

"You turned out to be as worthless as the mutt race you're supposed to save." He whispered smugly as he watched me growing weaker by the minute. 

 He wasted no time in continuing to suck my blood from my laceration. I tried to pull my face away from his fangs but he used both hands to hold me still. My sight became a foggy haze, my body feeling like I was floating in an ocean somewhere far away. The force of the wave-like energy was tugging me in different directions and I was at it's mercy. He suddenly pushed himself several feet away, but he was already too late. I could only fight but for so long before my body went back into sleep mode. I heard Ezra try to wake me but I was too far gone to be bothered. My body had begun shutting down; it was unable to portray any draining sensory responses. The dream started like every other dream I've had. It was like a shattered memory, but so captivating, that I wanted to stay in this imperfect wonderland for an eternity.

Author's Note

Mani*-(ma-knee) Magic wielding creatures

Perfeysian*-(per-fay-gee-in)- small Elf like Fairies

Izodelz-(Ice-oh-dill- s)- Vampires

Vedilz- (Veh- Dill-s)- Demons

Zelramel-(Zell- Rah- Mell)- heaven

Decinopia-(Deci- no- Pee-uh)- Fairy world

Reviews

[Teresa Elde]

This is a really good idea, please continue to expand it for us, the only thing is that in the first two paragraphs you have a repetition about wanting useful powers. "Times like this makes me wish I had a useful power like being f*****g physic or something." Which I think is a great sentence tbh, just not as great the second time. :)