Chapter 1! (unedited)
Autumn ran around in the darkness, her heart thumping hard in chest with worry.
Stop, she told herself, where are you?
She stopped looking around, straining her eyes in the dark. She could see nothing but thick blackness surrounding her.
Don’t look with your eyes, her head told her.
She closed her eyes and reached out with her magic. She sensed she was not outside, and knew she was in something, but what? She reached out further searching for earth life.
“It’s all long dead,” a voice said behind her.
“If only we listened to their warning,” another voice said beside her. It sounded familiar. “It was your choice, and death would have been better.”
She heard silent weeping lost in the darkness. “I should have listened.” Autumn held her breath, and felt her heart shrink into her stomach. She knew that voice. The weeping continued, and she wanted the voice to speak again. Her ears must have been playing tricks, because it can’t be. She wanted herself to be wrong.
“It is my fault,” the voice said through the darkness.
Her voice, older, sadder.
Her hand went to her mouth. “No.” Her own voice muffled by her hand. Her knees felt weak underneath her.
“Yes,” a voice replied so close to her ear that she could feel warm breath on her neck. Rot swelled her senses, and her stomach heaved. “You killed us, and locked the rest of us in a prison.”
She knew this voice too, and shook her head. “You’re okay,” she said weakly as something slimy grabbed her arm tightly. The touch of the rotting skin against hers made her want to scream but she didn’t want to see who the hand belonged to.
Slowly her head turned. She wanted to close her eyes, but they wouldn’t listen to her. At first she couldn’t understand what she was seeing, and then the figure came into focus. Dingy black hair and dead brown eyes, not cold, but dead. The face she had been so used to seeing every morning since they’ve been together. She shook her head stepping back.
“No, No,” she repeated over and over again and took another step back. She walked into something fleshy.
She turned her head and the corpse smiled. His teeth broken and black, she had seen those teeth before in a dream. “You did this,” River said.
“You did this to us all.” Rowan raised his black rot filled hand and moved it close to her so she could see better. “Look what we’ve become because of you.”
Laughter filled her head, it wasn’t Rowan’s, but a cold laughter she had heard once before. Light lit the darkness, and she saw she was standing in a cave. The people who belonged to the voices were gone, but zombie Rowan and River stood still watching with their dead eyes.
“It’s not you, this is a dream,” she whispered close to tears trying to will herself to wake up.
“Are you so sure?” Arawen asked, his voice low and sensual, as he walked out of the shadows.
“Go away!” She yelled at him.
“You speak so to your king?” He walked to her, and reached out touching her hair, petting her, as if she were a dog. “Your God, your only hope at living.” His silver eyes penetrated hers, and she could feel the stirring of magic.
Calmness filled her as he continued. “You are not my god,” she said placidly.
“I will be my element of Earth. You will help me live.” He wrapped his hand in her hair and tugged gently.
She called for her energy and as he tightened his grip. “This is not real!”
“But it is, or will be.” Arawen bent towards her neck. She knew as soon as his lips touched her whatever magic he was using would seal a spell. “You should give in my pet, and help me freely.”
She released her energy, the living pulse of green light flared brightly. Her magic pushed Arawen away with such force, he took a handful of her hair as he hit against the cavern wall.
“No!” She ran into the darkness. Darkness was better than being in the light with the zombie Rowan, River and the King of the Underworld.
His voice followed her laughing. “You will.”
With Arawen’s vision over he knew Earth had awakened from her dream. “My, My. It seems my little witch is getting more powerful each day.”
He sat with his bare leg draped over one of the throne arms staring off into space. His thoughts troubled him. I have to get to them, but how? He thought of the witch’s friends, and an evil smile lit his handsome face.
“Orran!” He called as he scooted to sit normal.
The short red hunter tunic moved with him as if it was part of him, barely flashing anything hidden underneath. The little creature of his bidding ran up to him, and bowed his head to the floor. Orran, his best slave, stood three feet tall. He looked at its clothes with disgust. If you can call them that, they looked more like rags. Filthy dirt colored rags that barely hid any of his body.
“Yes master,” Orran said in a thick slithering voice as he dropped to his knees in front of the throne.
“Call the Hounds.”
Fear from the other slaves ran through the room lighting his body on fire. He fed off it. He liked his lips. The feeling almost made him dizzy, like having some good mead. How he missed the pleasures of the real world. When he takes over the earth he would drink, eat meat, release himself in a harem of unwilling flesh, and makes bodies bleed.
“B-but sir.” He paused eyes dropping to the floor. “The hounds have not been called since the days of old.”
His mood shifted, and he glared down at the fairy. All the other slaves in the room felt the change and slunk into the shadows. “Did I ask for a history lesson?”
Orran smashed himself to the cavern floor. “No master, sorry, sorry. I call hounds!”
Arawen waited a few seconds. “What are you waiting for?”
Orran jumped to his little hairy feet. He turned and let out a high pitch whistle that the King could not hear, but the other fairies did. His smile came back as he watched them wince and squirm as they looked around waiting to see where the hounds would enter.
There came loud howling as the doors to his entrance room busted open and four giant white dogs bounded in. They paused sniffing the air, growling, as huge pools of drool puddled at their feet. They advanced towards the fairies making them all shrink into the walls.
“Welcome my friends,” Arawen said loudly greeting the dogs. The head dog walked up to the god, growling, it stopped, and looked up at him. He reached down, and pet its red ears.
“I have a job for you. Regretfully, it is work for only one, but I will let you all out to play when the ones task is done.” He bent over whispering into the dog’s ear. The dog howled loudly showing it understood, and ran to the large oak door. Arawen laughed watching the dog leave. “Orran, let my dogs play. They will need a handful of evil souls to chase, and when the other comes back I want to know.” His eyes rolled up to the ceiling. “It will be fun to hunt on the surface once more.”
Stefan sat up in bed covered in sweat. “What a dream,” he said out loud. He looked around his room, waiting for something spooky to jump out at him.
Fuck this, he thought.
Tomorrow he was going to ask Autumn for a nightmare cure. He lay back, and tried remembering his dream. He felt hungry.