chapter 1: Misplaced Territory

Loraine's POV

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. My eyes damped and my face was completely pink. Another new set of sobs trace them selves back to me. Yesterday's event kept on replaying in my head, I can still see the action in front f me. My parent corpse vanished almost simultaneously as my tears dropped on them. They took them away from me and I couldn't do anything. They were some kind creepy looking creatures and barged into our house sucking out the life from my parents. I took one last look at the place I will once call home. I have to go to grandma Georgia I can't stay here.

'I guess going is the best option' I thought and walked out of the house.

I kept on walking everywhere was quiet only for me to get into a battlefield. Buildings were smashed, roads were crumbled creating a non-existence of bridges. I kept on walking carefully even though I got hurt quite a lot of time. Slowly the sun was beginning to set and the environment was getting hazy.

I feel a sudden push, only to realize that am sinking into earth. I tried screaming but all in vain. Things started to settle only for gravity to instantly revive dropping me hard on the floor.

I perceived fresh blood, my throat getting dry I don't know what has been happening with me lately getting urge the drink blood especially in biology practicals at school. I once told my best friend the urge I get but she simply replies

' maybe just part of your curiosity girl sure enough give it a try' with a smirk plastered on her face.

I looked around the new environment to meet a gorgeous meadow of rare roses. I struggled to stand up when two large figures appeared in front of me. They placed their swords around my neck. But it feels wrong, like I have seen them somewhere. Something flashed in their eyes and my vision started to get blurry. My breath slowing down its pace.

'Who are you people' I struggled to ask between heavy breath.

'Explorers' they replied someone has said that to me but I just can't remember the exact image. I opened my mouth to reply then my breath suddenly seized.

Lazarus POV

It has been almost 500 years and we are still yet to find her. They the disgustingly nag creatures ( humans) took her away from me. I have been suffering from insomnia and mate-stricken. Both worlds are at war they broke the deal and we don't forgive, it is our nature to always seek for revenge it's what satisfies us. I walked out of my private chamber not forgetting to take me pills I guess am in a good mood today.

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'Your majesty' they all stood up and greeted.

'You may all seat' I said shortly and sat down.

'We all know that our men are low on weapons and we are growing shortage on food, so what are your suggestive ways on how to curb this issues' I inquired.

' Your Majesty if we increase the rate of invasion in the human world then our problem on food can be deduced' said Damien, the special advisor on community.

'No, we can't do that and up till now have you not found the race that is invading the dirty creatures' I spat out the word with anger.

' Your Majesty, if we do that too and some kind of problem occurs like birth rate or our kinds mixing up with the humans. Recently reported the humans are taking in sample of our kinds on how to wipe us once and for all' said Micheal the head in research and technology.

' Your Majesty, what if we get more radioactive elements since we are high in this elements and for food we can reside to animals for the mean time' said Ace the head in Economic and infrastructural industries.

Letting out a sigh, thinking of all their opinions .

' I think we should all go with Ace, I mean whatever we do we have to hold our prove and evidences of our action' I replied shortly both really the type that love talking.

One of my guards came in

' we have an intruder admits us but she seems different from the others' he whispered. Giving him a short nod and left immediately.

I hate intruders they always bring problems, cause it or make one but if lucky die. I mind linked the head of my guards to wait for me am coming out. I stood up from my chair and walked out .

I felt my body tense up as if feeling nervous. Walking pass several hallways and taking crazy sharp turns. I passed several different sculpture by different ancient architects, the Ancient Greek master himself and most especially my mothers'. I paused looking at a drawing to be specific my mother's own.

She painted Caravaggio the Young Sick Bacchus in his first years in Rome. I could clearly remember she would say

'I think it's very personal and perhaps self-aware that Caravaggio portrays himself as the god, Bacchus, who represented wine harvest, ritual madness, fertility, and religious ecstasy, and was associated with drunkenness and indulgence'.9 Mar 1900 signed below the picture

When I asked her why she drew it she always said

' sure our death is knocking but I want you to remember whenever you look at the picture ,be like Caravaggio , picture yourself as the God of Aren their father but remember without her you are nobody to all but sure she will come but not easy for she will be gone'

My father and I were not that on good terms due to the abuse he does on my mother. He thinks the females are of weak gender and are only our toys.

I can still remember the ilwani's attack in our palace. That was when I lost everything my father, mother and the source of my light mate.

Remembrance of the word mate hurts me a lot. The countess court had summoned me a week before that if I don't provide them a queen in less than five days then I would be like Alexandra.

The king who held history of losing his mate and refused to take another bride. After that different races in our world said he had to die because they can't live with out the queen. And so he was beheaded. My eye sight was draining. I let out a sigh, I am have no another phantasmagorical thinking.

Author's. Note

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