Pasta

There was never a dish like pasta in my kingdom, so the first time I had it was during my first week living with Orik. He made something that he called spaghetti, and it was delicious! I never knew you could take such limited sources and these primitive devices to create something so divine!

It was almost better than dragon hearts, my favorite meal (although it was rare, since dragons are our allies, we only eat dragon hearts when one of our warriors have fallen or they have passed from old age). I do not require food unless I am trying to gain magical strength, which is why I eat dragon hearts and fairy wings (fairies shed their wings every decade and grow new ones), but once I tasted spaghetti, I decided that eating regularly would not be so bad.

By far, my favorite human meals contain pasta. The fun shapes and the amount of flavor a dish with pasta can have draws me in. It could be as bland or flavorful as you desire, you can make it healthy or you can make it very fattening, and it will always be delicious. The ability to do something like this is an art to me, and my overall opinion of this simple human dish is that we should all adopt it into our diets.

Pasta

Betrayal

I never realized just how clueless the human race is. We can have entire wars, the battles raging around them, the wounded soldiers sleeping in their houses and feeding on their livestock, and yet, not a single human caught on long enough to inform the world that there are gods and goddesses.

The Angels war lasted for a thousand years, and I made many friends amongst my supposed enemies. It was never my decision to enslave them, not in my interest to hold them back from their happiness.

Fighting for the angels while maintaining the trust of my beloved kingdom was a constant struggle. My own brother –the boy that I grew up playing with, the boy who told me all of his secrets, the boy who was supposed to help me and rule alongside me- despised me.

Imagine my surprise and the sheer terror that I experienced when I met his lover for the first time. Adrian had been keeping their relationship a secret, and at first, I thought it was because he is gay. I assured him that the kingdom would be proud of their young leader, regardless of sexuality, but he never did tell them.

I started becoming suspicious when I realized that they never met within the city of Platt, or even on the spiritual plane. He would arrive home, pretending to be tired, hiding their notes in his inner coat pocket. I nearly begged him to let me meet this mystery man, but he would just look away, his shaggy dark hair falling into his face, and he mumbled, “In time, in time.”

My brother has the opposite powers of me so that we may keep the balance of the earth together. That being said, the god of death and decay is not required to look the part. My brother has always been rather handsome, though a bit pale, but healthy in size and shape. His eyes are a deep shade of red, a striking color against the paleness of his skin and the darkness of his hair. A color of Life, and Vitality.

I started to notice the difference when my brother started to look thinner and more fragile, and the paleness was less the color of a sculpture and more the color of a corpse. His eyes changed too, darkening and becoming almost black, and when I would look into his eyes –which was rare because he never met my gaze anymore –they were so hollow.

It was mid-festival of springtime, and he hadn’t appeared before the kingdom as he should have. My heart was racing as I scrambled around to find him, afraid that something terrible had happened to him, concerned about his current state of health. I saw him then, letting in a cloaked figure.

I rushed to meet them, rushed to stop them, and was greeted by an angry, hollow shell that somewhat resembled my brother and a very tall, very handsome, and very human man. His smile made my heart flutter, yet there was something uncanny about him. He grabbed me hard by the wrist –it shouldn’t have hurt me, he is only mortal –and escorted me inside with my brother.

“I have long awaited our meeting.” He paced back and forth in front of me. “But I can’t say I was ready to do this so soon.” His face was now inches from mine, and I could see the storm raging in his soul. “I’m going to turn this place around because you have ruined it. And I am going to kill you one day, sometime soon, but not today.”

Without much of a warning, two of the guards, my guards, my friends, took me to the edge of the city. My brother watched on, emotionless, or perhaps helpless, as I pled with them to just let me be. I could see the struggle in their eyes, the sheer terror. They were no longer in control, and I had to accept my fate.

They threw me down from Platt, and I landed in the middle of Aigon forest. I was laying there for days, healing my wounds and my broken heart. Once I was able, I stood, and I wandered throughout the forest, until I met the people that I now call my family. That’s how I got here.

 

Betrayal

A Nightmare

This morning, I was so tired that I felt drawn to my bed, so I went to my bed and I laid down. It was 9 am, and I was a bit restless at first, but I soon fell asleep. I started to dream about nice things, like moving with my family into a bigger, better house. There was an enormous flat screen tv and an open floor plan downstairs. The couch took up half of the room, but it was very comfortable. My father was being rather ornery, and everything was alright.

Then, I saw a reflection in the window that didn’t belong to either of us. I was then attacked by a cat that I didn’t know was in the house. I got up and ran, assuming the others were with me, although I never saw an indication that they were. As I ran, I saw my dead relatives and family friends, such as my great-grandparents, my aunt, and one of the previous owners of the house we currently live in.

I suddenly opened my eyes and I was in my room, with a horrible face inches from my own. I tried to scream, and I thought I could hear myself screaming but I also didn’t feel myself scream. I tried to reach for a heavy object on my nightstand and throw it, but I couldn’t move. I lay there for a long time, it felt, and suddenly, my eyes snapped open and I sat upright, trying to shake the feeling of eyes on me. It was 10 am. I did everything I could to stay awake.

A Nightmare

Artifacts

  • Sol’s dagger: Supernatural eternal prison
  • Crystal goblet: reveals dreams of others and the truth
  • Wooden goblet: poisons drinkers
  • Golden goblet: Doubles magical strength
  • Leviathan scales: invisibility
  • Book of spells: spellcasting and spellbinding
  • Book of Fate: tells the fate of the reader
  • Love potion: Incorrectly named. Creates an unnatural and hypnotic dependency to the maker of the potion, while slowly draining the drinker’s powers.
  • Morph crystal: Changes you into your inner creature.
  • Soldier of shadow: Will fight in favor of someone pure of heart-unkillable.
  • Bitter rocks: dissolvable pellets of poison that can kill thousands with one “rock” in the water supply.
  • Mirror shard: shows your true self.
Artifacts

The Winning Stroke

Oracle stood before the open window in the palace, solemnly and quietly saying his goodbyes to Platt. He looked to the temple and said his prayers to Luna that Nathaniel would not succeed.

Turning to the scroll lain across his room’s table, he readied his pen and began to write. He wrote of the impending doom of the kingdom that he had come to love. He wrote of all of Nathaniel’s secrets.

When he finished, he made a map of Aigon, and marked on the map all of the places that he his essential relics. He knew that Nathaniel’s power wavered in the presence of such relics.

He then marked all of the places that he hid the artifacts that could be used as a weapon against Nathaniel and his army. Once the map was drafted, he rolled it and the scroll together, and sent a pigeon to deliver it to a human that lived in Aigon.

This human would later find Anika and deliver the information to her so that she could find the artifacts before Nathaniel could.

Oracle walked back to the edge of the window and looked over the ledge to see how far it was down. After a deep breath, he resigned to his fate.

The Winning Stroke

25 Main Laws of Platt (Pre-War)

  1. You may not show humans into the city.
  2. One must always be kind to the royals.
  3. One must respect experts in their areas.
  4. Do not reveal the most sacred places in Platt to an outsider.
  5. It is illegal to own an angel.
  6. Pets must have magical properties if you wish to have them in Platt.
  7. Do not intentionally kill large masses of humans.
  8. Always be in favor of learning.
  9. Dark magic can only be performed by a priestess.
  10. The future is to be a secret.
  11. Plattian is the only language that can be spoken in the temple.
  12. Vegan diet is only for the sacred.
  13. You may only cut your hair once a year.
  14. You must petition the queen before assembling an army.
  15. You must petition the king before marriage.
  16. All creature marriages are to take place in the temple.
  17. Only light Gods/Goddesses are allowed in the innermost temple.
  18. Only linen can be worn in the temple.
  19. All contracts are to be signed in blood or are otherwise invalid.
  20. If you live for longer than a year outside of Platt, you may not return.
  21. Every Plattian must know how to read Plattian.
  22. Always have a backup power storage artifact on your person.
  23. Do not kill animals unapologetically.
  24. Do not question the judgement of the royals.
  25. The Royals are the Ultimate Law.
25 Main Laws of Platt (Pre-War)

Dear Anika

My dear sister, I am so sorry for what I’ve done. I’ve fallen prey to an ancient predator, one you could not imagine. He’s going to be difficult to fight, but I believe in you. I always did.

If anyone can end his reign of terror before it begins, it is you, Anika.

I’m not sure you’ll get this, and I’ll likely be dead when you do. Just know this, the day they kill me is the day our good city falls. If we cannot restore the balance, none shall enter.

Swiftly, dearest sister.

Kill that sonofabitch.

Dear Anika

Book Passage One

I never had the intention of sending the world into a downward spiral, a mass of rioting, an unbalanced place. I never meant for him to die. I just wanted to be a mother.

In the depths of my despair, the most beautiful streak of light dropped in front of me from the heavens, and two beings even greater than myself stood before me. I thought that they would bring about a Golden era to our Silver Plattian rule. So I raised them as my own, and the masses were none the wiser.

But things just… Aren’t ever that simple. He had to die, and I wish I’d had a warning. So I sent a keeper of fairies to retrieve the Oracle, and he came to me, bringing me the Book of Fate for my life and those before me. He came to stay with us, leaving the keeper in charge of the books, and I forever worried about the future.

Book Passage One

Character Directory

Direct Plattian Line

Luna Goddess of creation and creativity; married to Sol; mother of the twins Anika and Adrian.
Sol God of war and of kings; husband of Luna; father of twins Anika and Adrian
Anglios God of hunting and animals; married to Liola; father of Kitty/Kitten
Anika Goddess of health and fertility; married to Otirik; mother of twins Estrella and Auditore
Adrain God of destruction and decay; love interest is Nathaniel
Estrella Goddess of maturity and age
Auditore God of flight and freedom; love interest is Angel Prince, Neko

 

Indirect Plattian Line (demigods)

Liola A beautiful Neko woman; sorceress; mother of Kitty/Kitten; married to Anglios
Kitty/Kitten Neko demigoddess and sorceress; mother of Emily; married to Slenderman
Emily Neko demigoddess; warrior and slender; mother of Sapphire; dating Josh
Sapphire Neko demigoddess; ultimate weapon;

Mother of Burrito; unmarried (father unknown)

Burrito (Bo) Neko demigod; warrior and sorcerer; father of Caprella and “mother” of Bobo; engaged to Taco
Caprella Neko demigoddess and dragon warrior
Bobo Alter-dimensional child of Burrito and Taco
Tem Digit Neko psychic; history fanatic; widowed; father of Dylia
Dylia Neko sorceress; last living Plattian; love interest Yhorm; deceased before reproducing

 

Unrelated (not a relative of the generation they are from)

 

Oracle Sorcerer and fate
Nathaniel Evil human, specialties are lying manipulation; love interest of Adrian
Otirik Half angel, half demon, with slight regenerative properties; married to Anika
Zaika The angel queen, mother of Neko
Neko Angel prince and key weapon in most fights
Akito Neko’s evil brother, one whose power nearly parallels Nathaniel’s
Slenderman Come on, everyone already knows what he can do, married to Kitty
Josh Bionic human, married to Emily
Orion Mute angel boy, father of Emily’s child Sapphire
Jasper, Michael, Gabriel, Lucifer, Alexander, and Jacob Orion’s six brothers, all equally interesting, but not as important
Valu Last remaining fairy prince and at one point, a lover of Neko’s
Taco, Tac Nayn and Nyan Cat Indescribable, mysterious brothers, living separately but together, recycled through life over and over again. Taco is engaged to Burrito.
King Burrito’s half brother, best friend, and worst enemy. Nathaniel’s son. Mated to Della.
Della Caprella’s ex-battle dragon and mother of Burtal, Yorum, and Capi.
Ty Anthropomorphic friend of Bo’s, Neko’s last lover
Bruja A cursed witch who attaches herself relentlessly to unsuspecting customers who are looking to buy pretty masks from her souvenir shop
Mos A powerful mask enthusiast and hardcore stalker of King
Burrodilla Technically Plattian, but does not exist in the timeline of the universe that we follow. Female version of Burrito and true mother of Bobo
Emrel Leviathan or sea serpent. He’s friendly though. Mated to Sehla the fish.
Sehla the fish An attractive fish who loves to make people feel good
Yhorm From one of the Dark Souls games, takes on a different tone, and has a magical necklace that can make him human
Dylia (reincarnated) Dylia in her new body, completely human
Dylain Dylia’s son, an infant in the current timeline
Mia Yhorm and Dylia’s daughter, who grew up to look just like her father.

 

Character Directory

Side Stories # 5: The New Baby

Kitten was desperate to feel like a real family, and everyone poked fun at her for such. As a child, despite her magical properties and obvious tie to the most royal of them all, she did not seem to care for combat, nor was she swayed by money and shiney objects. She just wanted a family. Annoyed by this, her parents did not follow her when she left just before her sixteenth birthday. Anglios, the God of Hunt, and Kitten’s own father, denied her.

Here she lay, next to her husband, whom she was sure would be beaming had he possessed a face, holding her three day old daughter. She was beautiful from the minute Kitten laid eyes on her, with the signature Plattian traits, and also sharing a few traits from her father. But there was this nagging feeling in the back of her mind. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Later that night, after putting Emily to sleep, she pulled out her journal and took a look inside to refresh her memory of the future she was said to fulfill. She was greatly displeased with what she saw…

 

Side Stories # 5: The New Baby

The Silence of Aigon

Plattian rule began eons ago, before the sun had ever risen before on the earth, before we started to build fires and hunt animals, until we started building empires and hunting each other. The Plattian Gods were kind to us, but we knew little to nothing about them, and they liked that secret. But one day, the royal heirs to the throne were torn apart at the seams, by none other than a human. This human was a vile, deceitful one, hellbent on finding a cure for his own mortality, and destroying all that humanity had created, masked as the same Gods that had let them build in peace.

But the great queen Anika was no match for this man, and she killed him. Unfortunately, her fate was already sealed. Her eventual death would bring a suffering and slow fall of the kingdom, and the rest of the royal Plattian line. High above the forest of Aigon, whereupon the city of diety sat, there was silence. Complete silence.

The Silence of Aigon

The House

Anika woke to the sound of crickets and an eerie howl in the distance. She didn’t know how long she had slept, but it was night, and she needed to find shelter until morning.

She picked up Otirik’s blanket and chose a direction to start walking. Not long after, she saw the warm glow of a little house, almost on the line between Aigon and the Forest of Souls. As she approached the house, she could hear the news on the television.

“Since this morning, there have been two earthquakes, killing almost five hundred and counting. A raging wildfire is sweeping across the countryside, and experts say, with the wind patterns, it looks to hit Aigon next, posing a rather alarming threat to the nearby village. Evacuation plans…”

Anika knocked on the door, and Otirik opened. “Hi.” he said, stepping aside to let her in. She walked inside, taking in her surroundings before turning to face him. “Thank you, for everything… Here’s your blanket.”

He set the blanket aside and embraced her, kissing her. She pulled away, and he backed up, looking at his feet. “I’m sorry. ” Anika was blushing. “I need a place to stay…” Otirik perked up at this. “You can have my room. I’ll take the couch.”

The House

Side Stories #4: Mysterious Ring

Slenderman kept staring at the ring he found in his pocket. How could it have gotten there? He didn’t know, he couldn’t remember. He did, however, know that the size of the ring was the same size Kitty wore.

They had been living together in the mansion for almost a year, without complication. She still had yet to meet his proxies, but he was certain she would be liked by them. She even turned the other way, ignoring when Slender killed periodically, understanding that he had to kill in order to survive.

She had recently started asking Slender to stay with her until she fell asleep at night. But last night, when she fell asleep, he didn’t leave. He couldn’t. He layed with her all night. He had never noticed how warm she was, or how beautiful she was when asleep, until then.

He knew she would stay no matter what, and it wasn’t like they were worried about “living in sin”, but the gesture mattered to him. He knew that that night was the night to make Kitty his wife.

Side Stories #4: Mysterious Ring

The Ultimate Betrayal

Adrian paced back and forth across the Planning Room floor, gazing at the map of Aigon. Twenty-three hours before, he had decided to kill his own twin sister. But now he had his doubts about ending her life. Without growth and health, there was nothing to destroy, and therefore, nothing to truly gain from this great loss.

The door finally opened, and Nathaniel entered the room with his hand wrapped. He’d already helped himself to a highly decorated set of Plattian armor.

Adrian shook his head slowly. “I can’t do this…” Nathaniel’s smile was broad, but it didn’t reach his eyes. The tension in the room was palpable. “Why is that, love?”

“Can we really gain anything from initiating an apocalyptic war?” The laugh was subtle and menacing, and when Nathaniel’s voice rang out again, it was hoarse with contempt. “Not for you, but I will be King of All. And my son as well.” He approached Adrian with Sol’s dagger, an eternal prison, and struck him with it, sucking the young monarch into a prison lined with some of the worst creatures of all time.

“I’ll be damned if my lover will get in my way.” He smiled and walked out of the room, tucking Sol’s dagger into his belt.

The Ultimate Betrayal

Side Stories #3: Treehouse

Kitty and Slenderman walked through the woods leisurely for a short while, Kitty laughing as they talked for hours.

They ran across an old treehouse, but the ladder was long gone. “Slender? Is it safe to go up there?” Slenderman teleported up to the treehouse, taking a look around, determining it was safe. He had a feeling he’d been there before, but no recollection of actually being there.

“Slender!” Kitty called. “May I come up with you?” Slenderman teleported her into the treehouse with him. As they sat in the treehouse, Kitty picked up a journal that was laying in the corner and opened it to the first page.

After reading silently with Slenderman peering over her shoulder, she looked up into the blank faceless face. “You helped a little girl survive?” He shrugged. “I don’t remember.” She smiled. “There’s hope for you yet.”

Side Stories #3: Treehouse

Back in the Palace

“I don’t know. I do still love her. She’s my sister. I’d hate to kill her if I don’t have to.”

Nathaniel smirked. I hate it when he does that. “My love, you know that you can’t let her live. She is very resourceful and strong to top that. She can also heal all of her fallen soldiers, and you cannot scare her away from battle. She is every bit as stubborn as you.”

“More so.” I agreed.

“Now, Adrian, about the throne… I was thinking, maybe you would allow me to sit in the dark seat instead of the light one…”

“Why the hell would I do that?” I slammed my fist on the table and it crumbled with termites. He backed away a few steps, a wave of fear overtaking his features. For a mortal, his whole appearance could pass for a god’s. “It was just a suggestion… You know I’ll die if I attempt to sit in the light throne. And I know how much you loathe responsibility. But love, you know that I will serve your interests ahead of my own.”

I paused, contemplating the possibility. Every word made sense. Who was I to keep him from the crown, when I knew with all of my heart that he was trustworthy. Still… It made me a little uneasy. “I’ll sleep on it.”

Back in the Palace

Sleeping Goddess

Anika was tired from playing with Neko for days at a time. Neko himself was napping on a rock deep within the Aigon forest.

She started walking aimlessly, searching for a nice place to rest. She found a tree with a thick, soft patch of grass beneath it. To her surprise, when she started to lay down, Otirik appeared from behind another tree, and shouted at her.

“This is my napping place!” She sighed warily, and began to shuffle along. Otirik felt bad for this, “Wait…” he looked down as she turned her gaze to him; the emerald in her eyes caught a ray of sunlight that had penetrated the canopy.

“Y-you can rest here, if you like.” She paused, then nodded to him and layed on the soft grass. He gave her his blanket, and sat and talked with her for hours until she finally fell asleep. Then he walked off quietly toward his nearby house, wondering how it would feel to tell her he loved her.

Sleeping Goddess

A new hub on hubpages!

Coming soon on my hubpages, I will be writing a horror blog! Please, if you wish, check out my two existing hubs; My spiritual blog The Balance and my other one, The Polling Place, which you can find on the page to click on. Please leave comments and suggestions on each blog, and stay up to date. I will announce on here and The Polling Place when the new blog comes out. I hope you all enjoy!

 

A new hub on hubpages!

Sealing Fate

Oracle paced the shack that Nathaniel and he had met in the week before, awaiting the arrival of his master. He knew he needed to brace himself for another order he wasn’t quite ready to swallow.

He felt sick to his stomach betraying Anika like that.

He heard the door open and close, and turned to greet his master. Before he could even kneel, Nathaniel hit him hard across the face, sending him crashing into the shelf, one of three pieces of furniture in the place. He slumped and cowered in the corner as Nathaniel stood over him. “Have you sealed her fate?” “Yes master…” he muttered weakly. “Good. But not good enough. But don’t worry. One day you’ll be repayed for what you’ve done to me.”

With that, he stormed out.

Oracle picked himself up off of the floor and watched from the window as Nathaniel ascended an invisible staircase, before he turned and opened a trap door, going down into the cellar. He walked toward a bubbling cauldron, allowing a drop of blood-from a gash that had opened on his face from the impact-to drop in.

“You’ve sealed your own fate, Nathaniel. If I must betray one, I must betray all.”

Sealing Fate

Side Stories #2: Kitty in the Mansion

Kitty was always a little bit afraid of fulfilling her destiny. She was unsure that she could be trusted to carry the child that would spawn a long line of Platt’s best warriors in it’s history. She wasn’t even sure that Platt would still be standing in the end. She turned her colar to the wind and looked up at the tall creature who would one day be her husband, and she smiled politely at him.

Then she took of skipping childishly through the forest, Slenderman openly pursued, but lagged behind. She hopped across the river, to which she heard him rather calmly remind her to be careful. Once across the river, Slender teleported behind and continued following her until he caught up with her. She turned to face him, smiling.

“I know who you are. I know what you are. And I’m not afraid of you.” To which he replied. “I am very glad to hear that. Would you like to see my mansion?” She nodded and followed him inside.

In the rather large entryway, full of dust and broken furniture, she could see something large covered in a sheet. Before he could stop her, she removed the sheet, revealing a large enchanted mirror. In the refelection, Slender had a handsome face, while Kitty had none. She turned and asked him why.

“This mirror is enchanted to show you what you wish to be… who you are at heart.”

Side Stories #2: Kitty in the Mansion

My Friend is in Heaven, I Think

A year ago today, I was sitting in Spanish class, slacking off on my phone like I normally do, when the principal comes over the loud speaker and announces the death of one of our 2015 seniors in an accident early that morning. I was shocked, we’d already lost two of our seniors from shootings in year before that. They didn’t say who it was yet, but the rumors started immediately behind me, and I got a chill up my spine. “No…” I thought. “It isn’t true, she’s just coincidentally not here.”

I texted my mother at work, who checked up on it for me. While I waited and prayed that she denied it to be true, a sudden wave of guilt overtook me.

I met her in elementary school, like most of my friends in the area. We were in the same classes until we hit highschool. We got along well, played together, and talked to each other all the time. But as we got older, we grew apart. There was no real reason, just not being around in the same classes, I guess, but I started to feel guilty about never speaking to her in recent years. And something kept nagging at me. Didn’t I just see her yesterday?Yes, I saw her the day before, at the grocery. We were going into the store, routine milk and bread kind of trip. We saw her and had a brief conversation before leaving the store.

My mother texted back. “I’m sorry sweetie, but it’s true. Tristan is gone.”

My heart dropped.

When you share a moment with someone, however small, as a child, you expect them to grow up to be as old as you are, to live to have the same opportunities. You don’t expect to attend their funeral until you are looking at retirement home brochures, no matter how unreasonable an expectation that is, no matter how uncertain the future is, no matter how good of a grasp you have on reality and the possibility that some of those kids will not make it to graduation.

I knew it could happen, but it still broke something inside of me.

And in this moment I knew far more grief than anyone would think appropriate for just an aquaintance.

………………………………………………………………………..

I had heard some pretty nasty rumors of Tristan sleeping around, getting drunk all the time, failing her classes. Some or all of those rumors could and probably were true, but it really didn’t matter to me. Yet, it seemed to matter to a lot of the students. They justified their lack of grief by saying that she deserved to die. I don’t care if she stole your boyfriend, or called you fat or something equally stupid. She didn’t deserve to die. You know why? It’s just something kids do, ridicule each other. That’s all. She didn’s deserve to die.

And it broke my heart that they would not only say that, but say that to Tristan’s grieving mother. What kind of monsters…

Well, I happen to know that she had a kind heart, and an amazing smile. She was known for her clumsiness and her derpy sense of humor that made her likeable to most people. Even though she could be mean and incredibly loud, I also happen to know that if any of THEM died, she would not have said that they deserved it.

And you know what? I’m not super religious, but I know that there is something out there for lost souls like hers. She’s in heaven, or equivilant, I think. And if she isn’t, that’s because there isn’t one, not because she drank and called you fat when she was fifteen.

…………………………………………………………………………..

I just wanted you guys to know this, and I wanted Tristan to know that I’m still thinking of her. That’s all for now.

 

My Friend is in Heaven, I Think

Black Man/Shadow Man

I was only about five or six years old when we moved from our appartment into this house that we live in now. It’s over a century old, with additions and different sections in the house that used to reflect the last decade in which they were decorated.

I don’t remember ever been “visited”- or haunted- by the man until we moved in. I don’t remember when it started, but I have many memories of him, or multiple beings even, but I just lump them all together as one.

This story will be in sections of which “man” I’m speaking of.

Silouette Man

I was taking a shower in the downstairs bathroom. It was nighttime, and used to have dark panelling, no windows, and a single flourescent light that had to be turned on early in the morning and left on all day if we wanted light.

That said, there was a lot of shadow in the shower, and I hated how creepy it felt (there were also creepy mirrors, but I’ll get into mirrors on a different post). On one particular night, I had to hurry because some pretty nasty storms were coming. I was in the shower for about ten minutes, just finishing up, when I noticed not just my own shadowed silouette on the wall, but another person’s facing mine. They opened their mouth and had sharp teeth, and growled at me. I hopped out quickly and hurried out, to find it already storming pretty bad.

Mirror Man

One mirror thing I’ll also address next time on my mirrors post is this guy. A brief passing shadow or glimpse of a man beside or behind me in a reflective surface off and on since we got there. It startles me, but there isn’t much else to tell.

Shadow Man

This one will be more extensive.

I sleep in the room my parents used to have when we first moved in, alone. I often feel like I’m being watched or think I see shadows shifting while I’m there, as well as throughout the house. It’s particularly terrifying when I can identify a body shape and sometimes even eyes among the darkness.

One especially chilling even occured when I was sleeping. I dreamed of a man trying to rape me, but he was only a shadow. I was paralyzed and could not wake up until he’d had his way with me. When I woke, I saw a shadow figure, not in the doorway or lingering in the corners, but bent over my bed with beady eyes, and he growled “I am Chuck”, before vanishing.

For months and even years after, “Chuck” would come back to me. I had many dreams of being violated or otherwise harmed by him, or fighting him off, and would often wake to see him in the hallway when I went to the restroom.

The lightswitch to the overhead light is on the outside of my room, and the lamp light doesn’t help at night, as it casts a creepy glow. I haven’t seen him in a while. I just hope he stays gone, I have plenty of new spooks to deal with.

Black Man

No, not African-American man. A faceless, but solid figure, often shadowed or charred, and featureless. I had many dreams of him, too. Although, they were scary, and often of a sexual nature, I never felt pain or woke up with lingering feelings of fear. In fact, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen him outside of a dream. But, this man was very sinister, and raped me often. And even though I only saw him in dreams, I was always wearing what I was wearing while asleep, laying where I was laying while asleep. And unlike shadow man, he would attack when I wasn’t alone, such as sleeping on the couch, or when I still shared a room with my sister, and would follow me from house to house.

I don’t want to ever see any of these men again.

Black Man/Shadow Man

My Abilities

When I was ten years old, I kept having a strange recurring dream. It was of a view of the top of a building, and there was a man running on the rooftop. There were also three smoke stacks in the distance, an airplane going diagonally across the sky, and a silver Jeep was driving past in the street below. By the position of the sun, I could tell that it was around three in the afternoon.

Whenever I would wake up, I had a lingering feeling of confusion and familiarity, but could not remember my dream, nor did I have a feeling strong enough to think to tell my parents of it.

Toward the end of March and the beginning of April, we went on a week and a half long spring/Easter vacation in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. The vacation itself was pretty awesome, the cabin we stayed in was fantastic, and I’ll never forget the experience. But the result of the vacation will haunt me for years to come.

When we all returned from vacation, my mother found herself feeling a bit ill. It began to get worse, harder for her to breathe, and she felt very weak. So she kept going to the hospital and various doctors. For a week, they neglected her, and she became so ill that she could hardly stand. Eventually someone took her seriously, and a medical helicopter took her to one of the University hospitals in our state.

She was in a coma for almost a month, fighting for her life. Now, like I said, I was ten years old, so nobody told my younger sister and I what was going on, but I was too smart to believe that my mother was alright. However, I held in my emotions until she woke up, and we were finally allowed to see her. She hugged me and I cried. And then I sat in the windowsill as we all caught up.

I turned to take in her hospital room view… And I felt like I was dreaming again. I get that vacant look on my face, and a fuzzy feeling in my head. There was the roof, the stacks, the plane, the Jeep, and the sun. There was no man, but that was the only difference. My mother noticed the look on my face, and I told her. She didn’t say anything until months later, when she was released from the hospital.

She then told me everything anyone in the family had been able to do. And that’s how I found out about my abilities.

My Abilities

Side Stories #1: Kitty the Demigod

Kitty was born of the Neko God of war, and a simple flower merchant’s daughter. Her father being the brother of Luna, Anika and Adrian’s mother, she was their cousin, and of course, key in the war. But she had different plans, and thought she could outrun her fate.

She took a deep breath and stepped through the magical barrier that separated Aigon forest from the Forest of Souls. Once on the other side, she walked the forty paces to the nearby river, and sat down by the bank to read a small leather-bound journal that her mother had given her. Originally, it was just a diary, but when her mother was on her deathbed, she had it enchanted to tell of her daughter’s destiny, and help guide the poor child.

She opened to the first page, and recognised the signature Plattian symbols of her father’s native tongue. She began to read:

“Long ago, I was created with the purpose to destroy. I was a different entity, a more whole one. But four of those personalities were too strong to stay as one, and we split into four brothers, I being the oldest and quite alone. I never knew anything other than an instinct to kill, until I saw her.”

She sighed. It was another typical love story. She’d read it a thousand times and still couldn’t believe that it had everything to do with where she came from and who her mother was, and her destiny. She felt as if someone were watching her, which only seemed to confirm her destiny. “Hello, Mr. Slender.” she said quietly, and waited for him to emerge from his hiding place.

Side Stories #1: Kitty the Demigod

Neko Regime

When the twins were born and Sol passed away, the twins were given the throne. There was a growing population of nekos in both the powerful light creatures and the powerful nether creatures. And now, as the rulers of their gods, were also two of the most powerful nekos to walk in the presence of the humans.

It was strange to see so many nekos crowding the counsels and lining the halls, in the battlefields, and the hospitals, but none made quite an impression like the one whose image would be copied over and over from now into eternity.

The angel prince sat on a rock, meditating in the meadow, awaiting the return of his newest and favorite playmate. “Neko!” Anika called. “Neko, come on out!” She stepped into the clearing to find herself staring at a silent little kitten. He was the most beautiful and childlike of the neko, because he was the first and the one true Neko. Genderless in appearance and fearless in heart, he had made himself a warrior that nobody could come up against, even when his odds were sinking and he was on the brink of death. With Zaika around, nobody could ever kill the prince.

Anika approached with caution and grace. When she reached his rock, she took a silent seat next to him.

He made a plate of food appear in front of her, and she realized she had been very hungry. As she silently thanked him and began to eat, he went back to meditating. The child that he was at heart, was not as old as he was at soul.

Neko Regime

Forest

Anika paced around the forest in search of a place to rest. She had spent three and a half days running after the Prince of Angels, and he was still playing when she left. She needed to sleep, but she knew that there were creatures and unknown beings lurking in the woods, and had no idea where would be a safe place for a nap, so she kept searching. She came to a clearing at around noon, and the sun was hot. On the other side of the clearing was a familiar man. She remembered him from the encounter with the bear, but today he wore a simple t-shirt and blue jeans, with sneakers, untied. He was leaning against a tree trunk, eyes closed, but he greeted her as soon as she was within a distance that she could hear him at.

“Hello Anika, nice to see you again.”

She stopped, confused. When had she ever mentioned her name. He continued.

“My name is Otirik. I own a house on the edge of these woods, and I occasionally fight in a supernatural war. So, what brings you here to the Forest?”

Anika cleared her throat. “To find an heir to my throne.” She left it at that, she didn’t want to get into all of the details just yet. She sat across from Otirik, pointing to a nasty scar on his left arm. “How did you get that?”

He looked down at his arm, flexing gently for a moment. “I lost a battle. It was the only battle I ever lost, and it nearly cost me my life. How about you? Do you have any scars?” Anika shook her head slowly. Otirik mocked her, “Pretty princess to afraid to get her hands dirty?”

In an instant, she had him pinned back against the tree, eyes glowing gold and face twisted in anger and triumph. “That’s QUEEN. And I don’t have scars because I am a healer. But trust me, I AM a very skilled warrior.” She let him up and stalked back off in the other direction.

“What!” Otirik cried. But she wasn’t listening. And he was madly in love.

Forest

Otirik

There was a sound in the woods that day. The sound was awful. The rain poured down in sheets, but I remembered that my dear friend Neko was on his way to meditate in the meadow, and I rushed out of the house without a second thought. I found him rolling around on the grass, having an incredible amount of fun, it seemed.

Then I heard a rustling in the woods. I bristled, and tensed my wings to attack. It had been hundreds of years since my last fight. A beautiful woman with long blonde hair and a crown of stars, it seemed, stepped out into the new sunlight that had overtaken the clouds. She wore an ankle length garment, that seemed completely seamless, and was in the same color as the sky in the sun, yet somehow also the same color as heavy rain clouds. Her lips were pink and shaped in the most perfect way, and her green eyes pierced right through to my blackened soul.

“Hello,” she said quietly. She was hesitant, and seemed just as stricken by me as I was by her. I fell deeply in love. She was almost as tall as I was, and I smiled. “I have something for you.” she said, stepping toward me. “Oh…?” She reached into her satchel and handed me a small package. I opened it, and there was a jewelry box. I was puzzled, but before I could ask a question, Neko rolled off a cliff.

“Are you kidding me?” I grumbled. She stuttered, “D-did he just roll off a cliff?” I nodded. “Seems so.” Then he made a sound of distress and we both rushed over to see that he had encountered a bear. Before the bear even had time to injure him, I jumped down on top of him, and killed him. But this made Neko very sad, and I was upset at the whole situation, so I left.

As I left, I saw the woman scramble down the face of the cliff with ease. She and Neko talked for a few minutes, and I couldn’t believe my eyes, she was HEALING THE BEAR. I stopped, hidden behind a boulder, watching as she and Neko  talked. Her name was Anika, the Goddess of Fertility and Health. And she was down on earth, mingling? I shook my head as she stalked off into the woods with Neko. “Anika.” I whispered to myself, before I took flight, back to my house.

This was an interesting turn of events.

Otirik

The Letter

“Dear Anika,

“I’m sorry to tell you that I have had a terrible vision. You are not safe here. Your brother and his lover plan to kill you. However, if you have a child, they cannot kill you and they will lose all rights to the throne.

“I know that your duty is to your kingdom, Anika, but your duty is also to the Earth. As goddess of fertility and healing, it is your duty to go forth and spread your powers across the Earth. Go and build an army, and save your precious mortals and angels from the death that they will receive. Tell nobody where you are going or why, or chaos will ensue.

“You need to land in a place called the enchanted forest. There, you will meet a young boy named Neko. Do not be fooled, this boy is hundreds of years old. When you meet him, you will meet all of his friends. Seduce one an produce and heir to your throne. If you do so, the succession will no longer link at all to Adrian, and he and his army will fall away.

Yours Truly,

Oracle”

Oracle finished reading and watched the pacing Nathaniel. “Is this urgent and specific enough?” Nathaniel paused and gazed out over the desolation of the desert that his palace stood in. “It sounds positively terrible.” he said as a smug smile crept onto his face. “And she will definitely fall for it. I’m impressed.” He dismissed Oracle and the god tied the letter to a carrier pigeon and sent him away. With a nod to his master, he set off into the desert.

The Letter

Nathaniel

 

It was all too easy to convince Adrian that I loved him. He would have believed anything that I told him, after that amazing date by the ocean. I told him that we could rule together, like kings. But I never intend to leave him alive.

I never intend to leave Anika alive, either. I don’t want to restore balance. I just want full control. I was once mortal, and now I must live forever. All of the other mortals will scream my name in agony as I torture and torment them into extinction. It’s almost too easy…

But with Anika expecting my attack, I must somehow lead her away from Platt. I’ll kill her mother (and oh how lucky am I that she killed her own father) and I will take control over Zaika, the Angel Queen, and relieve her of her duties… I will take back their ability to reproduce and send them into extinction as well, as I turn them back into my very own warriors. I will locate Neko, and I will release the evil trapped within him. Akito will thrive. We shall see who has the upper hand when the Devil Himself is playing the game.

I will leave a friendly note to drive her away.

Nathaniel

Adrian

It’s been 5000 years since we arrived on Earth. And I never thought that it would end up like this. My mother Luna and my father Sol had been ruling this planet alone for thousands of years, appointed by Platt as the official King and Queen of the galaxy. There was a Light throne and a Dark throne, and they kept each other balanced, in order to keep the world a never ending circle, and a happy one at that. Until we arrived, there was no evil.

My twin sister and I were born of a supernova. We came to Platt, the place of the gods, which is very near to Earth. Luna and Sol raised us as their own, but soon, all in Platt saw that we were more powerful… More capable… The committee decided that once we had come of age, we would sit on the thrones and rule the Earth as husband and wife, brother and sister, light and dark. But we never wanted that. We had no idea why we were created, but we each felt we were supposed to be something greater.

When my twin sister Anika and I were married, we ascended the throne together, and there was balance in the world. But the angels began a civil war, and we needed to end it. By the end of our 4555 year war, the angels would clearly win if we didn’t act fast. I choked, I couldn’t make a decision, so I gave up my power to her, and walked away forever. Her decision appalled me. Anika granted the angels their very own special place, gave them souls, and the ability to reproduce. And so the war of power began.

I can’t let Anika get in my way again. I can’t let her make another mistake. Mortals sin, but mortals die once or twice and make it into the afterlife. Immortals, such as angels and demons, monsters, creatures, split souls, neko, vampires, and master warriors do not die, at least not easily. And they are never dead long. Their sins could corrupt the whole of humanity. They could prove detrimental. But she knows of my plan, and she’ll do anything to keep me off of the throne.

Nathaniel was right about her all along.

Adrian