Well, it's been a crazy month. I didn't get much writing done because I was busy moving into my new house. I planned to start writing again after that, but then my monitor died. But now I'm back working on
Return of the Nine. At this point, I don't know when it will be released, but it will be worth it. In the mean time, here's a rough cut.
Prisoner hid a wardrobe in one of the
upstairs bedrooms of the Crystal Palace when the attack began. She was
terrified, her heart racing at lightspeed. She struggled to control her
breathing, but it was useless.
Whoever this was had made short work of some
of the strongest gods to ever live. Who knew what they would do to her if they
found her.
A creak announced the opening of the bedroom
door. Footsteps proceeded this. Prisoner slammed her hands over her mouth to
keep from breathing. Impossibly tense moments passed.
The wardrobe door flew open and a hand pulled
her out of there like a rocket. She found herself face to face with a large
humanoid figure completely covered in a silver suit and helmet. “Please don’t
hurt me!” she wailed.
The figure stood at least seven feet tall.
Its head almost hit the ceiling. It stood there with its hands wrapped around
her throat, perhaps contemplating her. Finally, it let go and she fell to the
floor. She fought to catch her breath but it was ragged.
The entity stared down at her. Its helmet had
large black ovals where eyes should be. Finally, it said in a distorted voice,
“Who are you?”
“Me? I-I’m no one.”
“No,” he said. “Your eyes betray your fear.
But there is more there. You’re like us; you yearn to dominate others.”
She waved her hands wildly to dismiss the
accusation. “N-No! I would never think to try and dominate you.”
“Stand up.” She did so and found the being
still towered over her. “You’re different from the others. They had strong
levels of xaksan, but you have none.”
It fingered her collar. “What is this?”
“It suppresses my god power.”
“Hmmm. So, if I destroy this, your xaksan
will return?”
“If by xaksan, you mean my energy, then yes.”
It seemed nothing more needed to be said, for
he ripped the collar off her like paper. Within moments, god energy swelled
within her.
“Join us, and you will have everything you
desire.”
Wasting no time, she conjured a pair of black
glasses and put them on. “Sounds good to me.” Her fear was gone; if this…
individual… had wanted her dead, she would be so already.
“Tell me—what do you desire?”
Without hesitation, she said, “Revenge.”
“Against who?”
She smirked. “Ev Bannen.”
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