Kyliena.
“Rosie!” I could hear the sound of my middle name being shouted but as I turned around and tried to pinpoint where it was coming from, I couldn’t see anything. All I could see were students lingering around the halls as they waited for the bell to ring.
“Rosie!” I stood up on the tips of my toes, straining my neck out to try to see above the heads of everyone around me.
I didn’t know how someone in this town knew me besides Ethan and the voice was definitely not his voice.
I didn’t know anyone in this town, and it kind of creeped me out that the person was shouting my middle name nickname.
But then again the person was trying to get the attention of their friend who has tha
Kyliena. “Ow, why the fuck did you do that! I was trying to be nice and walk her home, but that bitch kept saying no, and that she has a boyfriend.” “I saw the whole thing mate,” I could see the rage in Ethan’s eyes as he got all up in the guy’s face. “I’ll kill you, remember that.” The guy just ran off holding his bleeding broken nose. I sigh. “I had it under control.” I start walking again, Ethan quick on my heels. “Didn’t say you didn’t. Sorry? I didn’t like what I saw him do.” he spoke as he was looking at his knuckles. “Thank you.” We both continued to walk down the street un
Back when everything was normal and humans weren’t about to become extinct, you never had a say to who you married. Luckily for me, I got to choose between the two oldest Basileus brothers, Rasmus and Niklaus. I ended up choosing their youngest brother Ethan in the end since I fell deeply in love with him—but he wasn’t an option and he didn’t love me; and with Rasmus being in love with one of the few beautiful ladies in the village. My only option was Niklaus. The day we were supposed to wed, Noah, the Basileus’s uncle, did something to Niklaus which caused the wedding to be postponed… A few centuries later. A
Kyliena. Of course. I had the luck to catch the laziest taxi driver ever. The slightly grumpy old man who hadn’t said a word through the whole drive, intently listening to a song that came on the radio. I flinched when a raindrop hit my head as soon as I got out of the taxi. Looking up and blinking a few times. Sure, as soon as I got here I just needed to start raining. It didn’t feel like a good sign for someone who had just moved to another town; glancing up at the clouded dark gray sky once more, I turned around and walked to the rear of the parked taxi. The grumpy old man was oblivious to my struggle of trying to heave the two big heavy suitcases out of the trunk.
Kyliena. It was an early morning on a freezing October morning, Halloween was just around the corner. I had woken up to the gentle pitter patters of the rain on the roof of the place I now called home. I had swiftly gotten myself up and bathed then dressed before taking a seat at the windowsill. I opened my favorite book of all time, The Princess Bride by William Goldman. I just love his work…even though I’ve never experienced love like that. My ex boyfriend Blake has an ego too large to let himself be completely consumed with loving someone other than himself. It’s okay. I still loved him and enjoyed his company. He made me laugh. And of course, I love my dad and he loves me dearl
Kyliena. A handful of nights had passed since finding this very strange rose quartz and I was growing ever curious as to how it had gotten into the running stream—and how the water was very warm and how it quickly became freezing cold after I had removed this stone. Although the forest in which I now lived right next to was secluded I was no stranger to the occasional visitor who was walking with their pet or exploring the land, it was a possibility that someone had simply lost it and that is how it came to be…but it had a strange feeling that this was not the case. —Alas I did not have the time to dwell on the matter as this evening was special, it was a full moon, and I wanted to see the moon as I looked up at the sky while I stood in the small clearing in the woods. I may not believe in the kind of magic that is told in bo
Kyliena. I mentally hissed in pain as my head throbbed in pain, it feels as if a hormonal teenager is slamming a door in anger within my head continuously. My eyelids are still closed, I’m afraid that if I open them I’ll bring my head into more pain. Where am I? All I remember is falling, footsteps, and a voice mumbling. I took a few deep breaths and found some strength within me. I felt my fingers twitch and my hand followed. I brought my arms from my sides and up towards my head, and with all the strength I had I pushed myself off of the floor. Once I was sitting up I took a few moments to rub my head and slowly open my eyes. It was dark but not so much that I couldn’t make out my surroundings. The floor was stone and dusty from centuries worth of dirt and filth. My eyes
Kyliena. I thought one had to die to enter purgatory…not to simply fall—and I definitely wasn’t dead...Or at least I didn’t believe I had died. “Your purgatory? What do you mean I am in your purgatory? I am not dead…am I?” I stuttered out trying to keep the confidence in my voice, how convincing it was I shall not ever know but the stranger didn’t seem to ridicule my voice portrayed. The stranger didn’t reply waiting for me to answer his question, I guessed that he would not continue or answer any of my questions till I had answered his—I was in no position to not reply to every question he would give, it was me behind bars and he seemed to be my hope to get out of here. It would be wise to stay on good terms with this stranger. I th
Kyliena. As I followed this strange—yet very beautiful man through various hallways it was progressively getting lighter—it seems like that I originally had been placed in some sort of holding cell…a dungeon of sorts. I don’t have a clue as to how I was being so calm because any sane person would be freaking out. I had been told that I was in someone’s personal hell and confirmed that magic was real and yet I didn’t even bat an eyelid, what was wrong with me?! Maybe I am in some sort of state of shock. I continued to follow the man, never questioning him, I just was too busy taking in my strange surroundings—it seemed like I was in some sort of place and the further I was taken into it the more beautiful it got.