made it.
I rolled onto the bed which was soft, and much nicer than the rocky floor, and I wondered who my saving grace was. Was it Apollyon?
I reached for the first skin and opened it. It was water and as soon as it touched my lips, it brought me back to life. I drank and drank, wetting my parched mouth and throat.
I then lifted the lid to the crate sitting next to me, and found that it was filled with food. B read, dried meat, dried fruit; things which would not spoil easily and enough to get me through the healing.
There was a small note folded on the top:
If you are reading this, Congratulations on surviving and finding the cave. You should be supplied with enough food and drink until you heal. The darkest skin holds the strongest drink. Drink, rest, and leave as soon as you can.
It wasn’t signed, so there was no way I would be able to find out who had saved me. I just hoped that if they were ever put in this position, that they would be given the same grace.
I knew the only way I could leave this wretched place would be with my wings. The porthole was much too far, and the Underworld was completely barren, which made being seen almost eminent. I couldn’t risk it. I’d be confined to the cave for however long it would take to regrow my wings.
I just hoped, with every ounce of hope left within my broken body that Alaine was okay.
Alaine:
I woke to loud snoring and stench of the two huge mutts curled up next to me. Bill and Ted had saved my life, and kept me warm throughout the night. For that, I would be forever grateful.
The sun was blaring, and it seemed to be a beautiful Saturday morning. The world outside was seemingly peaceful. I was hoping that last night was a just dream, but if it really were, I’d be in my own bed and not in a smelly doghouse.
Samu el told me that the Fallen didn’t like to be out during the day, that they preferred doing their evil deeds under cover of darkness, away from mortal eyes. Regardless, I decided to wait another hour before crawling out from my cover. The air was clear of any dangerous smells, and the neighborhood started stirring.
I quickly and cautiously made my way back home, threw a few necessities in a suitcase, and left in the car Samuel specifically bought in case of an emergency, just like this. I knew I would have to leave this place and never return. Someone had found out about me, so now, I needed to be extra careful.
Samuel told me that if anything ever happened, and we were somehow separated, that he would find me. I could never believe he could be killed, and knew that if he could find me once, he could find me again, especially now that we were connected.
I wondered where I could run. I needed a place to hide, and a place to reside that would be difficult for the Fallen to find me. The only place I could think of would be a city, bustling with lots of people and lots of smells. A place one could easily get lost.
M aybe a place a little closer to Emma. Not too close of course. I would never interfere with her new life, or risk it, but I wanted to be near, in case she should ever need me.
So it was decided . I was moving to Los Angeles.
Samuel:
Minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days, and days like an eternity. I was a prisoner, bound to the cave until I was fully healed. With each passing day my wounds healed, bones mended, and wings grew until they were almost strong enough to fly. On the cave wall, I had marked seventy-seven days. Seventy-seven days of pain, loneliness, and despair. Seventy-seven days of trying to survive the darkness of this tiny hole in the Underworld, a literal Hellhole.
I planned to make my escape when the sun was at its peak. That was when the surface was sweltering and at its hottest, and when the Fallen usually took underground into the depths of Hell. The sun never really went down in the Underworld, but because it
I rolled onto the bed which was soft, and much nicer than the rocky floor, and I wondered who my saving grace was. Was it Apollyon?
I reached for the first skin and opened it. It was water and as soon as it touched my lips, it brought me back to life. I drank and drank, wetting my parched mouth and throat.
I then lifted the lid to the crate sitting next to me, and found that it was filled with food. B read, dried meat, dried fruit; things which would not spoil easily and enough to get me through the healing.
There was a small note folded on the top:
If you are reading this, Congratulations on surviving and finding the cave. You should be supplied with enough food and drink until you heal. The darkest skin holds the strongest drink. Drink, rest, and leave as soon as you can.
It wasn’t signed, so there was no way I would be able to find out who had saved me. I just hoped that if they were ever put in this position, that they would be given the same grace.
I knew the only way I could leave this wretched place would be with my wings. The porthole was much too far, and the Underworld was completely barren, which made being seen almost eminent. I couldn’t risk it. I’d be confined to the cave for however long it would take to regrow my wings.
I just hoped, with every ounce of hope left within my broken body that Alaine was okay.
Alaine:
I woke to loud snoring and stench of the two huge mutts curled up next to me. Bill and Ted had saved my life, and kept me warm throughout the night. For that, I would be forever grateful.
The sun was blaring, and it seemed to be a beautiful Saturday morning. The world outside was seemingly peaceful. I was hoping that last night was a just dream, but if it really were, I’d be in my own bed and not in a smelly doghouse.
Samu el told me that the Fallen didn’t like to be out during the day, that they preferred doing their evil deeds under cover of darkness, away from mortal eyes. Regardless, I decided to wait another hour before crawling out from my cover. The air was clear of any dangerous smells, and the neighborhood started stirring.
I quickly and cautiously made my way back home, threw a few necessities in a suitcase, and left in the car Samuel specifically bought in case of an emergency, just like this. I knew I would have to leave this place and never return. Someone had found out about me, so now, I needed to be extra careful.
Samuel told me that if anything ever happened, and we were somehow separated, that he would find me. I could never believe he could be killed, and knew that if he could find me once, he could find me again, especially now that we were connected.
I wondered where I could run. I needed a place to hide, and a place to reside that would be difficult for the Fallen to find me. The only place I could think of would be a city, bustling with lots of people and lots of smells. A place one could easily get lost.
M aybe a place a little closer to Emma. Not too close of course. I would never interfere with her new life, or risk it, but I wanted to be near, in case she should ever need me.
So it was decided . I was moving to Los Angeles.
Samuel:
Minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days, and days like an eternity. I was a prisoner, bound to the cave until I was fully healed. With each passing day my wounds healed, bones mended, and wings grew until they were almost strong enough to fly. On the cave wall, I had marked seventy-seven days. Seventy-seven days of pain, loneliness, and despair. Seventy-seven days of trying to survive the darkness of this tiny hole in the Underworld, a literal Hellhole.
I planned to make my escape when the sun was at its peak. That was when the surface was sweltering and at its hottest, and when the Fallen usually took underground into the depths of Hell. The sun never really went down in the Underworld, but because it
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