The Chosen One?

      

I was ushered through a dimly lit hallway, the ceiling lights not doing much to help us see our way. I turned my head to see the two heavily armed guards behind me, noticing they looked the same as the two in front of me. As my anxiety levels began to skyrocket, I pulled at my long, blonde hair, certain my dark green eyes were showing my worry.

There was nothing significant about the hall, and even if there was, I wouldn't be able to tell. A bright light came from our destination and I could feel my chest beginning to ache. Where are these men taking me? I thought to myself. What could they possibly want with me?

Angels (& Reapers) & Demons - Chapter One: The Outcast

 

The sky was a brilliant shade of blue, the sun shining brightly without any clouds to block its warm light. The view was the same as it had always been, though, for a young woman who was hidden away in the top of a large, white building.

It was relatively square in shape, with a couple domes resting on the roof. While the outside was a bright white, the inside was wall to wall with books, so no one could say for sure what color they were.

These were no ordinary books that filled the rooms of this massive building. They held the lives of each living person that has ever been and will be. They were known as cinematic records. You might wonder who would ever be in need of any of these curious items. Those who roam the halls of the library aren’t like normal humans, even if they could pass off for one if they wanted to. They were known as Grim Reapers, people who collected souls and judged if they would go on to Heaven with the Angels, or be sent down to the pits of Hell with Demons.

The Red Thread

“Come back to me. Promise me…”

The voice echoed within the young woman’s head, bouncing off the walls of the confining space. It was soothing, caring, and it stirred something inside her. Those words, although very few, were enough to make her come to her senses. Her eyes couldn’t see much, only the surrounding darkness of whatever world she had been forced to occupy. The air around her was still, not so much as a whisper to break the silence, until she heard the voice once more.

“Come back to me, Ali.”