My second PH story, here is the full summary:
Elena Godspell is a survivor of the Salem Witch Trials after being thrown inside the Abyss. Two hundred years later she's found at the Door to the Abyss controlled by the Rainsworth's. Taking her in, she's determined to find a way to prove herself and to those who judge her wrongfully that she's not as weak as they thought. But just as she's going on her way to get on to her happiness trouble arises. An ancient tribe surfaces from the ashes like the phoenix after two hundred years with only one thing in mind; to rise their reign above those ashes and control Pandora; ultimately the Abyss itself. And somehow in all this mess, Elena gets involved. This depicts the anecdotes of a pact broken after two centuries and Oz and co. are involved as well. With both Oz and Elena as keys to the masterplan, they all seek and answer to stop what could mean Judgement Day itself for everything.
Well, this is it. Hope you enjoy it. It's kind of long so here we go. XD
My footsteps where going in front of each other slowly almost mechanically. My short stature of a eleven year old barely standing by my bare will to go on. How long have I been here? What day is it? How long have I walked in the dark? The dark's scary. My pretty pink dress-not anymore torn by the skirt- matched my dark auburn hair that was to my waist. The adorns of a light green color matching my dark moss green eyes. Where…am I anyways? I remember something though, the kind words that were turned upside down because I was being used.
"Why would you want to die?" "The world would be better off without people like you."
"You're precious to me." "You're worthless."
"It'll be alright. I'll never let them touch you." "Why would I help a witch like you."
Last thing I remember about my life was that I was with my aunt in Salem. They were saying she was going to be judge on witchcraft. I could do some things too. Like light a candle without a match. Or move water without touching it. Small things. Never the big things my aunt could do. She was a healer. And she said that although I was my mother's daughter that I probably inherited that from herself. Was it the healer stuff? Then skipping things they found out I had a little magic and they wanted to burn me in the stake along with her. 'I'll save you.' I trusted those words.
Wrongfully misplaced my trust on him.
He threw me into this place. He opened the hole under me and held me by the collar of my dress as I cried asking him why he would do this to me. He simply smirked and said, "I'll get the reward for killing a witch. No one needs to know where you're going. Not like we'll care anyways." and with that threw me inside the darkness. Is that how I wounded up right here? Yes. Because I trusted him, I wavered. Because I gave my trust to one boy, my only family wounded up dead -burned in the stake- and I got thrown into this hell pit. Because I fell infatuated, my life was given to burn down to the ground. Love is hatred for me. I'll never love again. I'll never be fooled into such treatment again. Love is trust; I'll never trust again.
"I hate it. I hate him. I hate those people. But I think that I hate myself most of all for being so weak," I could hear my voice resonate in the darkness. "I don't want to be weak. I hate being weak."
"You want power?" I heard a voice all around the darkness.
"Who's there?" I asked scared of what dwelled in the dark.
"Someone who can give you strength," it answered echoing. "Would you like…to get revenge on all those people?"
"Yes," I say without hesitation. "More than anything in this world. I want to get back at those who killed my family and that boy who betrayed me and betrayed my trust."
"Then," it said as a hurled of black wind got in front of me and formed a small whirlwind facing me. A dark hand with iron claws came out and motioned towards me palm out. With it's clawed finger it made a thin wound into its palm as it bled the deep red liquid. "Come forth and drink my blood. With this you'll form a contract with me. I'll carry out your sweet revenge."
Did I believe him? I shook my head, how could I. I've sworn to confine myself from trust and the feelings that come with it. If I don't give trust, no one can hurt me.
"Let it be I who you last trust," it said motioning me forth again. "And I'll grant your greatest wish."
I walked up to the hand. I laid my small hand to lower the palm. It was a huge hand. "You'll grant my wish for sure?"
His palm opened completely, "I promise." I got closer and placed my lips ever so slightly upon his bleeding line. My tongue savored and drank the blood- tastes like iron. "Now say my name." It's name? A bell rang as I got a name in my head.
"Thanatos," I say. "I'll form a contract with you." The wind blew even harder than before. And the whirlwind stopped as the whole mass of the creature appeared before my eyes making them widened. The wind became fiercer and it came back to me scratching me everywhere and ripping my dress more. The wind that gathered before me then began forming something, a pair of large black devil wings, with skin hanging as if it were a torn curtain. Then a thin body, tall like any building and a black snake-like tail touching the floor being able to round on his left foot. It's feet wore black boots and metallic adorns. His body all black blended with the leather jacket it wore along with the gloves. All underneath a dark black cloak; it's hands black and it's fingers covered in iron claws. It's head covered by a iron helmet that covered it's eyes yet let the bleached hair behind free. It's mouth a grey color, closed. It looked to me like a big devil. No…more like a sad, fallen angel.
It raised it's clawed hand and pointed behind me. I twirled and I saw the claw rip a way out as light shone inside the darkness hurting my eyes. The light engulfed me and I swore I fainted.
It wasn't even an hour before she awoke confused and baffled to her surroundings. It all looked rich and nice and cozy. She looked at herself with a white gown and her wounds bandaged. Where was she? Had she gotten out that terrible dark place? It looked like someone had bandaged her wounds to her but who? She sat up from her bed and stood up to see herself in the mirror; she had to get up on a chair to see. What she saw was the same as she remembered; the same auburn somewhat curly auburn hair and dark, mossy green eyes. Her face a small porcelain color and delicate. But the shine of her eyes had somehow dimmed. She perched her hand upon her heart; it hurt.
Suddenly she heard the door open behind her and she turned around fast almost falling from the chair only to see a grown women with shining light brown hair and pretty eyes. But something was wrong, too wrong. What was it? This light that she saw around this woman. It was all around her body and it glimmered brightly. It was concentrated from her chest; it came from her heart. Her soul? She took a step back, scared of what she saw with her eyes, and fell off the chair hurting her head on the dresser behind her.
The woman went hurriedly towards her and stood her up again, "Are you okay? You shouldn't be moving. Don't worry, you're alright now. This is my house; I found you outside my door injured and took you in." Was this where the light sent her to? The woman brushed the girl's dress and her hair, "I'll be taking care of you from now on okay? So you don't have to worry, you'll be fine here," she placed her hand on my cheek, "Trust me." My eyes widened; trust?
"You can trust me, can't you?"
She suddenly slapped her hand away from her and ran outside the door as she heard the woman call, "Wait, come back here!" She didn't care. Anyone who asked for her trust, to her, couldn't be trustworthy. No one to her will be trustworthy. She kept running until she found the huge door that, at opening, led to the outside where snow had fallen the other night leaving a mantel of white wool upon the earth. She looked doubtful for she had left barefooted from the room. "Please wait!" the woman had chased after her. Without a second thought the girl pushed open the door from side to side and ran out her feet hitting and burying into the cold snow. She kept running but she stopped when she saw three people from afar in the snow. She turned around only to find the woman and some other people following after her. Without a choice she went forth.
"Liam-san!" the woman call getting the attention of younger boy. "Stop her!"
He turned, taking his attention from the woman's daughter and the man over to the girl that had stopped dead on her tracks at seeing him noticing her. "You're…"
The woman's daughter turned to see the older girl and a broad smile was planted on her face, "You're finally awake!" She started running towards her which only spooked the little red head as she yelled, "Get away!" And as if on her command a raging black wind went out. The little girl backed stepped as the boy, Liam, and the other white-haired man came to shield her from the attack. The two guards that came along with the woman stood in front of her and protected her.
"Wait!" she called. "She's just scared!" but they didn't listen. One went forth towards the girl a gun in hand. At seeing this threat the little red head yelled furious.
"Get away from me!" the wind augmented as the same dark clawed hand from before tossed the man away from her. Dark black and immense wings unfurled behind her as she cried in terror and the same figure that had manifested in front of her that time was forming again. "I can't trust you. If I do, it'll just hurt me. I can't trust you!"
~x~
"My oh my," I raised my head to face an old lady smiling on a wheelchair, she was being pushed by another one of those guards. "Mother!" "Grandmother!" the woman and the girl called in unison. Her light, it looked calm and passive yet strong and powerful; it was a white color. I could feel the wind calmed down a bit blowing against me protectively. "Would you be kind enough to put it away?" No! I won't be fooled!
"No!" the wind began furious again going with my emotions. "I can't trust you! You'll take advantage of me like he did! You'll just use me and throw me away!"
"That'll be enough," she said her calm and gracious demeanor gone and a serious tone getting away as brown feathers stormed in the wind. Then I saw them those huge eyes that seemed to looked right into my soul. They looked like an owl's eyes; a huge one. "Now, calm yourself down."
Somehow her serious words calm me down themselves. She sounded like my aunt. Like when she would get mad at me yet wouldn't yell at me just point me out my wrongs and tell me how to do them right. My shoulders that were squared from the tension loosened.
"Good," she said not shaking her sight from mine. "Now call your Chain back." Chain? I looked up from her eyes and saw the figure of that sad angel wavering with my imagination. "You say you don't trust us. To tell you the truth we don't either. However you cannot gain trust just like that," my eyes were back on hers. "You must respect and gain respect back to find trust in a person."
Respect? Now that I think about it, I think I gave him my trust because he said he'd be my ally. He'd take care of me but never asked me about what this lady was talking about. Respect to gain trust.
"I'm," I hesitate to give the order. "Okay now. I think I'll show her some respect, that is, I guess, the least I can do to show my gratitude." The wind disappeared and so did the image of Thanatos.
"You're a good child," she answered. "I appreciate the reverence. Now would you accept a humble invitation for some tea from an old, sweet lady?" that took me by surprise, her strong tone disappeared and was replaced by that sweet and tender one once again. I nodded being unable to quite grasp her. I walked over to her as the woman approached as did the other three that had been with the little girl. "How about we have our chat inside, mmh?" she said as she was wheeled away. I stayed closed to her; I felt most comfortable with her since she reminded me of my aunt. Suddenly I felt something cling to my arm. I turn to face the little brunette girl from before smiling. "Oh, she's my granddaughter, Sharon. Judging by the looks you must be quite older than her."
"Hello, I'm Sharon Rainsworth!" she called, her voice squeaky like a kid should sound. "I'm five years old! What's your you? How old are you?"
"Umm," I gulped down a lump in my throat that won't go down. "I-I'm eleven years old and m-my name is…" should I tell her? My name's quite weird because of my mother's and aunt's roots so…
"Don't be shy," Sharon's grandmother called to me. "There's some steps to be done if you want to gain our respect, child. First let us know what is it you want to called."
"What…" I repeated, "I want to be called?"
"Sure," the woman beside Sharon's grandmother, guessing by the looks would be her mother, said smiling. "Now that you're here, there's no need for you to be who you were. Isn't that right, Xerxes?" I turned to the man with white hair. He looked kind of shy as he turned the other cheek towards us. Another me? Someone…new?
You're weak… No, I'm not and I'll prove it to you.
"Then," I say with an oblivious perk in my voice, "I think Elena. Yeah I'm Elena…G-god-zpell?" I never could pronounce that one name of the knight that my aunt always told me stories about.
"Godspell," I turn to the white haired man, Xerxes, who pronounced the name as I remember my aunt saying it.
"Yes!" I say recognizing it. "Elena Godspell."
"Then so be it," Sharon's grandmother said. "You'll be Elena Godspell from now on."
"Hey," I turn to Sharon. "Can I call you Elena one-chan?"
"Um," I say confused. "Sure, I guess."
We went in and sat down inside another fancy room. I was having sweets and some tea. Sharon was with me as was her mother and grandmother and that guy from before, Liam. But the man with white hair, Xerxes, was only watching from afar. He was kind of eerie and a quite silent. And I noticed that his left eye was bandaged, I wonder why.
"So," Sharon's grandmother said. "Let me introduce myself first then. My name's Cheryl Rainsworth and I am the duchess of this house." I almost choked on my tea; duchess?
"I'm Shelly Rainsworth," the woman said warmly. I like her, she's nice but I think I like Cheryl-sama better. "And she's my daughter, Sharon."
"Now Elena," I flushed when Cheryl-sama called my name. "Would you mind telling us where you came from?"
"W-well," I stutter. "I come from a town called Salem. Auntie and I lived there and she worked as a doctor. I learned a lot from her about healing and stuff. But then the town folks started saying weird stuff about her." I took a sip from my tea and holding it tight remembering the smoldering stake and the smell of burnt flesh from that one time. "They took her and me away. And then they burned her in the stake as they made me watch. I was supposed to be placed there the next night. They took her away because this boy told the people that my aunt was a witch and that I was too."
I paused as she spoke up, "And was that true?"
"No!" I say a little too fast to be believed but I continue nonetheless. "I mean she was really good at healing wounds but that was because she knew her medical herbs and all that. That boy just lied about us to get the reward money that was going on for the witches in Salem. But she and I weren't witches!"
"Calm down," Cheryl-sama said. "We believe you." She took a breathe in and said, "But I'll have to tell you something before you continue." I tilt my head in curiosity. "Salem's witch trials- those of witches being burned on the stakes- were over two hundred years ago."
"What?" I say confused. Two hundred years ago. That can't be. I was in that place for maybe half an hour and probably asleep for another hour but two hundred years? "T-that's not true. It can't be."
"You do understand though what I'm trying to say," Cheryl-sama said. I looked down on my reflection that the tea gave of my face. Nevertheless I nod at her question very much taken back by the statement.
"Then," I say without thinking. "He's dead too." I start chuckling with a pain in my chest but with some sort of relief as I repeat the words again savoring them, "He's really dead. No way could he have survived these last two hundred years, right?"
"There are no living witnesses of the Salem Witch Trials only there descendents," Cheryl-sama said. I looked down without words to say until something in me speaks out, "I'm glad he's dead." Everything became quiet; everyone became silent.
"Elena one-chan?" I hear Sharon's quizzical tone.
"Is whom you are talking about the boy said you and your aunt were witches?" Shelly asked.
"He's the one that pushed me into that dark place," I cover my eyes with my hands as I wipe the tears of them. "It wasn't until I met Thanatos that I got out."
"Thanatos," Cheryl-sama said, "Is that the name of that Chain?"
I nod, "He promised me he would get my revenge. I want that more than anything." A smile somehow crept to my face, "I'm glad he and all those fools that lived in Salem are dead. And I hope they burn in hell just like they burned my aunt along with the last hopes I ever held."
"You shouldn't," I turn to Xerxes as he continued noticing me giving him my full attention, "Think that way. Revenge is something you shouldn't be playing with. Your young and just a child."
"But it doesn't matter," I say offensively. "Because of what he did I feel weak and unprotected. I'll never be able to shake those feelings unless I prove him wrong. I have to."
"You're stupid," he said. He doesn't eve have the slightest clue? I rage and stand up, "How can you possibly know?" I yelled that to him. "He's junk that didn't deserve to live! Trash like him aren't even human!"
"Why are you crying?" his question threw me off guard. "Is it because your sad their dead?"
"Like heck I am!" I call wiping the tears away. I can't let these weaknesses take over again. Ever. I'll never cry in front of anybody. "People live, they die. Some sooner, some later. Sadly my only family died and I was left alone. So what! I'll survive. Doesn't matter how or with what means, I'll prove to myself and those who doubted me that I'm stronger than them. That I can stand on my own two feet!"
I glared right into his right, red eye with my own green ones. I won't let anyone put me down anymore.
"And you need revenge why again?" he asked. This sudden question made me blink once, then twice, then again. Huh? I looked at my feet and asked myself that question not quite getting it. Why?
"Well…" I trail off and blush at not being to find an answer as I call perkily. "Why are you asking so many questions? Jeez, you're annoying."
Suddenly Cheryl-sama started laughing and I turned to her. Why was she laughing and at what? "I understand what you're saying Xerx-kun." "Please don't call me that," he interrupted but she kept going. "What he's trying to tell you is that you don't need to lean on the reason of revenge to walk on your own. You can become powerful and still be yourself." I look at Cheryl-sama then at Xerxes.
"You!" I say in a similar perky voice from seconds ago. "What's your name?"
"Huh?" he said taken aback by the question. "Why should I tell you?"
"Your Xerxes right?" I asked. "What's your whole name?"
"It's Xerxes Break," Shelly answered.
"Shelly-sama," he called out surprised she answered my question.
"Then," I called getting the chair I was sitting on, dragging it a bit away from the table, and standing on top of it eyes at him and my hands on my hips. "Xerxes Break, I'm Elena Godspell and from this day on you'll be my rival! If I cannot expect to beat you then I can't possibly expect myself to not lose myself again in revenge! Got it?" my cheeks puffed up in pride as I grinned.
"My, my," Cheryl-sama said, "She's so feisty, don't you think so, Shelly?" Shelly-sama only nods.
"Me too! Me too!" Sharon called getting up on my chair and jumping up and down as she clanged to me. "Wait Sharon! Ah!-" too late she pushes us off the chair. I get her smaller figure and embrace her as we fall onto the hard floor but the thing is that I don't feel the floor at all. Instead something warm and cozy was where I landed. I open my eyes and look up. "Ah! Break!"
"Could you two be more careful," he says monotone as he stands us up. "Specially you, you're older than her and should take better care of her.""Shut up!" I call. "Never asked for your help! You're my rival remember!"
"Never accepted to such thing," he says brushing off Sharon's dress and looks at me. "You're hair's a mess."
"So is yours," I back fire as he started to tidy my mess of slight auburn curls around, "Plus, why do you have long hair? You're a guy."
"If you would just shut up," he said.
"Make me," I reply sticking my tongue out.
"Withdraw that or I'll cut it out," he says making me slurp It back into my mouth and covering my it with my hands. "You're mean," I mumble against my hands. "There," he said standing up and going back to seat down. "You're hair's off the way of your face now. You can see your eyes clearly too. Don't thank me." I reach to my left side where he was working on my hair and felt something. A plait? "Elena one-chan looks cute!" Sharon called. I look down embarrassed still holding the plait of my auburn hair.
"Well," Cheryl-sama said getting my and everyone else's attention. "For now you'll be staying here at the Rainsworth Mansion."
"Yay!" Sharon cheered.
"Really?" I ask.
"You did appear here," Shelly-sama said. "So from now on you are under our jurisdiction."
"Thank you very much!" I say bowing down to them both. "I won't disappoint you."
"So be it child," Cheryl-sama said as both left.
And so started my life here… Two hundred years after my time, with these people. In the time that I was training in the Rainsworth Household and getting myself updated with everything, a year passed. Then Cheryl-sama offered me a mission that concerned me. To find any others that had the same powers as me; after all I never told anyone but her about the small things I was able to do that suddenly had augmented on my twelfth birthday. I was to start searching at Salem. I was to accomplish my mission in a year's time. I left the Rainsworth House shortly afterwards. Thing was it took me far more than a year to even find something. I was away for almost sixteen years…and I haven't changed one bit since I turned nineteen. Somehow by body stopped aging after that. I guess it was because of my contract with Thanatos.
I feel the cart wobble on the dirt road as I try to catch a nap. My hood over my head and my arms crossed in front of my chest. Fortunately I found somebody kind enough to give me a ride. A good stableman riding a cart full of hay. I was on the back with my suitcase with the little belongings I had left. "Miss!" I snap my head up hearing him call me, "We're getting there. You can see Reveille from here." I sit up from my sleep and look up to see the old city I left sixteen years ago.
I lower my black hood with white fur on the edge from my head to see better. It was from my short black jacket. Underneath it I had a long-to-my-thighs black, sleeveless vest and underneath that a plan white long sleeve blouse. On my neck a loose bow tie. I had black shorts and black knee high boots. A belt hanged from my shorts holding the magnum I had acquired. I squint my green mossy eyes and put the strand of my auburn hair-long to my forearm and with the same plait on my left side- away from my eyes and behind my ear as I overlook the city, "I'm finally home."
"This is precarious of you, Aira," I female voice called. Her silhouette showing the body of a grown woman no older than her twenties. Her hair long and an amber color her eyes shimmering with a yellow topaz shine. "Letting her live by sending her to the Abyss instead of killing her with Eris. What are your plans exactly?"
"You should know, Mirana," the voice of Aira, a strong yet light male voice, called mockingly. His silhouette of a man almost the same as the female's. His hair a dark black color like ash and eyes the color of dusk, yet not warm at all. "After all it was you who sent me to kill your little half sister."
"Tch," she grimace as formed into her perfectly formed lips. "She's a vermin, that's what she is. A prodigy unlike I who was a burden to the same Father we had. Only because her mother was a witch."
"Jealous?" his voice raised a bit curious and yet as mockingly as before.
"Jealous, as if," Mirana said. "I only want her out of the way. That way I can go after the big fish."
"You don't need me for that," he said as a matter of a fact.
"Oh of course I do~" she cooed clinging her arms from behind him around his neck, her breast against his back but seemingly he wasn't bothered by it. "You and Eris, Vanity and I. The four of us can take control of that organization and make out wishes come true. Isn't what you want~?"
"More than anything," he answered instantly.
"Then," she said slithering away as she twirled and a great snaked slithered behind her eyes a piercing purple, "Let's get started then, shall we? Let the Ouroboros' return be a festival!"
Crap! Long prologue, I know. But I had to write all this on just this one chappy. Hope you like it and it's another PH story except not with Elliot this time with _!Guess! \(n_n)/ Thannks! R&R, please!