Chapter 1: Prologue Part 1
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-May 11, 1990-
3rd Person POV
In an average neighbourhood, in a small house at the end of the road, at a quarter after midnight, a man slipped out of bed. He began dressing for a business trip.
His pregnant wife stirred, "Anthony? You're leaving again?"
Anthony put on a tie before answering, "Yes, Maricela. The boss called me over to the mainland."
Maricela struggled to her feet, "When will you be back this time?"
He pecked her forehead, picking up his briefcase, "I don't know. A week, a month?"
She put a hand on her very large stomach, "But what about-"
Anthony kissed her lips before she could finish, "I'm sorry, honey. I'll be home soon."
By the time he had disappeared down the road in his car, she had felt it.
Maricela gasped, clutching her stomach. She waddled over to her phone on the kitchen table and sent a text to three people.
"It's time."
One carefully slipped out of bed, quietly taking a cloak from beneath the pillow.
The other figure still in bed groaned, blinking awake, glancing at the digital clock beside them, "Tamara, sweetie? Where're you going? It's 12:00 in the morning..."
"Shh, Kevin... Go back to sleep, my love..." Tamara stroked his hair, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, "I'll be back in the morning. Don't worry."
She slipped the cloak on, disappearing out the door, out the house, and down the street. Down the nearest alley, she darted. She pressed her palm flat against the back cement wall. A dark portal opened. With a quick glance behind her, she slipped through out of sight.
Elsewhere, another figure slipped out of bed, throwing on a cloak. The other individual in the bed stirred.
"What the hell, Camilla? It's-" A quick glance at the clock increased the anger, "Midnight! Where are you going?"
Camilla avoided eye contact, fastening the cloak, "Out. Go back to sleep, James."
He sat up, eyes narrowing, "You've been keeping secrets from me. And I'm done. I love you and that's why I asked you to marry me. I thought I knew you but I don't. Not anymore."
She paused, swallowing thickly before responding, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'll be back in the morning."
Before he could respond, Camilla all but ran out the door, out the house, and down the street. She took a sharp turn down the nearest alleyway. She pressed her palm flat against the back cement wall. A dark portal appeared. Not even sparing a glance behind her she stepped through.
The third individual was already awake when they received the text. Pinning a cloak around them, the figure looked around the room muttering under their breath, "Where did you put the book, Sage? You're losing it..."
A sound caused her to cringe and turn to face the bed. However, the figure in the bed did not wake. Sighing out in relief, she looked around once more, spotting the large, dusty, old book.
She smiled, whispering, "Sweet dreams, Daniel... I'll be back in the morning..."
And with that, she disappeared out the door, out of the house, and down the street.
She slipped down the nearest alleyway. She set the book onto the ground and chanted a few words in another language. The book flipped open to the middle. Sage stepped onto the book, one foot on either page, before they both lifted into the air. She rode the wind on the book like a surf board out of sight.
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The three women gathered around Maricela on her bed.
Sage held out the book, waving her hand over the cover. It floated in front of her, opening to the middle without her support.
Tamara sat by the Maricela's bedside, whispering soothing words and pressing a cloth to her forehead.
Camilla barked out orders one right after the other. Sage began chanting.
Her voice doubled when a heart of blacks, violets, and navies began glowing on Maricela's stomach.
Soon the house was filled with only the cries of the newborn child. "It's a female, Maricela. It seems that HE was a good choice after-all." Camilla handed the child to her mother gently with a smirk, "She has your eyes..."
Maricela murmured a short chant. Elena's black irises receded until they were a deep blue, "Not anymore." She smiled, cooing softly at the child, "She's beautiful... Hello... Elena..."
"HE did gooooooooood!" Sage grinned, waving her hand over the book. It disappeared into thin air.
Tamara snorted, rolling her eyes, "Good to know everyone's priorities."
And in that split second later, everything went wrong. The house began shaking violently. Glass shattered from every location. The roaring winds that begun soaring through the room drowned Elena's cries. Maricela clutched her child tightly to her chest.
"W-What's happening? How did he find us? You said we had time!" She screamed in Camilla's direction, tears threatening to spill.
Camilla gritted her teeth, running over to the bedroom door and waving her hand over it, causing the door to shine with the blocking spell. Sage followed suit on the window on the other side of the room, closing the blinds immediately after.
Tamara paced back and forth, biting her nails, eyes unblinking in the direction of the floor, "No... Why is he here? He shouldn't have found us so soon... He's come for me..."
Camilla crossed the floor, slapping her soundly. The room shook once more, "Pull yourself together! We need to get out of here! We must move on until the next maiden is conceived and born!"
With one hesitant nod, followed by a more confident one, Tamara and Camilla clasped their hands together parallel over Maricela and Elena. Sage put her one hand on their clasped hands and the other on Maricela's shoulder, joining the strange words. The new mother was not far behind.
A dark glow surrounded the five. An empty laugh echoed through the room. The females only caught a glimpse of the psychotic man step into the room before disappearing into a dark portal. It closed abruptly behind them.
One thing they couldn't mistake. The man's eyes...