Millennium - Ch.1 PrologueMillennium - Ch.1 Prologue by Shimaira
Chapter 1 ~ Prologue
A young girl, around the age of six or seven, was playing with some lilies she had picked from her mother's favourite flowerbed. The grass tickled between her toes and the wind played with her dark red curls. The white dress she was wearing was covered with mud stains and green smears from the grass.
"Mother won't be pleased when she finds out what you've done..."
The girl ignored the whispering voice and looked at the petals of the pink lily she was holding.
"She will scold you for dirtying that pretty dress she made especially for your birthday."
"But my birthday was a few days ago," the little girl replied softly.
"That doesn't mean you can make it all filthy now does it?" The whispering voice seemed to snarl and she winced.
After a few seconds of silence she turned her attention back to the flower. Slowly, she removed every petal.
"What are you doing now?" the voice demanded.
"Nothing," she whispered back.
"I can see what you're doing..."
A little scared
Millennium - Chapter 2 DreamsMillennium - Chapter 2 Dreams by Shimaira
Chapter 2 ~ Dreams
A scream bolted through the night.
Blankets were thrown aside.
Aislinn's black cat, Luna, ran through the house as if hit by lightning.
Emily knocked on Aislinn's jammed door.
"Aislinn?! What's wrong?" she yelled whilst trying to open the door. "Did you lock the door?"
Aislinn screamed again.
Emily started to panic and threw herself against the door. With the third strike the door gave in and the girl stumbled inside.
Aislinn fell asleep the moment she touched the bed. It didn't take long before she was dreaming. She was running down a hallway; she didn't see who was chasing her, but somehow she knew that something bad would happen if she stopped running. The hallway was empty and silent, her footsteps echoed. She noticed a hole in the ceiling; gracefully, she lifted herself up and crawled through the small passage. Hearing weird noises behind her, she started to panic. She crawled faster and saw that the passage went down. Sliding down headfirst she landed in
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It was a beautiful summer night, but Leyna could not enjoy it, as she had to work late. To enter the company’s terrain she first had to pass by security. The man on duty looked rather bored as he noted down her name, phone number and the building she would be working in.
As she walked to the lab through a small park, she looked up to the sky.
Full stars, a small crescent moon.
A smile crept upon her face. She didn’t mind having to come back to work at this hour, as she enjoyed her job.
As she entered the laboratory building she used her badge to open the first set of doors, and again to get into the laboratory area. She exchanged her coat for a lab coat, put on safety goggles and swapped her shoes for special laboratory ones. A yawn escaped before she entered the lab and got to work.
It was almost three in the morning when she was finishing up her work when a loud bang shook the building. Wide-eyed and heart racing she ran through the entire lab area, but whatever it
My Lord - Ch.1In forgotten times, in a dark corner of the world, there once was an empire ruled by a young lord.
Though young, he ruled with firm hand.
The townsfolk feared and respected him, for he kept invading armies from their doors. The remains of those armies were often found near the border, out on display to warn any neighbouring lords with similar ideas.
It was a rather normal autumn day when the lord sent out one of his men to buy a slave at the local market. Sadly, slaves were rather normal in that time and region. They were often young women who had been unlucky enough to end up on the streets without a home or family and sometimes they were sons or daughters simply sold to the slave traders; a last resort when succumbing to debt and hunger.
Juris was the head of the housekeeping. He was in his mid twenties, had short brown hair and well formed arms as a result from all the heavy work. His father had sold him when he was only six years old in order to pay off his gambling debt and the op