Tales of Malenatu: The Midnight Awakening
written by Amillya Carter
In another world, another planet, a group of immortal gods have been trapped in a waking nightmare. They live in this world as mortals, not knowing of the world they truly belong in. Only on the day of one goddess's birthday amongst her companions do they all realize that in which they have lost....and what dangers will await them in both their homeworld and the dreamland.... (This was a work created by a very good friend of mine, It's written in the POV of a character she created for the series. Hope you enjoy the story!)
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
6
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Chapter Two: Red Eyes
Chapter 2
We arrived at the lake early, the moon being only a quarter of the way up in the sky. I slowly stepped out of the car, my ankle shaking slightly as it hit the ice. I’d ripped tendon out of my ankle when I was eight and hadn’t even gone to the hospital, so my ankle was absolute shit by this time. It seemed to give out once every two days, and it gave me a slightly noticeable, but permanent limp. I slid my around to the other side of the van, getting more and more used to the ice below me as I went.
Evie was already slipping and sliding her way in my direction too, falling once and grabbing the handle on the back of the car to pull herself up. I laughed a little until she reached out, grabbed my good leg, and pulled until my butt was glued to the ice. And then we both wound up laughing, the sound of happy teens echoing off the mountains around us.
Evie's parents ushered us forward, urging us to get of our lazy butts and make our way to the elevator that would take us down. She got up first, more elegantly than I did, her straight hair falling around her waist as she used the car for leverage. I didn’t have that luxury, as my ankle would not go back into place from twisting it this time. So I pretended I was a seal and flopped my way over, knocking everything down on the way.
We reached a steel cage suspended by wires that reminded me a bit of a mineshaft and opened the top to crawl in. My curly hair got caught a little on the side of the cage, so I had to untangle it before we could go. I earned a sharp glare from Evie's mother for that. Once I’d finally gotten it to sit back down at my waist where it was supposed to be, I smiled at them to let them know we could go.
With a hefty sigh, a lever was pulled and the cage started falling slowly into the ground.
No one talked on the way down as I fixed my ankle with several cracks that made Evie's parents cringe. She was unaffected by it, only because she’d been hearing this sound for over a year and a half.
The cage hit the rocks below with a loud crash, shaking a little before a side door swung open to let us out. Torches lit up the place, warming the cave systems to just the right temperature. We took a look around to find a kitchen, bathroom, and dining area in the rocks. A banner hung above the dining room that said “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EVIE!” Several Hellsing-related paraphernalia lay scattered across the rooms, becoming mixed with several dragon objects, like the plates.
One by one, groups of people showed up until the caves were all packed with people. I’d gotten overwhelmed by the sheer number and started having anxiety attacks, wishing desperately that I’d brought my service dog, Ashe. But she was at home with my mom and brother. I couldn’t help but think that my character in the books my group was writing wouldn’t let this affect her.
Evie found me eventually, cowering in a corner of the kitchen. She called a couple of our other friends over and soon, five girls total sat in the kitchen with me. None of us really said anything, none of us moved until I got up, my eyes glazed over, and moved towards the door. It took great effort for me to even move without shaking or falling. The other girls got up behind me and followed my lead. I let them exit the room before leaving myself.
Just as I was about to step foot out the door, a loud crash awoke my senses. It sounded like a large stack of dishes falling to the floor just behind me. I heard a couple of them roll across the ground. But there was no one else there. The dishes would have moved all by themselves. Except that’s impossible.
I slowly turned back towards the large pile of dishes that were supposed be sitting on the counter. There they were, untouched. Still sparkling in the torch’s light. Unharmed. None lay on the ground.
I could have sworn I’d heard them fall, clattering to the ground. It was clear as day. So why are they all still perfect?
I looked around the room, and there I saw something even more disturbing. Two glowing red dots in a cloud of black mist, crouching, staring. Looking into my soul from the same corner I’d been in only moments ago. Two red eyes in the dark.
Evie was already slipping and sliding her way in my direction too, falling once and grabbing the handle on the back of the car to pull herself up. I laughed a little until she reached out, grabbed my good leg, and pulled until my butt was glued to the ice. And then we both wound up laughing, the sound of happy teens echoing off the mountains around us.
Evie's parents ushered us forward, urging us to get of our lazy butts and make our way to the elevator that would take us down. She got up first, more elegantly than I did, her straight hair falling around her waist as she used the car for leverage. I didn’t have that luxury, as my ankle would not go back into place from twisting it this time. So I pretended I was a seal and flopped my way over, knocking everything down on the way.
We reached a steel cage suspended by wires that reminded me a bit of a mineshaft and opened the top to crawl in. My curly hair got caught a little on the side of the cage, so I had to untangle it before we could go. I earned a sharp glare from Evie's mother for that. Once I’d finally gotten it to sit back down at my waist where it was supposed to be, I smiled at them to let them know we could go.
With a hefty sigh, a lever was pulled and the cage started falling slowly into the ground.
No one talked on the way down as I fixed my ankle with several cracks that made Evie's parents cringe. She was unaffected by it, only because she’d been hearing this sound for over a year and a half.
The cage hit the rocks below with a loud crash, shaking a little before a side door swung open to let us out. Torches lit up the place, warming the cave systems to just the right temperature. We took a look around to find a kitchen, bathroom, and dining area in the rocks. A banner hung above the dining room that said “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EVIE!” Several Hellsing-related paraphernalia lay scattered across the rooms, becoming mixed with several dragon objects, like the plates.
One by one, groups of people showed up until the caves were all packed with people. I’d gotten overwhelmed by the sheer number and started having anxiety attacks, wishing desperately that I’d brought my service dog, Ashe. But she was at home with my mom and brother. I couldn’t help but think that my character in the books my group was writing wouldn’t let this affect her.
Evie found me eventually, cowering in a corner of the kitchen. She called a couple of our other friends over and soon, five girls total sat in the kitchen with me. None of us really said anything, none of us moved until I got up, my eyes glazed over, and moved towards the door. It took great effort for me to even move without shaking or falling. The other girls got up behind me and followed my lead. I let them exit the room before leaving myself.
Just as I was about to step foot out the door, a loud crash awoke my senses. It sounded like a large stack of dishes falling to the floor just behind me. I heard a couple of them roll across the ground. But there was no one else there. The dishes would have moved all by themselves. Except that’s impossible.
I slowly turned back towards the large pile of dishes that were supposed be sitting on the counter. There they were, untouched. Still sparkling in the torch’s light. Unharmed. None lay on the ground.
I could have sworn I’d heard them fall, clattering to the ground. It was clear as day. So why are they all still perfect?
I looked around the room, and there I saw something even more disturbing. Two glowing red dots in a cloud of black mist, crouching, staring. Looking into my soul from the same corner I’d been in only moments ago. Two red eyes in the dark.
