The party was in full swing, and everyone seemed to be having a great time but Soren was seated on the plush red-coloured sofa. He didn’t enjoy party life but since this was his birthday party, he had to endure the pain and torture of partying or as he would call it, the “self-inflicted pain of human interaction”, he was an introvert but that’s what made Soren, well, Soren.Soren had just turned 18, he was a reserved one, but even so he constantly felt the weight of being his parents' only son and the silent but ever-present pressure to succeed that came with it. He didn’t appreciate society's views on what made someone quote "important" or "unimportant." To most people, being important meant having wealth and influence. But Soren believed real worth came from quietly contributing to the world without seeking recognition. To him, true heroes worked in the shadows, while everyone else was just pretending, or as he would call them - “posers”. He’d often dream of being a superhero or any

Soren stared at the crack with the most puzzled of looks, he began to wonder if he was experiencing the early stages of dementia because he was more than certain that he had just finished working on that wall and covering the mysterious crack. Suddenly, almost like a little flash of an intriguing clue, Soren noticed a strange swirling pattern that was peeping through the crevice. He approached it slowly, but as he got closer, he couldn't help but feel like the air had gotten heavier and the atmosphere seemed all too eerie. “This feels wrong”, he thought to himself. It felt like he was in a horror movie and about to have a heart-wrenching jumpscare thrown at him, slowly but steadily he approached. “I should probably stay back”, he spoke within himself, but he knew he couldn't, after all sooner or later the truth behind that crack would make itself known whether he liked it or not. He peeped into the crevice to see the suspicious pattern which extended through the wall in front of h

Elysia awoke to the sound of terrifying screams, dust filled the air outside the tent but her mother wasn't by her side. Her heart skipped a beat, she quickly jacked up and bolted outside to meet the horror that awaited her.The camp was being overrun by Yotu, she was confused, distressed, scared, she felt so many emotions that she couldn't keep track of, I thought we still had time? Were the other villagers wrong? A barrage of questions ran through her mind, but in reality, she was betrayed, her whole village had been betrayed by those around them. They had noticed that the horde would be so difficult to avoid as a whole and used them as bait so slow them down while they hurried away. The relayed the informer ion late intentionally and told them they still had time. They were tricked, their trust in those around them would prove to be their peril.Elysia, still distraught by the things happening around her continued searching for mother amongst the chaos. Villagers turned warriors fo

Soren rushed out of his House, locking the door behind him. He was scared as well, Orion sounded really agitated over the phone, “What happened?” he thought. “I hope he’s not in trouble.” He shuffled his gaze between his phone and the path he was on into the woods, trying to navigate as quickly he could. “His location isn’t far from here”, he thought. “Please don’t be something serious”. “I’m here!”, Soren shouted as he leaped over the last boulder that stood between him and Orion. Orion, seeing his friend Soren, stood up with urgency and beckoned on him to come closer. Soren had noticed it too. He was puzzled. There was someone on the ground behind Orion, her skin was so pale, he was scared that she might be dead. “Soren, come over here!!”, “I don’t think she’s dead because she’s breathing but I can’t account for anything internal” Orion informed as Soren got closer. SorenShe’s beautiful, I mean I could tell from where I was that she was pretty but up close, she’s stunning. I ben

Elysia’s POV: His hands were warm, they were comforting. That’s the only physical sensation I felt at that moment, my mind and heart were in total chaos as I remembered what had become of the Woman who made my world but his presence was comforting enough for me to notice that his hands were warm. I couldn’t even control the tears that rolled down my cheeks, they came on their own accord, each tear reflecting the fear, anger, and helplessness that I felt in those final moments. I needed her. I really needed her. But for some reason, I felt like I could speak to him, like there were no boundaries between our worlds, like we had known each other for quite a while. I couldn’t believe that I felt all this and more with just his hands wrapped around me, but I couldn’t control anything in that moment. Not how I felt, not even how I was positioned. Everything felt cold and warm at the same time. “My mother”, the only words I could say. I wanted to say more, but I felt constr