Whitefield: Shattered Realms

Chapter 1 ~~ A New Day ~~ Gasp! Ian jolted awake with a sharp breath. As half his body sprang up from the bed, he got entangled in his white blanket and fell to the ground with a thud. He had rolled over to the edge of the bed while in deep slumber, his sudden body shift just pushed him over. “Ouch...” His thin pink lips opened as he groaned, letting out a fowl morning breath. His nose wrinkled from inhaling the pungent breath. He moved his upper body up and sat gently on his butt, resting his back on the bed's wooden frame. He was shirtless, while his lower body was wrapped in his white blanket. His fair skinned body was of a very light tone, that it almost looked white. A weird tattoo of unknown symbols was inscribed on the left side of his chest. He moved his right arm up, placing his palm on his white lustrous hair with silvery tints. His hair was styled as a faux hawk with undercut. He ruffled his hair over and over into a mess, till the consistent throbbing he felt dissi

Chapter 3 ~~ Evaluation ~~ |Department Of Defense and Technology — D.O.D.T| Inside the 40th floor of the sky high building... The office was enshrouded in darkness, the windows were covered with thick dark blinds. The office wasn't in complete darkness though, as the light beaming from the large flat screen TV, brought some illumination. This made it possible to see the silhouettes and the few faces of the men seated around a long rectangular table. They all faced the direction of the TV screen, watching what was transmitted with keen and undivided attention. One could say they didn't even blink at all, making them akin to functionless androids. The TV displayed a footage of some people camping out in the woods at night. They were seated round the campfire, chatting casually and laughing heartily. After about half an hour had passed, which the was cut out of the footage, when one of them decided to take a leak in the dark, about a few meters away from the camp site. Not too lon

Chapter 5 ~~ Suicide Squad ~~ The woods... The orange sun finally disappeared beneath the horizon as darkness fell almost immediately. The blue moon hung in the cloudless, star dotted sky, glistering in its illuminated ambience. A serene atmosphere reigned throughout Huntsville like a shower of snow flakes. The trees in the woods fluttered in rhythm to the cool flowing wind. The crickets made their presence known with their ululating chirps. The stony-grassy grounds rattled slightly as a Humvee, a police cruiser, and two bikes made their way through the woods, their headlights beaming brightly. Getting to a certain cleared location, the vehicles came to a halt almost simultaneously. Two policemen alighted the white and blue cruiser. They were clad in Huntsville's police uniforms; starched brown shirts, deep brown trousers and black boots. They both had walkie talkies attached to their shoulders. Since they parked behind the Humvee, they had to trot forward and meet up with the o

Chapter 7 ~~ I Told You So ~~ Ian and Chase lumbered into the class with straight faces. All eyes were on them but they ignored. Well, not totally though. Ian was again staring at Kira, who stylishly shared glances with him as well. Chase pulled him by the hand and they sat down, listening to the English teacher’s teachings. The duo barely lasted ten minutes when their minds trailed off with different emotions. They could no longer hear the teacher’s voice but their inner voices instead. Ian couldn’t wait for the class to end, so he could leave for the woods. He wouldn’t have come to class if not for his consistent attendance. He had this feeling that’s he’d find something interesting in the woods. Something had been drawing there ever since he read the news with Chase a while ago. He didn’t know what or why, but he felt he needed to get there as soon as possible. Maybe he could get answers as to why he’s been having these bizarre dreams of other worlds. While everyone had been in

Chapter 9 ~~ Backlash ~~ “Yeshhh… Yhou aare thhee oneee. Yhou arre Ghordon’s Aeon.”” . . ““I ccaamme tto thiis realm seekking reddemption. Obttaining thhe Aeon’s head andd retturning itt aas a ggift tto Loord Dhamon wouuld be tthhe perrfect wayyy”” . . ‘This realm? Aeon? Me? He’s gonna kill me?’ ~~ Those voices resounded in Ian’s mind, over and over again. He could see himself getting stabbed with the Werewolf’s claws, blood dripping down his torso. The beast lifted him up and opened it mouth to chew his head off. But all of a sudden, Ian finds himself standing far away, completely fine. No blood, no injuries… Then gets stabbed again! And the process repeated itself again and again. It was an endless cycle of death and resurrection. Gasp! Ian jolted awake with a sharp gasp. His eyes were still closed, but all his senses were functioning. He could feel himself lying on a thick foam and a pillow below his head. This familiar feeling made him sigh in relief. He was at home,