6 Years Ago
It was six years ago, I was in the car with my husband and our three kids coming back from a vacation. He was driving while I used the map to guide us through the streets. I could still feel the air from outside the window rushing in as we sped through the road. It was refreshing since our car was still hot – since we left it outside in the sun cooking for a couple of hours this morning – so the breeze of air was appreciated by all.
The lights from the light post on every corner not letting any darkness escape as we drove. But as we continued driving down the road the lights began to dim ever so slowly, only letting the essential light to guide us as we made our way further down. My husband knew his way around so the light wasn't much of a problem after a point.
As we got close enough to the house, I looked back to my kids and saw them fighting. Chloe and her twin brother Ryan, ten at the time, when they were arguing about a game they had to share. Their older brother Adam, fifteen at the time, breaking them up. I thanked him and talked about how a family shouldn't be fighting but trying to understand and overcome the problem. I did that speech so much that they memorized it. I wasn't amused but my husband was, he chuckled as I finished and we continued to drive.
A couple blocks later, I felt something or someone following us. The streets were empty but I couldn't shake off the feeling. My husband said he felt it too, so he pressed the gas to get us home quickly. At the same time Ryan and Chloe started arguing again causing me and my husband to raise our voices, yelling. In that moment when we were distracted, a car came running into us from a one-way street. The last thing I saw was a symbol of a tree with the roots forming an infinity sign on the car.
The impact sent our car flying as it crashed into a tree knocking my husband and kids unconscious and pinning me in the car. I looked back to see Adam missing so I used most of my strength to break out of the car and look for him.
Many of my ribs were broken and I had a puncture wound in my side. I held it as I went looking for him. I slowly crawled as I searched for Adam, the next thing I knew a ring of fire surrounded me and a man in a white coat, gray beard and mustache appeared from the fire with Adam in hand. A machine on his back, Green tubes of liquid coming out of the machine being pumped into him.
He holds Adam relatively unharmed beside a few cuts from the glass as he holds him by the neck up from the air threatening to crush it with his hand. He looks at Adam with a look of one would give an animal they found amusing.
I yelled out in pain and anger at him, wanting to know what he wanted from us but he didn't say anything. Only threw a pin of a tree with the roots that connects to make an infinity symbol and another pin of a flame and a rock each in a section of a square.
But that didn't scare me, what he did next shook my soul. He gave me a twisted smile as the sides of his lips stretched out to his cheekbones and said in a cold and low tone.
"We have the Queen of earth and now the Prince of flames, we have to prepare for the siren of the sea and the King of winds to awaken here and then take them as well so we may harvest the primordial."
The man then walked back out of the fire with Adam in hand, Adam stretched his hand out for me but I was too weak to run after him. I was helpless to do anything the fire was suffocating as the smoke dared to enter my lungs. I turned to my husband then my children seeing the fire getting worse. I crawled with the last ounce of my strength to them, hugging them as I used my body to cover Chloe and Ryan from the fire. I didn't have any regrets, I only wished I could've seen them grow up more. That was my last thought as I felt my body become cold from the blood lost as I die holding my children.
"Everything is alright, I'll… make it a better, mommy always do..." Were my last words to the children.
I wanted to say much more to them, to my husband… if they only knew more about the world and its dangers that waited for them. But I know my last words to them had to be one of a mother's, not of obligation even if they couldn't hear me.
The End of the Prologue