From Slave To Queen (Athena and Michael) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125

*Flara

I’ve been walking through this place for hours, days, maybe even weeks. There’s no day or night here, no sun or stars. Just an infinite stretch of

Istrren land.

I walk and walk, draining all my strength until i collapse to my knees on the ground, hoping to reach that pale light stretching across the horizon, to find something more than this endless nothing. Again and again, Lend up exhausted, passed out on the ground until 1 regain enough strength to take another step. The curious thing is, I don’t feel hunger, thirst, or sleep. It’s as if my body has a limited charge that runs out and recharges every time I faint.

Nothing seems different this tim

time–or so I think—until in the diurance, breaking the horizon, I see the unmistakable silhouette of a woman

No matter how much I want to move faster, my steps remain agonizingly slow, I don’t know how much time passes–likely far more than I think- before I get close enough to see her more clearly. She seems completely unaware of me.

Suddenly, ale cluiches her chest as if in pain and lets out a thunderous scream that would split the sky–if there were anything like that here

I stumble on my feet, startled by such a display of agony. I fall on my backside and dig my nails into the dead soil surrounding me. The woman, still clutching her chest, screams again into the air, and the sound shakes me from head to toe. Her hair is the color of flames, cascading down to

ser want in wild curls. Despite the pained expression on her face, she is beautiful

A movement between her legs catches my attention, and with genuine horror, I watch as something I cannot name forces its way inside her. It has no face or shape–it’s a deme darkness that enters her and makes her scream in agony,

“I will not bend, I will not bend, the woman cries out between screams.

Though her body twists in pain and that thing forces itself into her, she doesn’t fall, doesn’t bend. She places one hand on her back and the other on her chest, breathing heavily. Sweat beads on her forehead, and that vivid red hair clings to her cheeks. Her eyes look in my direction, but nothing suggests she actually sees me.

A new faceless creature appears, shaped like a serpent, and coils tightly around her leg, tearing her skin until blood pours out. The woman screams again in torment. I’m filled with helplessness. I try to stand and run to her aid–unsuccessfully. It’s as if an invisible weight is pressing down on me, holding me in place.

More of those creatures appear, so many it’s painful to look at. Meanwhile, the woman screams, but she does not fall, does not bend, does not kneel. She looks upward, at what should be the sky–though all we see above is red–and gives it the most defiant look I have ever witnessed.

“One day, my children will populate your beloved land, and I will make their purpose the slaughter of yours. Blood will be their feast, and screams, their lullabies. Today you’ll have my cries and tears–only today. Never again”

Then, six scarlet tears slide down her cheeks and fall to the ground, watering the earth with blood. A sound erupts so loud the ground beneath my handh trembles. My heart races in fear. From the earth, the blood, and the filth, a body begins to form. I know it is a body–I can distinguish arms and legs, hands and feet.

The astonishingly beautiful woman watches with a mix of awe and forment as what appears to be a full–grown human takes shape before her. Little by little, what looked like soil becomes pale skin, the grime gives way to black hair, sharp nails, toned arms, and a grin full of white teeth and pointed fangs

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