Author: HellOnWheels7 PM
A world that Evelyn once knew was destroyed, and her only solution is to find out the revealing secrets behind the death of her parents, and the disappearance of her brother. Along the way, Evelyn not only finds out interesting information about her family, but more about herself and her bloodline. Is she really who her parents said she was? - Read&Review, Please.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Fantasy - Chapters: 3 - Words: 5,656 - Updated: 12-23-12 - Published: 09-15-12 - id: 3058429
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The forest is a comfort zone. Everything seemed to go so smooth, and everything seemed to be perfect. There were absolute beautiful, green trees. The trunk and branches a perfect shade of hazel brown. Nothing but the breeze flowing throughout the perfect crisp leaves. The forest is peaceful. It's perfect.
My world was nothing compared to the wonders of a perfect forest. Everything had fallen out of my grasp; out of my reach, and further away from the perfect forest I had always dreamed of.
"Evelyn, try to catch!" I was seven, back in my hometown village. My brother had yelled at me, holding a small, blue egg in his child-like hands. At the sound of my name, I glanced up, just in time to catch the egg he launched over to me. He grinned, and skipped over to me, peering down at the smothered egg in my hand.
"Good catch, sis!-"
I awoke violently as a branch crackled above me. I wasn't in the past anymore. Instead, back to the reality that I hated and feared. Just a month ago I was in that village, with my brother; my family. Now, I was alone, with nothing but dignity, and a ruined village a mile away.
My brother was my best friend, and losing him to the Tecnals was the worst thing possible. The Tecnals ruled our kingdom, consisting of about fourteen villages including mine; or what was left of it. The Tecnals had been the first kingdom to rule, but soon after a second kingdom rose.
The Arcanas came in pursuit; both kingdoms trying to win over their right to rule. The Arcanas had always been the more skilled kingdom, but only consisted of ten villages. I was lost in the world of confusion. Everything had been taken from me, and I was going to take it back.
"Don't wake her up. Just snatch her." A muffled voice spoke up behind me. I had fallen asleep as night fell, obviously not smart enough to find a safer place to sleep. I didn't even realize. It was dark, and I couldn't see much of anything. I stayed still on the grass as the voices spoke and carried conversation.
"Elliott won't be very pleased that we are so late!" This voice was different from the first one. It was a tone of desperate worry.
"Quiet you. Elliot will be more than fortunate if we were to return with a legendary Eversong. Think of the glory behind our names." He chuckled, and I could slightly hear him make his way around to the front of me, the leaves crunching slowly, like he was trying to be as quiet as could be. But, he wasn't.
Eversong? What the hell?
The same frantic voice rose again.
"How do we even know she's an Eversong? I thought they only had a son..." He trailed into deep thought, just as one of them snatched up my arm. This is when I jolted up, and rolled over out of his grasp, making my way to my feet. They both looked up at me, astonished.
Anger rose inside of me. Not the type of anger when someone insults you, the kind of anger filled with fear, and frustration. My eyes switched from man to man. I was breathing deeply.
"Who are you?" I screamed at their silence. Their eyes flickered. The man who had grabbed me stepped up, grinning widely. His voice was hoarse. He had been the one giving orders to snatch me.
"I am John, and this is my servant Mian." My eyes shifted from John, to Mian. John was taller, and muscular. His dark black hair hung over his eyes, but even with the moonlight you could see his bright grey eyes. Despite his odd looks, he resembled a warrior; A fierce warrior.
Mian was different. He was smaller than I was, at a good five foot. Mian's wimpy, noodle arms hung by his side delicately. Just like John, he had long black hair, but it was curly and slightly cleaner. I couldn't make out his eyes behind the oval glasses perched on his nose.
"Why did you call me an Eversong?" A million questions ran throughout my head, but I'm sure they weren't going to answer them all. My feet shuffled back slightly. This was my chance to run.
I didn't take it. John laughed, almost like he knew.
"Dear, may I ask you what your name is?" I hesitated. What an odd question. He stepped towards me, his arms folding at his chest. He was cocky; too cocky.
"My name is Evelyn Brews." I announced, mimicking his arms across his chest. He huffed, and stepped closer again. In an instant, he was behind me, forcing my face into the wet grass below. I grunted, and felt him lift my long brown hair off the back of my neck. I wiggled violently as he laughed, his servant following under the influence.
"This is a beautiful tattoo." He pressed on the back of my neck. Then it clicked in my head. I had found out about the tattoo when I was around seven. It was a large cursive letter E, almost filling my entire neck. When I had asked my mother how I received the tattoo, she just stated that it resembled my name, and it was a foolish mistake done by my father.
My face gleamed red. Mian had been a bystander, leaning up against the tree as he watched John assault me. Finally, Mian stepped forward off the tree somewhat hesitating.
"We should be heading back, Master John." I finally felt the pressure lifted off my back. He had walked over to Mian. Through the darkness, I watched John place his hands behind his back, and stare at me.
"Take her with us," John bellowed, "Elliot will be more than pleased. She's one of the Eversongs. No doubt. There's no way that's slipping from our grasp, Mian." He began to walk towards me, letting me follow his pattern by stepping back. With every step he took, I made more distance between us.
"But, I'm not an Eversong! I don't even know what, or who that is!" I began to panic, finally backing up far enough to smash into a tree trunk behind me. That's when he pounced, his arms outstretched. Instinctively, I ducked, and rolled out from under his arms. I was on my feet again.
Before I knew it, I was running; running as if my life depended on it. John yelled something behind me, but it was too muffled for me to make out. My feet ached already, and I had barely got away from the scene. I heard his footsteps on the forest floor, snapping every branch in his path. I could imagine myself under those steel-toed boots of his.
He was gaining on me, obviously quicker than I was. I cut through multiple trees, taking the smallest spaces trying to lose him as best I could. However, he continued to stay on my heels. My life was in danger, and the adrenaline was rushing inside me.
After minutes of endless sprinting, the footsteps behind me stopped suddenly. I came to a complete stop, panting like a dog. He would catch up with me. It had to be a trick. I wasn't going to be so stupid. As I turned to take another step, an enormous pain arose in my back. I screamed out in agony and crumpled to the ground. On my shoulder, a five-pointed blade pierced my skin. It was deep enough in my flesh, only three of the blades barely visible.
It was impossible. He was too far away to be able to throw a blade at such lengths, let alone be able to pierce my back with such force. It was inhumane. At any moment he would be right on my tail. My scream would have led him straight to me, and the situation would repeat again. I could not afford for that.
Get up, Evelyn. Now.
My strength regained, and I was on my feet again, the soles already aching in pain. I reached back, feeling for the blade on my shoulder. When my fingers brushed across it, I slowly pulled, the blade easing out of my skin. I grunted, wanting the pain to go away.
"Oh, no you don't." John's foot came in contact with my spine, kicking my weak body back down. I yelped, and rolled to my side, looking straight up at him. I grabbed a nearby branch and swung it with immense power towards the side of his head. It made contact, and his body shifted in reaction. I swung my legs behind his calves.
Down he went, into the dirt below. It was a relief; revenge that had been inside me since the moment he had attacked me. How does that feel? He was on his feet again, as I was. I could faintly see his eyes, flaring with rage.
"Just like your father. I'm quite impressed." He spit into the grass in front of me, and grinned. "However, I'm increasingly tired of your attitude." I turned to run again, ignoring him, but my body stopped in mid-run, a shock possessing throughout my body. Electricity surged through my limbs, and my muscles became very weak. Before I knew it, I was crumpling to the ground, my vision becoming blurry. Everything shut down, and my eyes slowly rolled to the back of my head, just in time to feel my body completely hit the soil.
"You would think, being an Eversong, you would have reached your full potential by now." His voice echoed in my head as I drifted into a deep sleep. John made the pain go away. John indeed was, inhuman.