Blood of the Pure (Gaea) by Sophia CarPerSanti Read Free Book Online Page A

Floating right in front of my eyes, suspended in midair, at the center of what used to be a pentagram, was a black mass of nothingness. No color, no sound, no air. The nothingness was pure darkness spitting out that furious vortex of wind.
    I couldn’t move, nor speak or even blink. I briefly thought I could only be dreaming, that somehow I had fallen asleep along the way and hadn’t even noticed it.
    The nothingness that had been dark and round began to slowly stretch, and I asked myself if it would end up swallowing the whole room, and me with it! Finally it stopped growing and the wind subsided until everything was silent once again. The nothingness, however, hadn’t disappeared and, as I stared at it, started to look more like some kind of egg. In the silence my irregular breath became suddenly quite audible, as my heart ran desperately inside my chest. Unable to think about any of the possible consequences, I raised my right hand, which wouldn’t stop shaking, to touch it. That thing looked hard, but at the same time almost liquid. It looked soft and malleable. On the other hand, its shape was perfectly geometrical.
    However, as soon as I touched it, a shrill shriek echoed through my room making me cover both ears. The dark egg exploded with that screeching sound and what stood in its place was even more terrifying.
    I dragged myself along the floor, pulling away without even thinking, until I hit the wall. Even then I tried to get farther away, as if I could drill a hole somewhere and simply run away. My crazed eyes didn’t know where or what to look at. The only thing I could hear was my own breath, guaranteeing me I was still alive. The horror froze me inside, making me shiver uncontrollably, and erased all rational thoughts from my mind.
    I suddenly saw arms and hands holding legs covered in black; a cascade of long black hair falling over bent knees pulled against a white chest. The skin I could see was inhumanely white. And worst of all, I saw dark glossy wings embracing a body protectively.
    This was no dream! It was a nightmare from which I wished I could wake up as soon as possible!
    But I didn’t wake up. And, as my eyes that I couldn’t for the life of me close began burning, the horror that completely ruled over me threatened to stop my heart from beating. Unable to move and utterly terrified, I watched as the inhuman figure slowly came to life. The arm around its knees fell to its side and the legs began to stretch, even though it still floated in midair. The black tunic it wore, looking more like a piece of satin wrapped around it, floated down with a gentle murmur, shocking vividly with the panic inside me.
    It raised its head and I wanted to scream, run, cry ... anything ... but I simply stood there, trembling and powerless. I saw flashes of its face, but my eyes wouldn’t stop wandering around in sheer terror. And then its wings opened, like dark shadows ready to devour the entire world, and the deafening roar came back. I think I screamed. I should have. I remember closing my eyes tightly and thinking I would probably never open them again. The silence that followed convinced me I’d been right and that my life was over, and I silently gave thanks that at least it had been painless.
    The sound of footsteps over broken glass startled me and the fear that momentarily left me came back to strangle my chest. Dreading what I was about to see, wishing I wouldn’t be able to do it, I opened my eyes to a scene of complete devastation.
    My desk had been shattered in hundreds of small wooden pieces; my books were all over the floor, some lying opened, many torn, their white pages dancing lazily by the cold wind coming from the window. The window! Sure, it was still closed, but the glass was shattered into tiny bits that shone among the broken wood and torn pages.
    A shadow leaned over me and, panicking, I recalled what I’d tried so hard to forget. Why hadn’t I simply fainted? Maybe I’d wake up the