lost

“Made from me?” Eve shuddered.

“An ancient spell. But you are the last of your bloodline. The last one maintaining it. Without you, the people of your world can walk into ours.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“Not as bad as the monsters from my world roaming yours.”

Maybe she was crazy, maybe she wasn’t, but the blood on Eve’s head and her sore throat convinced her to listen.

“I’ll go pack.”

“Nothing from your world can cross the rift but you. And the walkers because they were made of you.”

“I waited too long, and our time has expired. We must leave. Now.”

“Leave for where?” Eve croaked, her voice raw after the thing’s attack.

“Across the rift. I will take you to King Selenium.”

“And if I don’t want to go?”

“Then the walkers will kill us both.”

The shadow leapt at her, tossing her across the floor. Her head slammed into the leg of a chair, and her vision blurred with her own blood.

The shadow pressed its hand to her throat, but the white-haired man was there, slashing it in two.

She could breathe again.

“Eve, time is running out. We must-”

Before he could finish his sentence, strange, shadowy things leapt at him.

He drew a pair of curved blades and slashed through the shadows.

Eve pressed her hand to her mouth.

Then she saw the same kind of shadow in the hallway, and not even her hand could stop her scream.

Slinking along the walls, Eve crept out to the front room despite herself.

Here, standing on her front lawn was a man that looked like he’d stepped out of Final Fantasy.

Long white hair. Pointed ears. Strange clothing.

Now she knew she’d lost it.