The rain silently fell onto Erin's face as she looked at the sky with her viridecent eyes. Her brown hair getting damper by the minute, as the heavy clouds had just started to empty themselves of the water they held. She looked back down and started to walk on the trail she knew so well in the forest that held some of her most precious memories. She wondered if Quincy would be late again. He usually was, but she really wished he didn't make her wait in the rain. Knowing the weather, she presumed that they would meet in the abandoned cabin they fixed up so many years ago. Erin started to wrap her scarf around her head when the rain got worse. As she reached the end of the, now muddy, trail, she saw a familiar black hoodie. The actuall hood had a fur lining, with a primary beige color, with strands of brown and black. Quincy always tried to convince you that it was an expensive aviator jacket, but you knew it was just a hand-me-down from his father. The black haired boy turned his head and gave a simple wave. He was wearing his normal clothing, black combat boots, pale dark blue jeans, a grey t-shirt, and, ofcourse, his hoodie. He started to walk toward Erin with a faint smile dusted across his face. Erin always hated how much she loved Quincy's eyes. They were an arctic grey with a hint slate blue.
'Ugh get those thoughts out of your head idiot!' Erin thought to herself. She then realized that she stopped walking and was now staring at her friend for an awkwardly long amount of time. This would have been fine if Quincy hadn't been her ex as well.
"Why ya starin'?" Quincy questioned, "Ya wanna get back together again?" He had that stupid smirk on that oozed sarcasm... and that hypnotic british accent...
'Fucking hell' Erin said to herself before she retaliated, "Shut up asshat" Erin argessively retaliated. Quincy laughed and they started walking towards their shack. The rain was slowly growing worse and both teens knew that, soon, the rains would get really heavy, really quickly. Both picked up their pace, hoping they would be able to make it to their cabin. They saw their cabin, made of old oak and birch trees, but just as the teens thought they were in the clear, the rain started pouring so much water on Erin's and Quincy, it was like a bucket was dumping an endless flow of water on them. They quickly entered the cabin, slamming the door behind them. They took a moment to catch their breath until they noticed that there was a light source being emitted from behind them. Quickly, Quincy drew his shadow weapon* and spun on his heels to face the possible intruder.
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"Woah, woah, woah!" The trespasser squealed, "Dude chill it's me!"
"Matthew?" Quincey inquired.
"Duh, who else knows about this place?" Matthew answered nonchalantly, "And when did you get that sick new shadow weapon??" Matthew was an energetic guy who was built for any challange. He was wearing a navy blue jacket with a black 3/4 sleeve shirt, black jeans, and black converse. His childish expression never left his face, his amber eyes filled with humor and interest, his clean cut jaw and stubble that almost made him look like Zac Effron, and an award winning, unbeatable smile that would make any girls heart melt. The only problem with that is that he had a boyfriend.
"I just made it the other day" Quincy replied.
"Hi Matthew!" Erin said eagerly. Matthew resplied with a 'hello' and they dove into a conversation about Quincy's new weapon, the rain pattering atop the wooden rooftop. The saftey of the cabin made the trio relaxed. Relaxation was key at the moment, for in the Bazanthinium realm, a war was raging on, between the Demonica* and the Angelic* species. A war that would change their lives.
Forever.
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*Shadow Weapon - A weapon a Demonica can create overtime to use in battle. A shadow weapon can be unsheathed if the user makes a small cut on their body, so the Demonica's blood can solidify into the desired weapon.
*Demonica - A species that has a physical human form and a True Spirit. The True Spirit is a creature that is either born with or 'assigned' (for half breeds) to the Demonica. The Demonica are local to the communist Shadow Realm.
*Angelics - A species with high stats at birth, they have a strict democratic communiuty. The high ranking Angelic officials have wings depending on their rank or class in the community.
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Thank you for reading this chapter. I may or may not post more in a couple weeks because I have finals, but there will be more. Go check out Citysunknown for "Into the Rift: Akali".