Strena The Dark Gods Part One
A Southern Continent Strena looked at her journal and, just to find an escape, wrote down a new entry. It has been four months on the sea. The time has been nothing but a horrendous series of events after the other. The fifty five men and women have all cut out time in half. Which is a good thing. Yet I know know that the hard part is yet to come. “Are you really writing in a journal, little girl?” She let out a scream as she dropped the quill. She looked to the right. Calm down girl. Why? Because of him. “Oh? Still don’t know what is going on?” Don’t cry, don’t cry. Don’t let him see your tears. But I already have. Be brave! “Why?” “Strena, it’s time to go.” Chashathrophogh said as he unlocked the door and the moment that she walked out he grabbed her hand. “Do I have to go? I don’t-” “We will keep a close eye on you. Now, don’t let go of my hand.” She nodded and tightened her grip. They walked up the stairs. She felt a jolt of ache as the sun ...