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ALONE: Retold

"Kelvin... If I leave, Zula will kill everyone," I said in a shaky voice, before breaking down into sobs. I closed my eyes and allowed the tears to flow freely. If I were to leave, then my previous experiences would come to pass. "What are you saying? You don't have to be a hero! Someone else can do that!" His voice was already rising. "I don't need a hero... I-I need my sister," he pleaded in a small broken voice. Hearing his pained voice shattered my bruising heart into a thousand pieces. "I love you all," I managed to say. "What? NO!" he screamed but I cut the connection. *** A ritual has governed Aromes since its existence. Every fifty years, the first born child of a family has to face Zula and die. This year, Xena is chosen. The morning after her eighteenth birthday, she wakes up to meet her home island devoid of all its inhabitants; including her family. She searches everywhere for all the people but she is unable to find them anywhere. The situation is hard for her to comprehend. At first, she thinks its a joke. She hopes its a prank. She refuses to believe that she has been abandoned. Until she finds the first dead body. The dead mutilated body of her father. Then she starts hearing and seeing things that aren't meant to be. Horrifying screams, a manic creature, a cloaked figure that only comes when she takes off her glasses. Only then, does she realize that there is no escape and her inevitable death patiently awaits her.

Lilian_Nkunga · Adolescente
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65 Chs

Xena: The Beginning of the End

"The town wants to organize a party in your honor. What do you think?" My dad asked as Rema brought me to him.

I stared up at Rema's handsome face and then back at my dad. "Is that really necessary? They have done so much already. I don't think I need a new party to my name." I replied with a roll of my eyes.

Sincerely, I was tired of the amount of love I was getting. I wanted it, which was true. But I was starting to feel too exposed with the way everyone looked at me. I knew that deep down, some of them didn't want me to survive. People like Olaf. So having another party in my name, was only going to make them hate me further.

"No baby, we haven't done enough. You went through so much for us. The least they can do is appreciate you like this," my dad insisted.

"How about Rema? He had died for me… why can't they hold a party for him? Besides why are we even celebrating this?" I cried out as the events of that morning returned to me.