Hundreds of years ago, a race of supernatural beings called Mystics and humans went to war, almost resulting in the extinction of Mystic-kind. The Council, often seen as the Gods of all Mystics, created a rule that would prevent this from occurring again-Mystics must mask as human and can't interact with other Mystics to lessen the chance of exposure. Their existence is now only ever written as myth.

Are these stories of history, passed down from Mystic parent to Mystic child true? Or is there something deeper, darker going on?

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Michaela (Mika) Corey is an eighteen-year-old Druid who lives her life pretending to be human. She's loyal to the rule, but the seclusion puts her in a box she struggles to fit into. When she meets Iris Blake, her outlook on the human world and Mystic world shifts. Mika is presented with what's true and a task that she can't refuse because the future of Mystics are at stake. 

The Divide is created by Neradia, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

THE DIVIDE

We go in circles, around and around. No clear sign of a destination. No signs at all. Just this blank, empty space to travel through the rest of our lives, for however long we can survive here. Unless we can’t die, then for eternity, an eternity that I prefer not to live. Stuck in the dark, walking and walking and walking and walking. 


I don’t grow tired. My legs don’t strain. Here, I feel nothing, only my emotions to keep me sane. But will they start to fade, too? I just won’t feel anymore, like the Council doesn’t feel? At least, that’s what I’m assuming from my five seconds of interaction with them. 


It makes sense now that they could’ve killed the Physical Mystic leader. They feel no remorse, no guilt, no care, no regret. They could do anything to disturb peace, and not feel a single speck of emotion. Why were they chosen to rule us, Mystics, if they can’t feel? How did they get into that spot in the first place? 


Chapter 39: Void (Part II)