Uacire Elula

There hasn't been a day where Eileen Smith feels trapped within a cycle of her body and mind. With the chronic illness she's had to live with for most of her life, Eileen is restricted in the activities she can participate in. Mentally, she's been tortured by these episodic nightmares playing with her mind. Eileen tries to be as normal as possible, but how much is it enough?

Despite Eileen Smith invariably being aware that there is something more in life than having a mundane life, she has the drive to be uninvolved and find out the feeling of being whole. However, her brother is in this picture. Hollen Smith has always placed Eileen in this golden cage where Eileen still needs him,  but it may be the opposite.

As the top inventor of the century, Hollen Smith is very hard to come by, even with the latest invention he's been working on: The Broxell—a machine where you may have the ability to travel between worlds. During her older brother’s demonstration, the Broxell Wormhole, the device did not play out as it was supposed to, causing a rift between the two siblings. 

Now, through unfortunate events, Eileen is faced with surviving a war from another world, being chased by this raven-masked figure, and having no way home. It is up to her if she is willing to wait on the sidelines or face the outcomes of defiling the hostiles and possibly ending the war.

The Fractured Soul

Eileen jolted awake, gasping for air, her heart pounding erratically in her chest. The sheets clung to her damp skin, cold with perspiration. It took her several moments to distinguish reality from the lingering nightmare that clung stubbornly to her consciousness. Her eyes darted around the room, seeking familiarity, grounding herself with each recognizable object—the softly ticking clock on her nightstand, the half-open book she'd abandoned days ago, and Alfred's neatly folded clothes resting atop the dresser. 


As her breathing slowed, Eileen glanced at her HIRU watch. The readings indicated her heart rate was dangerously high, the numbers blinking ominously in red. "Breathe," she whispered to herself, forcing her lungs to take slow, deliberate breaths. 


Chapter 13