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

The low hum of machinery echoed through the CROPEL laboratory as twilight painted the sky in a dull slate hue. Screens flickered with cascading code and holographic blueprints, most of which surrounded the centerpiece—the Broxell machine. A towering structure of chrome, wire, and flickering energy fields, it loomed like a silent sentinel in the center of the lab. Its current status displayed a glowing: [TESTING PHASE: 92% COMPLETE]. 


The lab was bathed in low, sterile light, the hum of machines providing a constant undercurrent to the late hour. Alfred slipped quietly through the secured door he managed to override, heart hammering in his chest. His palms were clammy, his breaths shallow. He wasn’t supposed to be here—not tonight, not alone. 


Weeks of careful watching, waiting for Hollen’s tight security to slip, had finally paid off. Tonight, Hollen had been called away for a board meeting. A small window of opportunity. And Alfred intended to make the most of it. 


Chapter 15