In the Execution Room with the Overlord

Hellaine groaned, feeling like a ton of bricks had crashed all over her body. She could hardly feel her limbs but she knew something was wrong.

Slowly, her eyes peered open and she squinted, trying to see past the bright light. Why was she on the ground?

"You are charged with the crime of crashing into Bermuda Triangle. And your punishment is death."

Hellaine slowly rose from the ground, her body protesting against each movement. She took a look around her, her eyes squinting at the bright lights.

There were people surrounding her but none of them had their attention on her. They were all looking at something else just a few steps from her.

Something wasn't right though.

Hellaine noticed their clothes. There were mostly men and they were all dressed in breeches and tunics, attires that were from the Victorian Era. How on earth did she get here?

Where was she?

"N-No! Wait, I can explain! I-It wasn't on purpose. I-I didn't do it, I promise."

Hellaine narrowed her eyes at the familiar voice. Wasn't that Jack? The leader of the Golden Trio at her academy? What was he doing in a historical play? Most importantly, what was she doing here?

"The execution shall take place now." A burly man moved past Hellaine, and she watched as he picked up a huge axe from a case.

He was dressed in nothing but an armor to cover his chest, a pair of brown trousers with a black mask on his face.

"N-No! Let me go! Please, I didn't do anything! It wasn't me!! It was the girl! She brought us here, I swear to God!!" 

She finally saw Jack. He was protesting, crying out for mercy as two large men pulled him against the ground. Then, he was thrown onto the pedestal at the center of the arena with each of his limbs being held down.

It was then Hellaine's head started to function. Memories of last night rushed in, and the last thing she remembered was when the plane had crashed.

But how was that possible? How could she be feeling nothing but body pains with only a head injury when she had freaking fallen from a plane?!

Something was not adding up here.

"According to Ancient Law of the Bermuda Rulers, the assailant will be put to death by beheading in front of the witnesses present here." Someone else read eloquently from a script.

Ancient Law? Bermuda Rulers?

Then, the burly man with the axe raised his weapon in the air, about to cut off Jack's head.

"Noooooo!!!!" Hellaine had no idea how she had jumped to her feet in a split second. 

She pushed the people in her way as she rushed towards the execution site. "Stop!!!" Hellaine belted out at the top of her lungs.

Everyone was staring at her now. All with shocked expressions on their faces. It was almost as though they had never heard a woman screaming that loud in their lives.

Hellaine marched forward and stopped in front of the man whose axe was still hanging in the air. 

"Drop your weapon immediately." her voice was stern as she ordered.

She wasn't sure where her bravado was going to lead her but all she knew was that she needed to save Jack's life. Yes, he was an asshole but that didn't mean she would stand by as he was being beheaded in front of her.

"And who are you to demand that?" 

Everyone in the court dropped to their knees as soon as the deep voice flooded in. Hellaine whirled around.

A man, tall, light-skinned and magnificently built, strode down the path created for him to walk through. His silver strands were long enough to flow over his shoulders and his black overcoat bellowed in the air.

He stopped just a few inches away from her, and her breath was knocked out of her chest. This man...he was beautiful. Painfully so.

His features were so chiseled she was sure his jaw could cut a paper and his eyes...those piercing ruby eyes were enchanting. She had never seen someone as breathtaking as him in her life.

"Yes!! This is her!" Jack jumped up from the pedestal, fighting off his captives as he ran in between Hellaine and the silver-haired man.

"She is the one who crashed the plane! S-She forced me and my friends to go on this crazy adventure with her and w-we landed here. I-I am innocent." Jack pointed accusingly at her. His blue eyes were frantic and his hands were trembling.

The silver-haired man narrowed his eyes as he watched Hellaine. Her heartbeat rose under his gaze but she kept her eyes fixed on him. He seemed intrigued.

"Is that the truth?" He asked, his baritone voice ringing across the field.

"Yes, I am telling you! She did it! Hell is the one who brought us here." Jack yelled, his desperation to save himself almost sickening.

The man raised his hand towards Jack as though to tell him to keep shut. His red eyes pierced into hers as he asked her the question again. 

"Is that the truth?" He asked once again.

Hellaine didn't know why he found it important to hear the truth from her. The people who were still on their knees lifted their heads, anticipating her reply.

She let out a shaky breath. "I-I-" she wavered.

Then, she turned to look at Jack, his wild blue eyes staring at her. She noticed the two other boys on the floor with their hands and legs tied with their mouths gagged.

She felt responsible for this mess. She was the one who climbed the plane in the first place and it was her foolish curiosity that led them here.

"It is the truth." Hellaine declared.

She would rather save three foolish idiots than let them die while she spent the rest of her life regretting her actions. She had nothing to live for anymore anyway.

"I crashed the plane right at the Bermuda Triangle." 

Strangely, a wide smile broke out of the man's lips. Hellaine couldn't figure out what was so amusing about what she said.

"Take the boys away." the man ordered with a wave of his hand.

"W-Wait, you need to let us go! We're innocent!" Jack shouted as he was being pulled away by the men dressed in armor.

"W-Where am I?" Hellaine asked timidly, wrapping her arms around her torso.

She looked around the place, and she couldn't recognize it. The clothes, the execution chamber, the respect everyone regarded to this man. Nothing was familiar.

It was almost as though she was in another world...another planet.

"You are at the ArchTriangle of Bermuda. You are in my world." The man's smile was eerie, sending chills down her spine.

"W-Who are you?"

"I?" He raised his eyebrows, his smile widening. "I am Cladymor, the Overlord of Bermuda Triangle." 

At this point, Hellaine couldn't feel her legs. Her stomach was queasy and she was minutes away from throwing up.

"I-I-" Unable to let out another word, her body gave up to the dark slumber.

The last thing she felt before drifting off to the cold grasp of unconsciousness was the strong arms that prevented her from falling to the ground.

Those arms were the most soothing embrace she ever felt.