The Phoenix and The Form

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Summary

Dr. Victor Frank, a lecturer at a university in Nairobi City, Kenya, is a man on the edge, teetering between sanity and obsession, haunted by the loss of his daughter in a tragic accident. He has created a humanoid robotic form that bears an uncanny resemblance to his deceased daughter. In search of a power source for his creation, he encounters a mysterious woman by the name of Blue, who claims the existence of advanced alien technology that ancient human civilizations called “The Phoenix”. Following a clandestine heist in a castle in Wales, they retrieve an artifact that Blue promises is the key to finding this ancient power. But they are not alone in their interest in the Phoenix. A mysterious figure wearing an Ouroboros ring is tracking their every move, as they journey to the Saudi-Arabian desert where the Phoenix awaits.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
9
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

Prologue

The rain hammered down like a relentless barrage, the once-tranquil river now a monstrous torrent. The bridge was barely visible through the downpour. Inside the sedan, Victor gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles pale from the tension. Beside him, his daughter Sophie sat in the passenger seat, her eyes wide with fear.

“Sophie, we can’t wait here forever,” Victor said, his voice barely above a whisper. “The water’s rising, and if we don’t cross now, we might never get to the award ceremony.”

“I don’t know Dad, it seems dangerous!” She said, craning her neck as she tried to look ahead.

Victor peered through the rain-streaked windshield. Other cars had lined up in front of them, their tail lights casting eerie red shadows in the gloom. Time was running out.

“I know it’s scary, but I’ll keep you safe. Trust me,” Victor reassured her, and with a deep breath, got out of the lane and edged the car forward. The sedan crept onto the bridge, its tyres splashing through the gathering waters. The structure groaning ominously under the weight.

Halfway across, a deafening roar filled their ears, like the sound of thunder rumbling, as the river surged. Victor’s eyes darted to the passenger seat window—only to see a wall of water barreling towards them.

“Sophie! Hold on!” Victor shouted over the tumultuous noise. “It’s going to hit us!” he yelled, pushing the accelerator to the floor. The car surged forward with a desperate burst of speed.

“Dad, I’m scared!” her voice a fragile thread amidst the cacophony of the storm.

Victor reached out, his hand finding hers. “I’ve got you, Sophie! Just hold on tight!”

But with a thunderous crash, the floodwaters engulfed the sedan. The car lurched violently as the wave struck with the force of a thousand fists. It shuddered as if in protest, its engine whining in distress. Sophie screamed as the floodwaters lifted the car like a leaf in the wind. Glass shattered, the murky depths clawing their way inside, the world outside twisting into a maelstrom of shadow and crashing waves.

The water tightened its grip, swirling around them—cold and unforgiving—as the darkness, closed in.