Get Free Copy

100 free copies left

This novel is limited to 100 free copies due to its part in Inkitt’s Novel Contest.

0
Free copy left
You can read our best books
Neathra would love your feedback! Got a few minutes to write a review?
Write a Review

Beware Eternity

By Neathra All Rights Reserved ©

Other

Chapter 1

"They'll never be punished."

"No one escapes Eternity."

These things and more ran through the ancient mind of the woman who floated over the schoolyard. It was hard to believe that only an hour ago the yard had been filled with happy people. Parents and families celebrating their children's graduation from Mandalay High School, and students delighted at passing their MAT's (i.e. Magical Assessment Test - or as those who took it were concerned, "The Magical Anxiety Test"). Now the yard was filled with work crews, the grieving, and the dead.

Bombs had gone off. Bombs set in particular positions to cause maximum damage. Bombs set by willing agents who thought that killing those who offended their religious sensibilities would earn them entrance to Paradise.

They called themselves "Keepers of the Faith", but the bombers' organization was really a group of fanatics from many different religions who only agreed on one thing: Magic in any form or for ANY purpose was evil and those who practiced magic deserved to die. According to their doctrine, magic was a corruption of humanity and practicing magic was an evil worse than murder. Therefore, anyone who killed a magic user was destined for paradise. Since the rise of the "Keepers" about twenty years ago, their suicide bombers had been targeting the embassies and national events of countries that refused to outlaw magic. Frustrated by their failure to terrorize these governments into submission, the "Keepers" were becoming ever crueler in their attacks. This was the first attack to target a high school, and rather than regular shrapnel, the bombs were loaded with esse – a metal that reversed the effect of magic, so that healing spells turned lethal. This was a terror weapon that struck at the core of what it meant to be a healer in a magical culture. Terrified they might do more harm, the healers could only provide standard first aid, so that many who might have been healed died instead.

Below the woman, a distraught mother sobbed into her husband's shoulder. They were among the luckier parents, if you could call them lucky. Unlike many who had lingered in pain for hours, their daughter had been killed instantly in the blast. Her soul, along with so many others, would soon be on its way to Moonshire.

"Those fanatics who killed Sarafina took the easy way out. They'll never be punished."

The grief stricken mother's words reached up and cast a shadow across the woman's face. The bombers had indeed been killed in the explosion, believing they could escape what they viewed as corrupt Terran justice that way. Then the sound of wings alerted her to the arrival of Lux, The Goddess of Moonshire.

"Lux, you are late." She commented turning to face the crystal winged woman, who was hovering behind her. "You should have been here before me, almost an hour ago. Some of your souls noticed me." The rebuke was well placed. In comparison to those who went to Moonshire, very few ended up in Oblivion. By their duties, Lux should have been gone with her souls before her counterpart arrived.

"I know that sister." Lux whispered staring at the ground. "But they're all basically children. Even, even those two your taking are barely twenty." She looked up at her sister, her counterpart, and her opposite in all things, chocolate eyes awash with crystalline tears, "So much potential, so many things that would have helped Terra, so many young lives destroyed. I could never just watch them die."

"Lux," The elder of the two eternal women whispered gently, placing a pale hand on the others shoulder, "These children acted more selfless and kind in their deaths then some adults I could name. When those bombs went off, they reacted faster than their parents and teachers, throwing up shields and trying to heal the injured until they realized that healing wasn't working. Those who weren't as badly injured offered comfort to the mortally wounded, many of whom valiantly tried to smile in their last moments in order to ease the pain they knew their loved ones felt. The kids you're taking to Moonshire truly earned it." Her voice was laden with sorrow and regret, but her eyes gleamed proudly as she gestured around at the dead souls.

Lux nodded whipping crystal like tears from her eyes, then she closed them in concentration, as she summoned her staff. Its decorations of gold and crystal glimmered ethereally in the light from the sun. Raising it above her head, a flickering multicolored aura surround first her, then the staff. Then Lux and the souls of the Blessed shimmered out of Terra, and into Moonshire.

Her sister's eternally milky eyes observed what was left of the world of strange auras. Scanning through those of many colors, and those that were just white, searching for dark purple. Then she spotted them. Two figures who stood out as dark purple blots against the brighter multicolored auras of the living and the plain white auras of objects.

Gliding down until her feet touched the paving stones, she calmly walked up to her targets until she was only a few feet away. With a bone white hand, she brushed the obstinate strands of silvery hair out of her blind milky eyes. Then, Mirras, the Goddess of Oblivion, Hell, Hades, or any other religion's name for the afterlife of the wicked, coughed gently.

The two figures swirled on their heels; both appeared to be around twenty. A small version of "The Keepers" symbol hung around the neck of man on the right. He was just slightly shorter than his fellow, who was carrying the remains of a burnt and ruined box that had been originally wrapped in colorful paper so that it would blend in with the presents the parents had brought. If it had been from a parent, the box would have contained an item symbolic of the graduation child's life or dreams. Instead, this box, like the others containing bombs, had been carried into the ceremony with the intention of ending the life and dreams of so many. Lux was right. They looked like children. Nevertheless, karma and the universe itself would be judge and jury today.

The two men breathed sighs of relief as they spotted her. Then the sighs quickly turned to screams of horror and fear as they realize that she was not an angel. In fact, her appearance was rapidly shifting to fit their image of the Goddess of Oblivion. They had been expecting someone like Lux. Someone with crystal wings, warm brown eyes, and a tender loving smile. However they were wrong. The Goddess of Moonshire, Heaven, Elysium, Paradise, Valhalla, or any other religion's name for the afterlife of the good hearted had already collected all the souls destined for her kingdom.

The Mirras smiled a sad smile. Her new fangs shone bright in the sun. Then she whispered in a high wavering voice that penetrated the ears whether they were covered or not;

"Gentleman, this Universe, the laws of which you have violated, has spoken. Eternity is waiting." Then she waved her hand and sent them to Oblivion. Closing her eyes for a moment, she sent a message after them to her realm. It was to deal with these as men Cursed-by-their-deeds, rather than by a wicked heart. Thus would begin the count of years until they would have the opportunity to be redeemed. For as long as Mirras ruled in Oblivion, justice would be served.

Turing to survey the chaos of the courtyard, she spoke to no one yet everyone,

"Beware - No one escapes eternity."

And just like that she was gone.

Write a Review Did you enjoy my story? Please let me know what you think by leaving a review! Thanks, Neathra
Continue Reading
Further Recommendations

Patrick Johns: The Prince was an exciting read. I enjoyed the spoiled bratty protagonist and his drastic change through out the story. The world building was well though out and clear. The author did a great job painting a picture for the reader without having a map. I liked the connection to real life leaders....

sibyleisley: Right away, I was charmed by the characters in Nothing Between Us. Bella is fun to follow and SO easy to relate to, and Jace is the guy that you could spend 24/7 with and not get sick of him. And together, they're adorable and so right for each other. The writer did such a great job making me car...

Lacey Schmidt: The Trouble with Super is that you can't stop reading it. Mr. Barrett's characters are all to easy to relate to even if you don't have a super quirk of your own, and their plight is both heart-rendingly funny and heart-warmingly sad at the same time. It's a bit like Office Space meets the Matri...

farziex3: I think this novel is perfect because it had erotic, romance, and towards the end was a twist so I was just on the edge of my seat reading this book. It was honestly really amazing. I haven't found a book I actually liked to read for almost 2-3 years and this was a great book to start off. Makes ...

Animeviewer: It is one of the best stories I've ever read. This story will have you riding a roller coaster of emotions and nearly dying to know what happens next.You will get very attached to the characters and in my case I relate well with some of their very traumatic or emotional experiences, Just Juliet f...

Books17: This is my first book review.I found the story to be very intriguing.The beginning of the story starts and you are immediately thrown into wanting to know what will happen next, The action, or intrigue is established early, so there isn't the feeling of the story dragging on, or thinking about wh...

johnksutherland: Very modern, and quite erotic. I write erotics myself, but from a strictly 'straight' point of view and not BDSM. I read the first story and skimmed the rest. The author's writing style is superb and very easy to read. The stories are simple and entertaining. I liked everything about it, and I a...

RodRaglin: Your writing is very good, Rachel, but remember you also have to entertain the reader and in that regard it's a bit sparse in action and dialogue.Consider when revising...When starting a new story always consider your protagonist's Goal - what they want; Motivation - why they want it; and, Confli...

RedX9: I would love it if you would show how she is the bottom of the class. A paragraph alone isn't enough to show this.If she was such a screw up, how did she pass and graduate from the class. Are her teachers this lax that they would allow a screw up to graduate?I didn't understand the schooling syst...

More Recommendations

sujitha nair: What's so distinct about this story was that it could easily be real. Praveena can be your classmate, neighbor or that girl you saw at the coffee shop today. The important decisions she makes and the dilemmas she faces, remind us of our own twisted lives.

Bboyjoon: A brilliant but unsettling story about 5 murders committed by a serial killer. This novel scared me a little bit and I have to commend you for being able to do that. I wanted to know if you’ve actually met a serial killer before. I mean the way you’ve described the mind of a psychopath is extreme...

Lydia Sherrer: I first read The Speaker almost a decade ago when I first discovered author Sandra Leigh. I loved it then, and I still love it now. It is a simple, easy read, yet deep in meaning and rich in storyline. I do not know what kind of research or prior knowledge Leigh has of First Nation tribes, but sh...

milu: every chapter you find something new or you unravel a mystery.hatsoff to your writing style.the story revolves around the truth of abelia.we start each chapter hoping that atleast in this chapter we will find about the truth.it is that curiosity which draws us into reading this.