Spell Reign

By Sebastian Hilton

Kyra, a young timid girl. Who one day discovers she is a part of an eternal war. With the loss of her past and the even greater loss of her parents. She struggles to find a balance between the world she will soon fight for. Rather rule it and bring Hell on Earth or to save it from the forces that tempt her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sebastian Hilton
• Release date: May 29, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310350320

Sebastian Hilton

Over the course of my life I have written tons of stories, characters, 2 novels, traveled the world, and now I want to get it out in the world. Rather it takes off or it just finds a niche. At least the world can see the wonderful world of fantasy that I have been in for 33 years.

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Spell Reign

By Sebastian Hilton

Copyright 2015 Sebastian Hilton

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CHAPTER ONE

Looking down at the cover of the sparkling book. Appearing to say hello.

Fire poured from the skies as the ground cracks open to show the mouth of Hell. With a battle that has been in motion since before the birth of the human race, angels and demons all over the world fight. As their leader, I put on my armor and take a breath as I turn to my army. Covered with grief and sorrow for the lives lost. Muttering the final words, they will ever hear from me.

We shall take this place as our new paradise. Burn everything, keep their skeletons as our trophies.

Before the battle began, I awoke. The same dream happening recurrently. With me waking the same time each morning at 6:45am. Petrified by the dreams I would stay awake and just do my daily ritual. Take a shower, spend the next hour finding what to wear. Then going downstairs for breakfast. But, today wasn’t daytime at all. More so, the middle of the night. The night, a week before the start of school and a month and half before my birthday. As I awoke, I fell back to my slumber. The same dream repeated on end throughout the week. The same thing happened when I woke. Night after night my mind cluttered with thoughts, kept me in a constant back and forth nightmare. Illusions of angels and demons appears with such vivid imagery. Asking myself if it was to scare me. Or was there this hidden meaning behind it all. But that was the story of my childhood. War, violence, love, hate, and emptiness. When I was a child, my mother told me these stories. Saying one day, I would understand their meanings. But for the longest I could not.

Throughout my life I have been a shy and somewhat timid girl. I wrote stories to release my thoughts. For most of my childhood I thought I had no one that understood me. No one that could relate. For so many reasons feeling alone and empty. Those thoughts made me an outcast. From family, associates, the little friends I have, and at school. To justify my way of self-seclusion. My mother always said that she named me Kyra Kylie Lazaron. After my great-great-grandmother who was a powerful and bold woman. Her eldest daughter would be the same. My mom admired that my grandmother exhibited little faults. With such high respect in her circles. People from Asia to North America called her a mistaken princess, physic, and even angel. With rumors spreading she was such. She was acknowledged by such names. So to this hierarchy my mother wanted me to look up to be strong and independent. With changing times. I could see the urgency that laid in her tone.

Performing her own metaphorical predictions. My mother always told me I was special. That I must accept who I am and will be. Never knew what she meant by that. Each time she told me. Although her words were empty on my mind. She always told me I would understand one day. I just wish at the moment I did not have to wait.

In the years to come I have witness the birth of my little brother and sister. I was lucky to have their company. My siblings Kyle, Diana, and I remain in the custody our caretaker and long friend of the family Clarissa. My younger years would get better but not by much. I was just happy with a little happiness then to have the arrogance of asking for too much happiness. By ninth grade I had two best friends named Gabrielle and Rafel. One Irish girl with a voice of an angel and the other an African American boy training to be a martial artist. Standing at my bedroom door on the first day of school. Clarissa looked at me with eyes pouring like a rainy day in London. Her stance was cold and hurting. Remembering something from her past, I urged for her to speak of it. But first she spoke of me.

You have grown into a beautiful young lady. Your parents would be so proud of you.

Clarissa, how were my parents. What happened to them? I turned to ask her. With hesitation, she walked over like a cat on the prowl. Placing her hand on my shoulders and told me that one day I will find the answers. She picked up the brush lying beside me and brushed my hair. I used to love when my mother would brush my hair as a little girl. Feeling secure whenever she is near.

Staring at me in the mirror. Reflecting on the memories of my mother. With your long flowing brown hair, big brown eyes, and smooth beige skin. Smart and full of curiosity. You are like your mother.

This is your junior year in high school. I wish your parents were here to see you turn sixteen and to walk you down the aisle of your graduation next year.

When the time come Clarissa I wish for you to do the honor.

With tears in both our eyes, Clarissa responded I will be honored my dear.

Downstairs, the pattering of feet and laughter echoed. Kyle and Diana were awake. Leaving toward the door Come now child, breakfast is ready says Clarissa. As I gathered my things a skeletal face appeared in the mirror. With my back toward it, I did not notice it. As we enjoyed breakfast, Kyle, Diana, and I left for the day greeted by Rafel’s parents. The door slammed shut without an action by Clarissa. Taking a step back. She shouted Whose there?. Grabbing her from the back and covering her mouth. A man with spider web like hair picked her off the ground. The man clutched Clarissa’s neck and with a hissing southern tone he whispered into her ear. You know what is coming Clarissa. I need for you not to stand in the way. Clarissa uttered words under her breath and the man moved back.

Anger in her eyes, Clarissa has never shown this side. How dare you enter this home? You were not welcomed when she lived here and you are not welcome now.

You forget who you are speaking to woman. I can have your soul if I wish.

No you who forget, that I am not who you have power over. Not anymore. She saw to that. Says Clarissa

We shall see about that witch. Says the guy as he disperses in a cry of puffing black smoke.

Frighten and shuttering in tears, Clarissa looked around and fell to her knees.

The first day of school started just like every other day. Filled with reminiscing of summer adventures. While others returned to their normal routine. For me it was the same ole same ole every year. I hoped that now I was a junior I could share a story of my own. An adventure. But it was now different. As I approach the daunting steps leading to the front of the school. I could remember my freshman and sophomore years racing back. The bullying and the snarky remarks of my family and my home. Living on a massive mansion near the foot of the mountains in our town. My house was large and appeared dark and uninviting. Some people like it while majority others fear and despise it. It didn’t grant me any pardon by the students. Whose parents were stuck in their ways about my family. Bad moments disappeared as Gabrielle and Rafel showed up on both sides of me. They were like my guardian angels, there when I needed support. We walked through the doors chatting about our summers. Gabrielle’s family goes on a new summer adventure every year. This time they went to Paris, France. She was so lucky. Beautiful, tall, and popular in her own ways. She was fashionable and strong. Rafel an avid ninja in training. His words not mine. Trained with his dad at a martial art camp in China for the summer. Something he often talked about with pride since the first time I met him in sixth grade.

Making our way to the lockers. We were confronted by the school bullies. Lorraine Gibster, Rebecca, and Gia her snobby bestfriends. To make matters worse the ex-boyfriend Caleb and the smarter yet still annoying older brother Daniel the football players followed.

You two could be popular like us. But you stand with her. This freak is below you.

She is not a freak. Pushes Rafel as he steps toward Lorraine.

Daniel and Caleb pushed kids out of the way as the hall gathered with tension. Caleb pushed Rafel into the lockers. Rafel then drop kicked Caleb. With the two fighting in the halls. The kids instigated the fight which fueled things worse. I got a migraine. I slammed the lockers and heavy winds ran through halls. Caleb hurled to the floor. Mr. Willis entered and broke up the fight and everyone scattered throughout the halls and classrooms.

You are coming with me. Both of you. Says Mr. Willis.

No you will take him, my friends and I will go to class now. Says Rafel as he stared into Mr. Willis eyes. Mr. Willis then took Caleb to the principal’s office. I opened my eyes to see Gabrielle staring at me. She smiled and the two of us along with Rafel went to our first class. I asked Rafel how he persuades Mr. Willis to let him go.

I am very persuasive. Says Rafel.

Our first class was with Misses Grimwalth. A short, stubby woman with hair that stretched longer than the length of her body. Adored by everyone. Even the bullies took kindness to her. Bringing candy and fruit to her desk. She was sweet albeit, appearing as a mean and brutal woman. Her demeanor was the opposite. I admire her since my tenth grade year. I was in her sophomore English class and now she is my eleventh grade English teacher. How the fates played their cards. I love how she teaches and admired her sense of humor. Although dark and snarky. She could do no wrong in my eyes. At the start her class she introduced herself and edged us to do the same to the class. My turn came to introduce myself. As I stood up, I could hear the laughter and jokes about me. Misses Grimwalth scorned the class.

The day continued with class after class. By the time lunch came around I was in no mood to be around anyone other than Gabrielle and Rafel. The two of them joined me outside on the bleachers eating lunch.

Don’t let them get you down Kyra. Says Gabrielle

Yeah you are special and no one will hurt you as long as we are around. Says Rafel

My heart could feel their words. Tears flowed down my face with happiness yet with subtle sorrow. Across from us were five students. Unseen by us, the five of them stood looking at us.

Oh god she is crying. Do you even think she knows who she is? says one.

I doubt it, but I felt something earlier when I class. It was something powerful. Racing down the halls, I knew something was awakening. Says one.

You think it was her? says the girl.

I don’t know but we have to find out what she is capable of before it’s too late.

I got up parting ways with Rafel and Gabrielle as I went to my third class of the day.

Look! points Gabrielle.

What do you think they want, says Rafel

As Gabrielle and Rafel stares at the five across the field staring back at them. Gabrielle declares that the two of them both knows the five wants.

They will not get her. Not this time. Says Rafel.

They won’t. says Gabrielle

Come on as the two leave to class. The five disappears in the shadows of the trees.

The library was a large place in our school. It was new and stood on top of a grave yard. When the gravesite was transferred across town. The belief was a few of the graves survived. Causing the library to become haunted. Not one to believe in anything I can’t see. I dismissed the entire idea. Being one of the few students even faculty to come to the library. My third period was study hall which I spent at the library. The librarian was Mr. Douglas Aspire. A well-groomed man with a somewhat dark, ghostly, stubby pose. Coerced because of his appearance. With the students coming to believe he is one of the school’s ghost. Because he is, if ever seen, out of the library. Appearing to live here. However, he is one of the nicest faculty members of this school. At least toward me. Providing me with fascinating stories to read each day. The first day of school wasn’t different. Handing me a large book with Latin words inscribed on the front of it. He told me that something about my family is in this book. The book blanketed in chains could be opened by a key held around his neck. What type book is this? I asked

Your parents donated many books to this library before their untimely disappearance. This is one book they left in my possession. Hoping you would come and retrieve it one day.

I took the book and sat at the table. I used the key to unlock the book. When I opened it, I went into a trance. When I came to, I was witnessing when I was a child.

Walking in the room dressed in a long flowing gown. With pearls decorating her neck. Her hair raised in a bun. It was my mother. I always thought she was as beautiful as a queen. I always admired my mother’s sense of fashion. Dressed every day as if she was attending an elegant ball. Gliding across the floor as though moving on air. She pulled up a chair next to my bed and sat down, smiling at me. This moment was like so many nights when I was a young girl. Nights when she would read. It was perfect. How I miss these moments. Believing this to be another night of one of my mother’s favorite stories. I sat up in my bed waiting for her to open the book. I was always lifted by her stories because each told of a different world. Sometimes I would believe that she embarked on these journeys she spoke of. Because of their realism and their desperate feel of detail. I inspired to be like her. But as I waited for the story to begin tonight would be different. Instead of reading, she handed me the book and whispered.

Inside this book holds so many answers to a past. A past that was once best left untold.

Placing my thoughts to a halt. A part of me still wanted to open the book. Grabbing my hand. Wanting for me to wait until I got older. To respond that the book will make more sense than. Looking down on the sparkling book. Appeared to say hello. My mother placed a kiss on my forehead and told me to sleep. Placing the book on the nightstand, I laid in my bed. Thinking of how blessed I felt. Lucky to have a family like mine. A life that glowed with fluorescent scenery. So I stared up at the black ceiling with the moon touching it with a glaze. Something for a moment before the cool breeze from the open window took me to sleep.

It was the last time I would see my mother. Mr. Aspire closed the book, snapping me out of the trance. He told me that the bell was ringing. What felt like a few minutes was an hour and half passing by. Returning the book back to Mr. Aspire he mentions:

The book is your birthright my dear. Keep it along with the key. Your mother wanted you to have it. He smiled at me. I turned and smiled down at the cover. As it sparkled at me as if it was saying hell.

CHAPTER TWO

She belongs with me. Blood shall remain with blood.

This Friday was my birthday. My sweet sixteen as Clarissa and my friends called it. As usual Clarissa was planning a party. She loved planning parties and events. For each of our birthdays even those of Rafel and Gabrielle. Clarissa has known to throw extravagant parties in our honor. This time she was going all out. Decorating the house with shrouds of birthday galore. From streamers to a massive cake in the parlor room. The floors were graced with red, my favorite color and the walls jingled with jewels and paintings of some of my favorite writers. Hiding details of my party from me. Naturally I sent my younger siblings to snoop for me. With joy and excitement on their breaths. The two spoke of a fairytale garden out back. The fountain that laid dormant since I was a child was lit up to match the upgraded garden. The nearby river that flowed into the mountains behind the town. Played with the scenery of our yard.

You will be a princess for sure Kyra. Says Diana.

I hope my party is as pretty as yours.

I couldn’t remember the last birthday party I had. I couldn’t help but wonder why this one was so festive. Since my parents disappear, my birthdays were all but gray and lax. I spent the remaining of the night staring up at the stars. If I didn’t know any better, it seems that the stars that decorated the ceiling of my room was trying to tell me something.

As I fell asleep, mind wondering into a past that I had never witnessed. While my siblings and I were upstairs asleep at the time. Downstairs my mother encountered a mysterious cloaked man. The two appeared at odds. The two fought like ninjas. The scene was so vivid. Moving so smoothly in the shadows of the house. That they made it clear that they weren’t to be heard. Before the father clock in the main room struck twelve midnight. My mother stabbed the cloaked man with a dagger she pulled from under her dress. While on the floor the man snarly reminded to my mother that it was coming. Without explaining what it was. As if my mother already knew. His body burned to ash and my mother looked around the room. As though waiting for another intruder. As she walked to the basement door. There Clarissa stood at the door with a large silver and rusted key. The key had markings that resembled those on the book Mr. Aspire handed to me. The two opened the basement door and walked downward into the dank shadowy abyss. I followed unseen. As the dream took me deeper into that night. I thought to myself.

This can’t be real. My mother fighting like this, like some type of warrior, way the man disappeared, and all while I was asleep upstairs.

Regardless if this was reality’s past or just a vivid dream. Someone or something was trying to tell me something. At the end of the long winding staircase. My mother waved her hands, and the room responded to her command. The lights flickered on, a once stuffy room was now trenched with air, and the windows of the halls opened. If only mildly to let out the musk of the closed off room.

Looking around the room in amazement. I never knew that this space in our home even existed. With the appearance of a massive underground dungeon with wall to wall catacombs. Each leaving to different niches. An underground city that could easily run underneath the entire neighborhood or even undoubtedly the entire town. The main room had a massive doorway. Although it appeared lock, it had not locks or chains. Only a marking placed where a doorknob or handles should have been. Approaching the door, the marking grew larger until it covered the door completely. My mother touched its center. Causing the markings to glow and release a wave of energy. Her eyes shared the radiant glow of the markings and turned to a high green. Her hair white as snow flowed behind her. For a minute she was dressed in a flower dress with a similar crown on her head. An instance of heavenly beauty I thought. The door crumbled, and the pieces fluttered around her and Clarissa. The two were sucked inside the room. I followed with the feel of being pulled aggressively behind them. As we moved through the door. An even larger area greeted us. A vast array of books and an unseen ceiling was found beyond the doors. Going to a golden case found in the middle of the oval shaped room. That heavenly appearance appeared once again. This time a symbol appeared on her forehead and the glass casing around a book disappeared. My mother grabbed the large book. Clarissa took a step back as to know what was about to happen. My face turned from her back to my mother. Who was in deep thought. I watched as the room broke apart piece by piece. A wrath of power raced through my veins, strands of my hair turned gray, and my heart got heavier. White light shrouded the room. The room and Clarissa disappeared in the background. My mother, the book, and I were floating in a pattern. The pages of the book flew open with flashing lights speaking to us in various tones. Before I could hear their words or finish the dream. A rowdy sound rung in my ear. It was my alarm. I awoke to find myself holding the book Mr. Aspire gave to me. Weird I thought. As I didn’t fall asleep with it.

Throughout the day the dream was all I could think of. Rafel and Gabrielle tried to get my attention, but I was in a deep thought. Third period started and today I was having Dr. Arnold Lecsture. A gorgeous man with a no-nonsense attitude. Women adored him and every girl in his class sat at the front. With all the boys in the back. Even the female members of the faculty gathered around him to hear his amazing stories. Having traveled frequently around the world in his youth. He received his PhD in History and Science. A somewhat philosophical hero to our small town.

Kyra Lazaron!! he shouted. My heart dropped but at the same time was filled with joy. His voice with my name was a perfect combination. The other girls showed envy as I walked to his desk.

Stuttering I shouted Yes Dr. Dr. Dr. Lecsture in an abrupt tone. With Dr. Lecsture staring at me with his usual blank bored stare. The other girls laughed