All Chapters of Fractured Past: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

They always said if we were too curious, They would come for us. Yet, humankind is naturally curious. How far does a human need to delve before they cross that invisible threshold only the Others can see? They never specified what They wanted either, or why They stole humans away in the night like common thieves, never to be heard from or seen again. I never thought I would see it happen or have it happen to me. I never thought I would become like Them. Something irreplaceable broke in me that night and the many long and torturous nights that followed. T

A flash of lightning distracts me from my search of shelter for the night. My steps falter, and I pause to listen for the thunder that follows in the wake of a strike. I hold myself immobile for at least a minute without hearing a distant rumble. Now more cautious, I continue forward another thirty paces before a second flash appears in the distance, just over the tree line. What the shit? My brows furrow and my lips turn down slightly at the corners. I could go see what it is or I could keep looking for a place to rest. The safest option would be to move in the opposite direction and seek shelter. I have no idea what could be out here beyond the boundary line. It’s not safe to wander in the dark as it is.

I can’t stop the memory no matter how hard I try. I step over the boundary line and stumble to the gate. I’m finally home. With a pull, the gate swings open. The loud bang causes everyone nearby to glance up in surprise. I’m home. Gasps resound through the silent air. Before I can utter a sound, a rock is thrown my way. I flinch and raise my arms over my head in confusion. The rock harmlessly hits the ground near my bare feet.

I finally arrive at the village of Nahann. The sun in the sky tells me it’s around mid-morning, too early to venture closer and scan the town. Since my last encounter with a human village, I’ve decided it’s better to be exceptionally cautious. Another encounter like that could mean permanent imprisonment or death. There is no guarantee another villager will aid my escape. Waiting until dusk gives me ample coverage in the shadows to learn the layout of the town. Then, I can narrow down the location with the best pickings.

The sun slowly makes its trek into the sky as I finish packing the blanket away. I nibble on a small piece of gran as I map out my journey to Joult. With good time, I should make it there in five days’ time. However, knowing me and my recent pace, I can count on the journey lasting eight days instead. Breakfast finished, I shoulder my pack and weapon and move towards the stream. I decide to cover my tracks in case my presence was noticed after all. I didn’t need to be caught unaware by vengeful townspeople. As my booted feet make contact with the stream, I’m thankful for warm and solid shoes to keep my feet dry. Wet socks would make this unpleasant journey far l