Chapter 53 (Liam)


    He wanted to tell her more, but he knew Jullie better than she knew herself, she pretended she could


    handle all that weight on her shoulders but it was eating her inside out, he feared what might be


    of her.


    Once she knew, the whole truth, all of it, would she still be Jullie, he turned away from her, “I want a full


    course meal when I get back.”


    “Then you better hurry up brother.”


    She cut her hand with a small stone she picked up from the grass and rubbed her blooded Palm t on


    the Stonehenge. The stones absorbed the red liquid leaving no evidence that the blood had stained its


    grey nket. She closed her eyes and in the oldnguage said, “By the blood of my mother.”


    She walked to the side parallel to the one she stood.


    Liam’s eyes fixated on the distant view, as he prepared himself to enter the holy grounds.


    It had been years since hest visited other realms, in fact, it was decades since he visited any realms


    until Khiron, now Asguard was still all too familiar with him.


    Jullie opened her eyes, “It’s not working, try your blood.”


    “Too risky, it’ll work, give it time.”


    The Stonehenge shook, rattling like an earthquake. The stones started attaching to one another,


    erging in length, like gigantic LEGOS pairing together.


    Liam stood with his legs slightly apart and his hands in his pocket,pletely unaffected by this


    extraordinary urrence. His ck straight hair blew partially in his face, but he did not move or lift his


    hand to move the hindrance from his view.


    What stood in front of them, was not rocks justying around, but rocks that transformed into a lively


    beast- The guardian of the doorway.


    Liam moved a step into view of the guardian. Jullie hid away behind a small hilltop further below, by his


    instructions.


    The guardian bowed his head at Liam, “Should I be concerned for the protection of those whom I


    guard.”


    Liam’s eyes narrowed at the beastly stoned creature as if the beast had insulted him, which he did, “Do


    you wish to stop me from entering.”


    “I cannot stop you, but those who do not know and cannot see, will harm you, is that what you


    choose?”


    Liam stared up at the Stonehenge creature. It was piles of rock put together with no eyes only a mouth


    if you would call a crack in the rock one, though it held the soul of the guardian. He looked behind him,


    checking to see the distance his sister had gone, and whether she was safe or not.


    His hair settled back onto his neck, in its perfectlyyered nape length, and he straightened his body as


    he stepped closer to the Stonehenge. The Stonehenge was an incredible six feet taller in height than


    he was, but Liam didn’t deter and red into its view, “Vasteal, what happens beyond my entering, you


    can not intervene, no matter what. You are to hide your knowledge of me, seal this doorway.” His voice


    was hoarse andmanding, and to the guardian it was final.


    The creature responded in action, its shape reformed and every rock of its body joined together forming


    a square arch, revealing the doorway. A white milky liquid appeared in the centre of the archway, taking


    the full shape of the square. Liam did not hesitate before he entered through the milky liquid, inhaling


    the familiar scent of musk and taking his leap into the Angelic realm, as the light around him sucked


    him in like a vacuum.


    The air was purer and easier to breathe in Asguard,pared to the deceptorsnd. He jumped down,


    knowing there was a drop, andnded on the rooftop of the golden empire. He stood there, to look out


    at that which was all too familiar to ignore. He stared across him, and then to the sky. It was no surprise


    that it was light blue, clouds never formed in the atmosphere of Asguard.


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    Thend was a virgin to global warming and pollution, it was the purest ce on the earth’ ne.


    Asguard didn’t rain, and it never ran out of water. Asguard was built solely for pleasure and


    outstretched with rows of golden empires, all too simr to know the difference, like Khiron, and other


    realms. Which was why he liked to stay with deceptors.


    If you had been a neer, it might’ve been inevitable for one to get lost. The trick was to look at the


    windows, some were crested in yellow and lime gems, others had a stone or two in a different shade.


    The one he searched for was further und, with a white diamond on the far left, because he was the


    one who put it there.


    He spotted Asguardians further North, as he moved to the end of the roof and checked around, making


    certain that he was out of sight. When he was satisfied that he wouldn’t be seen, he jumped down, his


    coat lifting behind him.


    Hended t on his feet from the fifty-foot drop, dusted himself, straightened his charcoal coat.


    cing his hands in his pocket, he strolled up the narrow path that was made from yellow gems,


    known as citrine.


    He came across a few Asguardian children who smiled up at him. They were ying with alexandrite


    stones, confusing the colours with tricks of the light, whilst the other’s guessed what colour it would be


    next. He remembered ying the game when he was younger, but what seemed like yesterday had


    been worlds ago.


    Asguard, unlike the other realms, was favoured in its architecture, made specifically for the Angels’


    children. Rare gemsid to ce their feet, whilst white spring waters glittered with radiance to bath in,


    even the silks which they wrapped on their body had been from a fourth of Infinity itself. But with all


    theseforts, Asguardians always wanted to return home, return to the Infinity, rise as an Angel and


    stand beside their own.


    He lifted a metal stick that wasid next to the ruby door, and rang it on the doors gem, making a soft


    melody noise.


    The softest tune of hummingbirds yed through the empire. He ced the iron stick back to the


    ground.


    When the door opened, he hadn’t straightened his back, the Asguardian in a ck cotton robe showed


    himself, “Speak child, it better be important.”


    Liam straightened his back slowly, whispering royal blue eyes peeping through locks of ck hair,


    which dangled in his face, he slid his fingersbing his hair back, eyes almost bored by the


    unappealing sight of the man, “You don’t know who I am.”


    The man’s snarled, his hazel eyes enveloping Liam’s gaze, “Why should I know you, Caster.”


    “Not urate, but an,” Liam’s face lightened as he contemted his words, “excellent effort.”


    The man was broader than Liam appeared to be, bulky muscle like Kalbreal, he looked in his thirties,


    but you never knew for sure with this breed. His hair was still ash blonde and no heavy circles


    surrounded his eye sockets.


    Liam pushed the guy into the house and mmed the door shut behind him, his eyes engraved on the


    man, “You are going to do exactly as I tell you, do you understand.”