The Allegiant of God

Have you ever had a dream that haunts you in your sleep? That doesn’t make any sense, but is terrifying anyway? That you can never forget and that you’ve never told anyone about?
And what if you found out this dream was real . . .

Macey Jackson is an average American girl, or at least that’s what she thinks. Macey was adopted at birth, she just doesn’t know it yet, she has a secret past that’s been hidden from her, full of danger, myth and magic.
And she’s not alone.
Macey along with five others are the Allegiant of God.
And they’re about to find out what that means.


1. The Dream

  It was the dead of night and bitter cold. The strong wind was cutting at her skin as Macey wondered lonely streets she didn’t recognize. She looked around at her strange surroundings, dark and empty houses loomed over her looking abnormally tall and sinister, dwarfing her in comparison. Behind the cracked windows she could swear she could see shadows moving behind the jagged shards of glass. Macey gasped and froze as a door close by slammed shut in the wind, deafeningly loud, she could almost hear the wood splintering.

  Macey couldn’t remember how she’d got there, she had no idea what she was doing or why. She couldn’t remember waking up, but her legs were numb with cold and aching from use, she felt like she’d been walking for hours.

  Macey carried on walking through the bizarre landscape and suddenly realized she’d left civilization behind completely. All that was around was a dense, dark forest, stretching as far as she could see. The emptiness was suffocating like the eye of a storm and she began to panic, feeling lost and confused, becoming more aware of her creepy surroundings and seeing no way out. She spun around in the middle of the road, but there was no one around. The road was deserted, not even the slightest sight or sound of humanity, and not a car in sight. She couldn’t remember how she’d got there, she had no idea where she was, the wind was whistling though the tress like whispers calling to her. She could hear her name over and over. Her heart pounded and she wanted to scream but was afraid of what might hear her. Fear began eating at her and she was suddenly terrified and alone but she could sense something near closing in on her. Feeling fear crushing down on her she ran.

  As soon as she moved sheets of rain came crashing down on her, making it impossible to see more than a few metres in front of her, the sound of the rain hitting the ground beneath her was like ricocheting gunshots. Macey was soaked instantly and was shaking from the cold and from fear. Blind and scared she kept on running, with her hair plastered to her face and her clothes sticking to her. She splashed through puddles desperately trying to escape the unknown. Macey looked around frantically, feeling the presence getting closer, stalking her.   

  Suddenly Macey found herself close to a field and ran towards it hoping to find something, although she couldn’t remember what. The familiar-ness was daunting but she felt like she had no other choice. She clambered over the fence surrounding it and landed on her hands and knees on the burnt out field. She stood and saw that the fog was up to her knees and trees rustling in the icy breeze.

  Macey felt worse, exposed and alone, a sickening sense of da-ja-vu came over her, and she felt she might collapse. Macey saw a house in the distance, through the thick layer of fog that was wrapping itself around her. She could almost feel it pulling at her clothes and a shiver ran up her spine. Macey could feel water seeping into her shoes and trying to fight the dark feeling that came over her, she stayed frozen in place. But she found it was impossible to stay still as the wind whipped all around her, whipping her dripping hair in her face like the sharp branches of trees.

  Macey pulled her hood over her head and was forced forward by the intensely strong wind. There was no light but she could still see, the sky was black and the moon was completely covered by a dark cloud.

  Macey knew somehow, from distant remnant of a memory that there was nothing but danger and terror inside that mansion and she tried to walk away, desperately wanting to get home. But her legs wouldn’t obey, it seemed as much as she tried to stay away from it and find a way home, she couldn’t. It was drawing her in slowly. Memories came rushing back to her and suddenly she knew what was going to happen next.

  Screaming she desperately tried to break free, feeling herself crashing through the winds grip she sprinted away. She’d only made it a few steps before the muddy field seemed to rise up around her and her legs were engulfed as if she was in quicksand. Trapped she screamed and made a desperate effort to break free of the grip, she found herself falling to the ground in the mud.

  Macey could feel someone standing above her, forcing her up. A blinding light burst above them and Macey shrieked as the light came down on them, she could see the fork of lightening in the black starless sky. She tried to shield her eyes from the light but she couldn’t move. She was lying on the floor motionless, trapped inside her own mind.

  The light cleared and she found herself inside the mansion. She was lying on cold, hard concrete floor still soaking wet and covered in mud. Macey could hear voices talking to her, cruelly and harshly. She looked up and found a menacing old woman with long unruly, silver hair, wrinkled skin and a raspy voice of a demon, hissing at her. A silver cross hung around her neck. Macey always knew if there was a God he would be cruel. She was screaming vicious lies, that burned into Macey. Her nails on a chalk board voice screeched and shrieked that Macey could never leave, she was a prisoner. That she had the powers of a God, that they were wasted on her. Macey heard the lies of the deaths of her parents and friends, so even if she ran away she didn‘t have a life to go back to. There was no choice, Macey was trapped.

  Macey was cowering in the corner close to the wall but she felt herself get hauled up from the dirty concrete slabs underneath her lifeless body by long bony fingers that were biting into her skin so hard she could feel the trickle of blood. Macey could feel herself being dragged further and further away from humanity.

  Time seemed to escape her then and Macey was thrown painfully onto the hard and rough stone floor of a cell and locked up. Macey was abandoned while her world dissolved around her. The lies consume her as she banged desperately on the door of the cell, screaming to be let go. Voices echoed in her mind telling her she was different from the others, that she lay with the spawn of Satan, that she was a danger and had been stripped of her identity.

  Fatal attempts to escape are all she can do despite the warnings. But something always stopped her.    

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