Through the Portals

The Adventures of Bailey Trace

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The Twelve Lost Worlds

Above earth is heaven, below earth is hell.

“The worlds are lost but one has slipped through, through destiny and fate she must stand the test. The test of time and survival among est creatures and worlds she has never seen. To travel the twelve, twelve worlds, twelve dimensions. To see if she may become a god herself.” Thus says the Goddess Kitera to the council.

Chapter 1

The sun was high, it must be noon. She sat in the woods by the fire. A noise in the forest. She reach for her pistol.

“Who goes there? she shouted.

No answer. She could relax now they must have lost her trail by now. Time to eat. As her stomach started growling for food. She had some wild creature on the fire roasting, it had horns and four legs. A nice fur pelt she could use though it was small in size. She remembered being a kid on earth learning, but this world seemed much larger and more strange.

When it happened all she remembered was the marking on her hand appearing as a tattoo, than all of a sudden these people were chasing her. Than a bright flash. Now she is in this strange beautiful forest of many colors. lots of pinks and purples. The fruit on the trees looked delicious. A day must have passed she thought. Time for rest in her make shift shelter.

“We almost had hard.” Im’ki said.

“Lost on planet Vi-nia.” Simptem Hughed.

“To be eaten alive.” Im”ki laughed.

They were in the back of the space station. In the asteroid belt. Kimtiei was awaiting on their Warchief.

“He is in the meeting room speaking to The Goddess.” said the A.I.

Chapter 2

With two of the markings on her she continued her quest to find the door, the portal to the other dimension. The only way is to gather all the sacred runes and charms to obtian the marks from them to get the finally one to unlock the door. The mark of heaven, the mark of the gods, near impossible, except for the strongest.

“That was close.” as she journeyed forward.

“We can't get caught.” The spirit that was joined to Bailey said.

She remembered back to when the spirit jumped out of the leaf and on to her. Her first marking.

“We’ll never reach the portal.” the spirit panicked. “The goddess is strong.”

“We got this Na’mos.” Bailey said.

Na’mos was a couple hundred year old spirit that was cursed to the worlds trapped to help those get through the door. Cursed by the goddesses before the great throne. The same goddesses the witches once wared with. A spirit of a witch.

Chapter 3

They almost made it through the door. The door that would lead them to the next world, Da’mi. A dark warm world almost felt with filled with foul creatures and beast to be slain. Just between them and Da’mi was the Vi’nia tribe. The door is to open with the vine markings upon it.

“The mark is starting to move?” Bailey said grossly.

“We’re close.” Na’mos whispered.

“What are they?” Bailey grunted.

“ The Vi’nia tribe.” Na’mos replied.

“ How we gonna get passed?” Bailey asked.

“I got a plan?” Na’mos proudly said.

They had went into the small trees nearby. Baily had noticed the leaves and vines moving as she did, as if she willed them to coming to her as she grabbed, moving away as she pushed .They had made full outfits enough to hide them from the tribe and sneak around them.

At last the door was upon them! The beautiful craftsmen ship of the Gods!

Chapter 4

Hunt from Darkness

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While the light faded, darkness had fallen in the way of the path as they stumbled. They felt emerged by something the spirit started to look around. They felt a heaviness upon them as she could barely breathe. Grabbing out Na’mos had noticed something like no other she ghosted to it still feeling the bound with Bailey as Bailey struggled and started fading. She made it to the object as she landed. The sea weed around them had started to grasp on to Bailey Trace. It had looked as if it was shocking her. While her body convulsed Na’mos had noticed the marking of the sea upon her, as the gills started to grow around her neck. Bailey had calmed down now able to breathe.

‘We made it.” Na’mos had said sounding excited.

“ Yeah, through the portal and now in an underwater cave.” Bailey agreed.” What was that?”

“The item we needed to get the marking upon your skin.” she replied. “ Ten more to go!”

They slowly started swimming through it felt as if a maze. All the tunnels and cave ways. A lost paradise they had started to get hungry no idea what to eat, she turned to Na’mos.

“How do you think we eat?” She laughed.

“Wait to feel, I guess?” The spirit replied.

The started to hear almost marching under ground. They were startled and slide in a creator. They looked in amazement. Her blaster was useless in the water now as they waited. They looked as of a head of a fish arms and legs from there back tentacles almost as jelly. Warriors marching in swimming formation through the cave.

“Po’Qua.” Na’mos said.

“What?” Bailey trace replied.

“They are of the Po’Qua.” she said again.” A swimmers tribe trying to survive through the war with the Pi’Qua.”

“Oh.” she sighed.

“Relieved as we are we should get going.” Na’mos finished.

“Let’s!” Bailey replied.

The battle started as the war was hastening. The Po’Qua was ready with there stingers in the back, as the Pi’Qua had there teeth trying to bite through the electric sting letting it dissipate through the water. The one Po’Qua swam towards them fast. Bailey had seen a glimmer reach and drew a sword with weird markings upon it. Dodged and cut off the jelly stingers in mid swim. Na’mos had used her spirit to shove it into the wall side. The cave fell upon it. They had fled into the side tunnel to get past them.

“What happened to Da’mi?” Bailey said sarcastically.

“The Goddesses must have thrown us off or the portals change.” Na’mos replied. “We’ve almost got away.”

They swam faster as Bailey struck off the head of one of the Pi’Qua. The tunnel seemed endless as they made it around the corner. The map was there , but Na’mos knew the way. Bailey Trace tried to figure the markings on the sword. It had looked ancient in appearance.

“Tribal, an ancient race before the Pi’ and Po’ Qua.” She said sadly. “The had battled the witches before, but got split amongst the seas.”

“Oh.” Bailey sighed.

“There is a monster we have to go by, that guards the entrance.” Na’mos warned. It has the head and electricity of an eel, with the wings of a Dragon.”

“What?” Bailey looked.

“ The beast became trapped by the Gods in the ancient days.” Na’mos went on. “Through the old war they had laid traps for the Witches, which lead to disaster. “

“How do we get past?” Bailey had asked.

“Your sword should help.” Na’mos said happy that it saved time. “ With stealth.”

The the caves were full of wonder as they fed on duck like fish. That swam as if they were a team. They were closing in on the door as her marking started to glow in itself. They got excited out of nowhere a wing swam by them. They had almost made it out. The portal started to open before them.

“Hurry.” Na’mos hollered.

“Trying.” as Bailey cut the side of the beast.

The beast shot out electricity with force enough to cut the stone around. Bailey had cut the tail end off with her turn. Than bounced and torpedoed to the portal her and Na’mos went in as it swam quick the portal closed with the head in Da’mi. The portal taking it off laying it before them as they felt the heat and the gills disappeared.

“This is Da’mi.” Na’mos said.

“Finally, Damn.” Bailey smiled.

“ Here are the enslaved on this tortured planet.” Na’mos.

“Now that we have survived the fishes monarchy, we should try to help those around us.” Bailey smiled.

“Noooo.” Na’mos cried.” They are here and like this for a reason.”

“Oh.” Bailey smiled ashamed.

“Never throw off balance we are passing through.” Na’mos looked.

“Now on to the item.” Bailey said cheerful as Na’mos looked in disbelief while attaching the now sharper sword to her side as the markings glowed in and out.

Chapter 5

The Trial through the Tortured Past

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“Na’mos!”

“Yeah, Bailey?”

“I feel scared, don’t know why?”

“It is the atmosphere, the fight is in your mind. It is meant to be unnerving to us. Only the strong survive in this world. That can out fight the mental in their own mind. That is a myth of what enslaves you.”

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“Really.”

“Yes.”

“How do we beat it?”

“You have to learn with gentle guidance to make it, through.”

“I know not to be deceived.”

They continued, cautiously walking through dodging as much danger, but knowing they couldn’t dodge it all. Now it was time to slowly start finding the marking to put upon her body, to give her what she needed. The time to worry was over. She did not need to risk locking up in her mind. The danger was there, but she knew she could beat it. Da’mi was a cold in some places, but hot in others with a dark gloomy presence on it. The King was cruel over this land and had to be stopped. What could her and Na’mos do, though a worsen would come against and win out as they left.

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“When do we fight?”

“Soon!” Na’mos smiled.

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The island was where it would be for her to get her marking to pass through the portal. The darkness that surrounded them ended non-stop and was torture to them. The magic was off of them though they were seeing clearer and the pathway more open to them. They would have to pass through the lava to make it to the Island.

“Ποιοι είναι αυτοί;*” One bay master said.

“Σκύλοι που ταξιδεύουν” The other one replied.

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They were getting closer to the shore. Bailey’s mind had started to race. Her nerves on this was unstoppable as panic set in. The spirit attached to her had started to calm her. She was glad to have her and was growing more attached to her.

“Na’mos?” Bailey whispered.

“Don’t be scared, we will be okay!” Na’mos replied.

Translations-

Greek-

Ποιοι είναι αυτοί; — Who are they?

Σκύλοι που ταξιδεύουν — Travelling dogs

To Be Continued …