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The Adventures of Bailey Trace

The Twelve Lost Worlds

By Jeffrey AllisonPublished 2 years ago 3 min read
The Adventures of Bailey Trace
Photo by Kitera Dent on Unsplash

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 tho 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 planetVi-nia." Simptem Hughed.

"Tobe eaten alive." Im"ki laughed.

They were in the back of the space station. In the astriod belt. Kimtiei was awaiting on thier 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 journied 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 leafand 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 feeled 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.

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

Fantasy

About the Creator

Jeffrey Allison

In the wake of another morning as the world grows on I try to bring different views or alternatives to life that comes from different parts of the world as well as heart spelling stories that exercises your mind.

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