The Euphoria
Series Book 2
Test and trials
abound where temptation resides.
First comes the
darkness that slowly eats away at your light bit by bit. Once the erosion
begins, it’s hard to repair the damage that has been done.
Calandra thought
she was figuring out life and she thought she had a hold on destiny. She
thought wrong. To learn what she needs to do to fix Faerie, she must find a way
to talk to her deceased mother. Making a deal with death forces her to trust
her life in the hands of someone that doesn’t deserve it. Will she be able to
fit the pieces together before it’s too late?
Temptation
abounds in her heart and she is about to face the trial of a lifetime. Will an
act of treason tear her apart completely? Can what she knows to be true keep
her from breaking after what she faces?
In Hollow of Treason, the second installment in the
Euphoria Series, we learn that things aren’t always what they seem and
sometimes destiny can play tricks on us. The darkness won’t miss the chance to
overcome you if you allow the light to leave you… even if it’s
only for a moment.
Eu-phor-ia: \yü-’fór-ē-Ə\ noun: A feeling
of well-being or elation. Eu-phor-ic adjective eu-phor-i-cal-ly adverb.
A sense of elation, that’s what she had
been after all along. She had achieved it, but it is now ruined thanks to the
drama that he created. Why any of it matters to him in the first place is the
one thing she couldn’t seem to figure out. Regardless of the reasoning, her
love is now tainted and forbidden. Her heart has been shattered into a million
pieces along with it.
At times she finds herself wishing she
could just wake up and find this all to be some horrible nightmare. She had
found love. The kind most people only dream of having, the kind of love that
sets the entire world on fire with its passion. The love that makes you feel as
if you’re falling with no sign of an end in sight, but it’s not a problem
because you don’t ever want to stop falling. Her one and only true love, and
yet it was taken away from her and now she is forced to leave everything she
knows behind. At a time when she should be over the moon, she instead finds
herself shunned, alone, and without a clue of what to do, where to turn, or if
she will even survive this in the end.
At one point in my life I was
convinced this place should be named Euphoria instead of simply calling it
Faerie. That’s what my life had reached at one time, that’s what this world
used to be, but now it’s taken a drastic turn.
Now this place has become my
prison. To make it worse, where I’m going isn’t going to be any better for me.
I guess this is the bed I’ve
been given, and now I must find a way to lie in it.
Echo writes the last short entry in her
diary and closes it. She holds it over her chest for a moment before she ties
the twine around the tiny leather book. She puts her diary—which basically
translates to her memories, heart, and soul—into the chest. Taking a deep
breath, she closes her eyes against the tears that start to build.
She holds the chain in her hand with the
key charm wrapped in a turquoise circle hanging down, slightly swinging.
Reluctantly, she drops the necklace into the chest with a sigh. It takes
everything she has in her, along with some strength she was unaware she had,
but she manages to slowly pull the lid down and lock the chest.
Part of her hopes that these things will
be passed down from generation to generation. Maybe one day, someone will find
it, someone born into the family with the same spirit, the same desires, and
the same passions as her. One day, someone would have to fix the things here
that had been broken. Hopefully they will find some meaning in the words she
wrote in this little book. The world had to be turned back to the way it was
meant to be one day. Someone would be able to take away the hate that had grown
and replace it with the kind of love it was meant for. Maybe then it could go
back to being a piece of Euphoria once more.
Slowly, she walks away from the chest,
the pain of knowing she is leaving an immense piece of herself in it builds
with every step. A piece of her soul is locked up away from the rest of the
world, as well as from her. As much as she loves everything she had written in
her diary, she knows that she has to walk away from it all, and try to forget
it ever happened.
A part of her wishes she had kept the
necklace as she feels the piece of her soul further away from her than ever.
Nonetheless, she knows someone else one day will need it more than she does
now. So with one last glance back and a heavy sigh, she walks away from it
completely.
Eu-phor-ia: \yü-’fór-ē-Ə\ noun: A feeling
of well-being or elation. Eu-phor-ic adjective eu-phor-i-cal-ly adverb.
A sense of elation, that’s what she had
been after all along. She had achieved it, but it is now ruined thanks to the
drama that he created. Why any of it matters to him in the first place is the
one thing she couldn’t seem to figure out. Regardless of the reasoning, her
love is now tainted and forbidden. Her heart has been shattered into a million
pieces along with it.
At times she finds herself wishing she
could just wake up and find this all to be some horrible nightmare. She had
found love. The kind most people only dream of having, the kind of love that
sets the entire world on fire with its passion. The love that makes you feel as
if you’re falling with no sign of an end in sight, but it’s not a problem
because you don’t ever want to stop falling. Her one and only true love, and
yet it was taken away from her and now she is forced to leave everything she
knows behind. At a time when she should be over the moon, she instead finds
herself shunned, alone, and without a clue of what to do, where to turn, or if
she will even survive this in the end.
At one point in my life I was
convinced this place should be named Euphoria instead of simply calling it
Faerie. That’s what my life had reached at one time, that’s what this world
used to be, but now it’s taken a drastic turn.
Now this place has become my
prison. To make it worse, where I’m going isn’t going to be any better for me.
I guess this is the bed I’ve
been given, and now I must find a way to lie in it.
Echo writes the last short entry in her
diary and closes it. She holds it over her chest for a moment before she ties
the twine around the tiny leather book. She puts her diary—which basically
translates to her memories, heart, and soul—into the chest. Taking a deep
breath, she closes her eyes against the tears that start to build.
She holds the chain in her hand with the
key charm wrapped in a turquoise circle hanging down, slightly swinging.
Reluctantly, she drops the necklace into the chest with a sigh. It takes
everything she has in her, along with some strength she was unaware she had,
but she manages to slowly pull the lid down and lock the chest.
Part of her hopes that these things will
be passed down from generation to generation. Maybe one day, someone will find
it, someone born into the family with the same spirit, the same desires, and
the same passions as her. One day, someone would have to fix the things here
that had been broken. Hopefully they will find some meaning in the words she
wrote in this little book. The world had to be turned back to the way it was
meant to be one day. Someone would be able to take away the hate that had grown
and replace it with the kind of love it was meant for. Maybe then it could go
back to being a piece of Euphoria once more.
Slowly, she walks away from the chest,
the pain of knowing she is leaving an immense piece of herself in it builds
with every step. A piece of her soul is locked up away from the rest of the
world, as well as from her. As much as she loves everything she had written in
her diary, she knows that she has to walk away from it all, and try to forget
it ever happened.
A part of her wishes she had kept the
necklace as she feels the piece of her soul further away from her than ever.
Nonetheless, she knows someone else one day will need it more than she does
now. So with one last glance back and a heavy sigh, she walks away from it
completely.
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