Serpent In White: A Twisted Tales Novel by Nyla K

Author:Nyla K [K, Nyla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-11-18T16:00:00+00:00

Running my hands beneath the stream of water, I watch as deep red turns the water pink. I scrub them with soap, hard, aggressively attempting to rid all the traces around my nails and on my fingers.

But it’s no use. There’s a hue I can’t get rid of, even after the rest has washed away.

All the blood on my hands…

I’ve created something special, and for now, it’s all mine.

I haven’t told Darian yet. I know I will eventually, but he’s dabbling in other parts of our new life. He’s been rather busy, anyway.

Becoming a leader.

Two years ago, we invited our first new friend to live on our territory. And since then, the plan of the universe has continued to take its shape, everything meant to occur in these woods revolving around my brother.

Darian King, Head Priest of The Principality.

It started as an idea, as anything does. A mildly far-fetched thought about what human existence should look like, why we’re here, and what should come of our new lives in the forest. Darian and I decided we mustn’t squander the opportunities we’ve been given to start over.

Because nothing happens by accident.

More people stumbled upon our settlement, and we decided to stake a claim in this land we call the Expanse. It’s ours, and we’ll defend it or die trying. Darian thinks I’m being dramatic when I say that, but he doesn’t know the things I’ve seen…

The evil I’ve made to keep him safe.

The funny thing is that each and every person who has wound up here in the last two years, who have wandered onto the Expanse looking for an escape from the outside world and a new community, a fresh start, they’ve all looked to Darian and me for guidance.

I’m no one’s leader. But Darian is.

He’s taken to the role almost effortlessly, because of his charisma, his obvious strength, wisdom and patience. He’s the perfect person to preach the message of Mother Earth, her gifts, and the transformation of life.

It’s really quite simple. We don’t call it a religion, because neither of us believe in that. It’s just the way of the world. We live by earth and die by earth; our God, Mother. A great spiritual being more than a pronoun, of course, but the way we see it, She’s a “she,” since She gave birth to us, from dirt and water and air.

In the early days, Darian and I smoked a lot of homegrown weed. We ate mushrooms, and I made an herb to smoke from some flowers I’ve grown, native to the mountain of their namesake, the white angel trumpets. The plants have entheogenic properties, from the species Brugmansia suaveolens, which I’ve been studying for quite some time. I’ve been cultivating them in my greenhouse, synthesizing as best I can until we get a lab built.

I think it could be a tremendous breakthrough in my chemical research, but I need the space. I need help as my operation grows.

Anyway, the first time we smoked it together, we

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