Gods Save the Princess (Grace of Gods Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Kyleigh Castronaro
about strawberry milk and reopened the fridge. Sure enough, next to the other things, was a carton of strawberry milk.
“Impossible. It’s not real.” I muttered to myself, leaning in to grab the box of crackers. I expected it to be an illusion but when my hand curled around the physical box I nearly dropped it in further surprise.
“I’m hallucinating.” I closed the door again quickly, thinking about anything and everything I could. Raspberries, hamburgers, eggs, butter, lettuce, carrots, jam, chocolate, sausages, peppers, radishes... And when I opened the door again it was overflowing with all these things. My breathing grew laboured as I struggled to cope with what was happening. Even if I was starving I was too afraid of this food to eat it.
What if there was something wrong with it because it wasn’t real? What if it made me sick?
I set the box down on the counter and backed away, looking around the room again. I wasn’t entirely sure what it was I was looking for but I didn’t find it.
I ended up on the couch, curled into a ball and staring at the wall. It was too much to wrap my head around; I didn’t even know where to start. Magic, Gods, this place... I still wanted to go home, but I didn’t even think that was possible anymore. I had to be quite far from home to be in a place where magic existed. I was scared. I couldn’t trust anything and I didn’t know what was real or what was an illusion anymore.
I sat there for some time; resisting everything about this place until the pains in my stomach became so bad I caved and got the box of crackers again. Unwrapping the first tower of saltines I examined them carefully with all of my senses before slowly bringing one up to my lips for a taste. I was expecting something other than what they were. But it was real. It was all real...
Giving in completely to the hunger, I got some of the strawberry milk from the fridge along with the crackers. I could nearly believe it. But if the food was real though, my mind reasoned, perhaps Atlas wasn’t all that crazy after all.
I found myself sitting on the couch and staring at the book that Atlas had left behind as I made my way through the entire packet of saltines. He had been gone for close to an hour, he wouldn’t be hovering any longer to see if I did open it – if he’d even done that in the first place – and there was nothing wrong with taking an academic stand point with all this, was there?
No, I resolved, there wasn’t. It didn’t hurt to learn more about my situation, knowledge came from understanding. So I reached out, replacing the crackers in my hand for the heavy tome Atlas had left behind. It looked ancient, the weathered cover faded in places from use and the pages themselves were yellowed and ink stained. Wherever Atlas had gotten this from it looked real that much was certain.
Tentative and unsure I opened the book and started to read through. It taught about the history of these so-called Gods and the stories that surrounded them. There was nothing factual about them in the book; it was simply a collection of legends that I felt Atlas was putting way too much stock into. But then how did I explain the fridge?
When I finished reading a few hours later I wasn’t any more convinced than I had been when I started. If my skepticism had been reduced, it was only by a fraction. I needed more proof from somewhere that wasn’t directly from Atlas. Maybe if I could find something else to back up what he was saying...
I replaced the half empty box of crackers and refilled my drink before crossing through the apartment back to my bedroom. I set the book down on the desk in there and paused for a moment, staring at the brand new laptop that was sitting there. I’d never had one before, but my older brother had let me use his sometimes for schoolwork. I looked around, stupidly, as if checking to see if there was someone else around who could be the owner of the laptop before pulling the chair
“Impossible. It’s not real.” I muttered to myself, leaning in to grab the box of crackers. I expected it to be an illusion but when my hand curled around the physical box I nearly dropped it in further surprise.
“I’m hallucinating.” I closed the door again quickly, thinking about anything and everything I could. Raspberries, hamburgers, eggs, butter, lettuce, carrots, jam, chocolate, sausages, peppers, radishes... And when I opened the door again it was overflowing with all these things. My breathing grew laboured as I struggled to cope with what was happening. Even if I was starving I was too afraid of this food to eat it.
What if there was something wrong with it because it wasn’t real? What if it made me sick?
I set the box down on the counter and backed away, looking around the room again. I wasn’t entirely sure what it was I was looking for but I didn’t find it.
I ended up on the couch, curled into a ball and staring at the wall. It was too much to wrap my head around; I didn’t even know where to start. Magic, Gods, this place... I still wanted to go home, but I didn’t even think that was possible anymore. I had to be quite far from home to be in a place where magic existed. I was scared. I couldn’t trust anything and I didn’t know what was real or what was an illusion anymore.
I sat there for some time; resisting everything about this place until the pains in my stomach became so bad I caved and got the box of crackers again. Unwrapping the first tower of saltines I examined them carefully with all of my senses before slowly bringing one up to my lips for a taste. I was expecting something other than what they were. But it was real. It was all real...
Giving in completely to the hunger, I got some of the strawberry milk from the fridge along with the crackers. I could nearly believe it. But if the food was real though, my mind reasoned, perhaps Atlas wasn’t all that crazy after all.
I found myself sitting on the couch and staring at the book that Atlas had left behind as I made my way through the entire packet of saltines. He had been gone for close to an hour, he wouldn’t be hovering any longer to see if I did open it – if he’d even done that in the first place – and there was nothing wrong with taking an academic stand point with all this, was there?
No, I resolved, there wasn’t. It didn’t hurt to learn more about my situation, knowledge came from understanding. So I reached out, replacing the crackers in my hand for the heavy tome Atlas had left behind. It looked ancient, the weathered cover faded in places from use and the pages themselves were yellowed and ink stained. Wherever Atlas had gotten this from it looked real that much was certain.
Tentative and unsure I opened the book and started to read through. It taught about the history of these so-called Gods and the stories that surrounded them. There was nothing factual about them in the book; it was simply a collection of legends that I felt Atlas was putting way too much stock into. But then how did I explain the fridge?
When I finished reading a few hours later I wasn’t any more convinced than I had been when I started. If my skepticism had been reduced, it was only by a fraction. I needed more proof from somewhere that wasn’t directly from Atlas. Maybe if I could find something else to back up what he was saying...
I replaced the half empty box of crackers and refilled my drink before crossing through the apartment back to my bedroom. I set the book down on the desk in there and paused for a moment, staring at the brand new laptop that was sitting there. I’d never had one before, but my older brother had let me use his sometimes for schoolwork. I looked around, stupidly, as if checking to see if there was someone else around who could be the owner of the laptop before pulling the chair
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