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Chapter 6: Lessons in the Light
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Anne and the Hidden world Chapter 13: Scars in the Rain
“Go back! Please, go back!” I screamed through tears, my voice raw with panic. Tears blurred my vision as I clutched falcon’s feathers, fingers stiff and shaking. The air howled in my ears, drowning my words. falcon didn’t even falter. We kept flying, the battlefield shrinking behind us until it was just a smear of lightning and smoke.We landed hard in front of Harold’s house. Rain hit like needles, cold and relentless. I slid off Falcon’s back, soaked through in seconds, boots splashing in the mud. My teeth chattered, but my thoughts burned.Mom was already rushing toward me. Her arms opened, trembling. “Anne, it’s okay. Come here.”I didn’t move.“Anne,” she said again, stepping closer, her voice fragile. She reached out and grabbed my wrist gently, like touching a soap bubble that might burst.Her touch hurt. It was too soft, too familiar, too safe.“No!” I tore my arm away and stumbled backward. Then I ran.The storm raged all around, but I pushed through it, sprinting toward whe
Anne and the Hidden world Chapter 12: Moonlit Sigils
Days blurred into months, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. Before I knew it, every last piece of our old life had been packed into boxes, labeled in my mother’s neat, tight script, and shipped to Harold’s home. Only the essentials made the journey—clothes, important documents, school supplies, and the photo albums that held the only tangible proof of what once was. Everything else, every little thing that made our house a home, was left behind.At first, my parents had been reluctant. They wrapped their concern in clipped words and tight-lipped glances, refusing to grant us even the smallest sliver of freedom in this unfamiliar town. But Sheriff Donovan had a way with persuasion, a patience that whittled down their resistance until, eventually, they relented.I had expected them to hold on longer, to clutch us tighter, their desperation forming an iron cage around us. But maybe, deep down, they realized the truth—no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t keep us loc
Anne and the Hidden world Chapter 11: Across the Water, Toward the Light
“How did you know me?” I asked again, my eyes narrowing as I scrutinized the man before me. His expression was calm, his movements deliberate as he approached.“Harold already informed us about you,” he said, his voice steady, betraying no emotion. “What are you doing here?”I tensed, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. Before I could respond, a familiar voice rang out from behind him. “You don’t need to keep your guard up with him.”I turned swiftly, relief and confusion mixing in my chest as I saw my master. “Master? What are you doing here? How did you know I was here?”“Because of him,” Master replied, pointing to a figure sprinting toward us. His hair was a fiery red, his eyes sharp and cunning like a fox’s. My heart lurched. It was Red.The world seemed to blur as I stood there, frozen. Then, without thinking, I found myself running toward him. Tears blurred my vision as I threw my arms around him, holding him tight. “Thank you… Thank you for being alive,” I whispered, my
Anne and the Hidden world Chapter 10: Through the Veil
“Therefore, we can conclude that Harold and Eli are our grandparents,” Henry declared, his voice steady yet laden with a gravity that resonated through the room like the toll of a distant bell.The room fell into a stunned silence. It was the kind of silence that seemed to expand, pressing against the walls, heavy with the weight of the revelation. I exchanged a glance with Allyson, her brow furrowed in concern, a mirror to the apprehension churning in my chest.Helix shifted uneasily, breaking the stillness with a cough. “By the way,” he ventured, his voice slicing through the tension like a dull knife, “where’s Master?”Allyson straightened in her chair, brushing a strand of silver hair behind her ear. Her voice was taut with worry. “She’s with the Red Foxes,” she replied, “but... I haven’t heard from her yet.”Henry’s words lingered in the air, casting long shadows over the afternoon. Conversation waned, the heavy Victorian walls of the house seeming to absorb our unease. Its khaki
Anne and the Hidden world Chapter 9: Threads of the Unknown
My mother stiffened, her fingers tightening around the edge of my bed. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the wooden frame, her body visibly tensing. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice brittle as dry leaves. Her eyes darted toward Savienne, searching for something, anything, that might soften the blow of what she had just heard. “We can’t just—”“What do you mean, Savienne?” My father’s voice thundered over hers, cutting through the tense air like a blade. He stepped forward, his towering frame dominating the small hospital room. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had gone pale. “You can’t drop a bomb like that and expect us to just accept it!” His voice cracked with fury, but there was something else—something raw—lurking beneath the surface. Fear?Savienne didn’t flinch. She turned to face him fully, her silver hair catching the harsh fluorescent light. Her steely gaze bore into his, unyielding. “She’s been marked,” she said, her tone sharp and matter-o
Anne and the Hidden world Chapter 8: Echoes of Guilt
The darkness pressed in like a suffocating shroud, wrapping around me with an almost tangible weight. Each step forward felt like wading through thick, invisible sludge. My legs trembled, threatening to give way as the void stretched endlessly in every direction. My breath came in ragged gasps, loud in the oppressive silence, my heartbeat a frantic drumbeat echoing in my ears.I tried to call out, but my voice faltered, strangled by some unseen force. A choking panic bubbled in my throat, clawing to get out. That’s when the voice came. “It’s all your fault!” The words hit me like a blade to the chest, sharp and cold. I froze, spinning around wildly. My eyes darted through the inky blackness, desperate to find the source. “Who’s there?” I managed to croak, my voice barely audible. Silence. Then, the voice erupted again, harsher, angrier. “We know you called them! That’s why we died, you hypocrite!” It was Leo. His voice was unmistakable, and suddenly, he was there—standing befor
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