"That was just a dream!" I tried to excuse myself.
"Oh, but it was more than that, and you know it too!" she said. "Mom!" I turned to my mom, wanting to leave. "You are a ticking time bomb, on the verge of exploding! You need to accept that what you saw was not just a dream, but a reality more real than you can imagine!" she declared. I stood up and declared, "Enough! I may be a gentle person, truly I am, but you are constantly calling me a misfortune, ticking time bomb, or whatnot. Whether you believe it or not, I have self-respect!" With that, I walked out of her house. My mom looked at her with a sense of helplessness in her eyes. "This is why I cannot assist her because taming a 16-year-old is far more challenging than taming a wolf!" she stated. "I want no part in it unless it is her choice." She turned her chair away. As my mother got up to leave the house, Green quietly said, "Don't push her; whatever has to happen has to happen by her own will." Next, we were planning to stay at Granny's house. The next morning, I stumbled upon a skateboard in the parking lot and asked, "Who does this belong to?" "It belongs to your cousin," my mom replied. "Walrus?" I questioned. "Very funny, but it's Walter," she clarified. "Yeah, whatever!" I winked. "Can I borrow it for today?" I inquired. "Of course!" she smiled. My cousin Walter had relocated to another country for work, and he and I were best friends. He always allowed me to use his belongings. So I hopped on the skateboard and as I rode, as I looked around the town Shadowbrook is a small, charming town that feels like it stepped out of a fairytale. My new home on Elm Street is a cozy two-story house with a welcoming front porch and a white picket fence. It's not the biggest house, but it feels just right. The Town Square is the heart of Shadowbrook, with cobblestone paths, a central fountain, and many little shops and cafes. It’s where everyone seems to gather, and I can tell it's a place full of life and community. Surrounding the town is the Forest, a beautiful but slightly creepy place filled with ancient trees and mist. There's also an Abandoned Chapel, covered in ivy and slowly falling apart. People whisper that it’s haunted, and I can't help but be intrigued, even though I still don’t believe in such stuff. Shadowbrook looks peaceful on the surface, but I sense there are many secrets waiting to be discovered. I was lost in its beauty when the skateboard almost caused me to stumble. It almost caused me to stumble. I looked around and made my way to the nearby park to see the issue. It was then that I noticed the wheels were rusted. "Let's find you a mechanic, baby!" I whispered. Yes, I know it may sound strange, but I talk to the things I use. I took it to the shop to have the rust cleaned off, and that's when I noticed two girls approaching me. One had beautiful, silky, straight yellow hair, while the other was taller than me with long blond hair. The girl with yellow hair smiled at me and asked, "Are you new to this town?" I smiled back and replied, "Yes, kind of!" I then added in a whisper, "Actually, I was here before I was born!" We both burst into laughter. "Victoria!" she introduced herself, extending her hand for a handshake. We shook hands, and then the second girl also greeted me and introduced herself as Jeniece. I introduced myself "Julia, but you can call me Jules!" I expressed my pleasure in meeting them. "So, Jules, what brings you to Shadowbrook?" Victoria inquired. "Bad luck!" I responded, and we shared another chuckle. We chatted and shared laughter until my work was completed. We exchanged contact numbers, as I always welcomed new people into my life. As I headed my way, a sudden burning sensation in my wound and a pounding heart left me confused. I couldn't understand what was happening, but I knew something was not right. Upon returning home that evening, I discovered my mother sitting on the couch, tears streaming down her face. Concerned, I hurried toward her and asked, "What's wrong, Mom?" "It's your dad," she whispered. It turned out that my father had suffered a sudden heart attack without any apparent cause. All they told us was that my Dad passed away and Uncle Reed, who's my father's brother, was bringing his body by plane after going through some necessary process. However, we later discovered that he had left me a voicemail. "I apologize, my dear, for not being there for you. I drifted off to my office, and then he came, the man in black, charming yet mysterious; he gripped my heart tightly. Ever since I woke up, all I could feel was the pounding of my heart. Eve, my sweet daughter, I don't have much time, but know that I will never miss any of your special moments. I will always be there, sitting in the front row whenever you play the guitar. I will witness you cutting the first piece of cake, just as you used to do, and feed me. I will be by your side during movie nights. Always remember that I love you and your mother." And just like that, silence filled the air. I turned to my mother and embraced her, and together we cried until we couldn't anymore. We remained in Shadowbrook while the body was being transferred to us. 2 Days passed, and one morning, my mother woke up to find me reading a brochure. "It's a school, Mom! The largest school in town, ShadowBrook High!" I excitedly showed it to her. "I used to attend that school too!" she exclaimed. "Are you certain that you want to stay?" Mom asked gently, placing her hand on my shoulder. I held her hand and thought for a moment, "As much as I hate to admit it, I do believe you. Something feels off, and I was only trying to ignore it. However, after Dad's passing, I now realize the truth." We sat together, leaning our heads against each other, shedding a few tears. The following morning, I entered the school's walkway, and as usual, all eyes turned toward me. I was dressed in a blue jacket and pants with a pink crop top underneath. Everyone stared at me, but then I noticed two familiar faces, Victoria and Jeniece. They hurriedly approached me, with Victoria greeting me, "Hey!" "Hi!" I smiled as they led me to the classroom. It was a big room filled with numerous students. As they left me at the classroom door, Victoria excused herself and went to the restroom. She seemed anxious about something. I wondered what it could be. Anyway, Jeniece guided me inside the classroom, and that's when my eyes landed on a guy with black hair falling onto his forehead. He had his gaze fixed on me. "Oh, him? He's the most popular guy in this school!" Jeniece whispered to me. "What makes him so special?" I pursed my lips and turned my head away. Although I did so, he continued to gaze at me, just like every other guy in the class, except for one individual.Once more, a card flew into my grasp on its own. Another Widow rose from her seat, her head tilting slightly as she regarded the card in my hands. Then, she spoke. “It says… *XXXII*.” A pause, then: “He is a commander of thirty-two legions.” A weight dropped in my stomach. The first Widow handed her dagger to the second without hesitation. The second Widow turned, and this time, a Knight calmly stood from his seat, accepting his fate. Without ceremony, the dagger struck true. The Knight barely made a sound before his body collapsed in on itself, unraveling into nothing. I exhaled a shaky breath. A sharp jolt of surprise shot through me as I squeezed my eyes shut, reaching out for another card. This time, instead of one, two cards flew into my grasp with a strange weight, as if they had chosen me rather than the other way around. My fingers trembled as I turned them over, and my breath caught in my throat. My eyes narrowed, confusion knotting my brow. “Flames,” A widow
"You've seen that card before?" My eyes narrowed. Petra let out a scoff, her sharp eyes locking onto mine. "Seen them? I haven't just *seen* them—I *wield* them." She took a step closer, her voice carrying a strange respect. "That mark belongs to *Septem*. Those cards are mine." A shiver ran down my spine. "*How did I see something that actually exists but I never saw before?*" my voice echoed. "What does it mean?" Petra's lips curled into a smirk, her confidence unwavering. "It means," she said, tilting her head, "I shall summon them to aid us." A weight settled in the room, thick with anticipation. Moments later, we gathered in the living room, the air charged with something unseen. Petra positioned herself near the door, her fingers lingering over the handle before she turned to us. "Brace yourselves," she warned, her voice hushed yet firm. "They can be quite *terrifying*." Her gaze swept across our faces, reassuring our readiness. Victoria crossed her arms, squinting at
Twisted, mesmerizing, adorned with intricate engravings—each groove and symbol marked into them as if by the hands of an ancient craftsman. They did not seem like an abomination, nor a curse. No, they were *art*, dangerous and fascinating. But before I could fully absorb what I was seeing, his hands clamped down on my shoulders. Hard. The force of it nearly sent me reeling, but he held me firm, his grip unyielding. Then, without warning, he *breathed in*. A deep, slow inhale. Not through his nose—no, this was something far worse. I *felt* it. Something inside me was being drawn out, siphoned through the air like invisible threads unraveling from my soul. A dizzying wave of exhaustion crashed over me, my limbs going heavy, my vision darkening at the edges. My eyes burned as if something vital was being wrenched from them, something unseen but crucial. My head swayed, my breath shallow, and then—his voice, a whisper, yet it echoed inside me. *"You don’t wear his mark any
Then his voice dropped to a venomous whisper, each word laced with warning. *"Your time is running out.* Evan’s life hangs in the balance. I could have your town run over with my servants!"* His grip on my thigh tightened, claws sinking past skin, past muscle, scraping against the very tissues of my body. A sharp gasp tore from my lips. Pain—searing, white-hot pain. I struggled, but his hold was strong. And for the first time in a long time… I felt fear.I wanted to scream, but my voice was stolen, trapped in my throat like a breath never exhaled. Panic clawed at my ribs as he leaned in, his breath brushing against my skin—warm yet chilling, like the whisper of a fever dream. I recoiled instinctively, dragging myself backward, my hands sinking into the cold, unyielding flesh of the bodies beneath me. The world tilted as I lost my balance, tumbling down from the gruesome pile. My head struck something sharp—a jagged outcrop of earth. Pain exploded behind my eyes, whit
There was a time when things between us had been simple—when we were just friends, laughing over inside jokes and navigating chaos side by side. But ever since that invisible wall of unspoken emotions had risen between us, we had started feeling like strangers trapped in the remnants of something unsaid. Still, for tonight, we had a purpose. And perhaps that was enough. I busied myself in the kitchen, brewing two cups of strong coffee, the rich aroma filling the quiet house. By the time I returned, the world outside had settled into silence. Everyone else had drifted into sleep, leaving only Dominic and me in the dimly lit study, where the *Tome of Deeds* lay sprawled open on the wooden table. Its recently uncovered pages stared back at us, waiting—daring—to be deciphered. The pages were unlike the others in the book. The parchment held the same aged texture, the same ancient ink, but something was *off*. Scattered across the page were small star-like symbols, drawn in a seeming
I settled back onto the couch, watching his expression shift as he processed my words. Chen exhaled a small, breathy laugh, shaking his head. "Hah. It’s not exactly an inspiring story," he admitted, his usual grin disappearing just slightly. Still, after a moment of hesitation, he continued. "My parents… they were taken from me too soon." His voice softened, and he looked down at his hands as if searching for the right words. "It happened during a house robbery. I was just a kid, and my father hid me behind the plant pot to help me survive. After that, I went to live with my aunt—Aunt Jing, the one you all know." His eyes darkened slightly, his smile vanishing. "Her husband never liked me. I was just an extra mouth to feed, an unwanted responsibility. But Aunt Jing? She refused to let him treat me that way. She chose *me*. She gave up everything—her home, her marriage—just so I wouldn’t feel like I was alone in this world." A thick silence settled over the room. "So we lef