LYRA
As soon as I step through the doorway into the tearoom, the door slams behind me. My eyes flash to Grace and she is just shaking her head in disappointment. Grabbing the doorknob, I yank on the door, and it will not budge. My hands immediately bang against the heavy wood of the door trying to force it open.
“Andrew! James!” I scream as I fall against the wood.
I step back as I hear my mates trying to break down the door from the other side and then it is just silent. Trying the doorknob one more time, it twists easily in my hand. Opening the door just a crack, I peek out of the tearoom only to realize that it no longer leads to the round entryway. I open the door wider to reveal a tiny cottage. Without a second thought, I step into the cottage and breathe in my surroundings.
I wipe the tears from my eyes, as I look around the cottage. It is exactly what you would expect a witch&r
ANDREW James and I decided that we would walk down the spiral staircase convinced that we would eventually reach the bottom. But every level that we hit looks identical to the level that was above it. The pictures on the walls and each doorway is always the same. We have been walking for what feels like forever. The view from the windows never changes. The sun has not risen since we have been in the tower. It is the dead of night, and the sky is void of any moon or stars. Black clouds swirl against the dark blue sky. Tension and frustration is building between us, and I fear if we do not come up with a new idea soon that we will end up fighting. After descending the stairs and landing in seemingly the same circular room for the hundredth time, I sit on the floor. My legs feel like lead, and I am pretty sure my feet are bleeding withing my shoes. Exhaustion mixed with hunger is driving me to the brink
LYRA Three days. Three days of being stuck in this cabin with Grace as she barks orders at me trying to teach me magic. Between her constant nagging, my ever-growing belly, and not having my mates the only emotion I can feel is irritation. I have refused to step back into the tearoom. Now that I know it is a portal I do not wish to end up anywhere else, so Grace is reluctantly training me in the main room of her cabin.“You must clear your mind of emotions,” she says for the thousandth time. Tiny flames burst from my fingertips as she speaks. “You must clear your mind,” I mutter under my breath mocking the words that she constantly repeats in my direction.“I heard that,” she groans without turning to look at me.“I have control over fire,” I whine like a little kid. “Is that not enough?&rdqu
JAMES Delicately Lilith cuts her chicken into bite sized pieces, grinning at us while she eats. Neither Andrew or I have dared to take a bite or drink anything that is laid out in front of us. Both of our stomachs are growling loudly from hunger, but we know we cannot trust anything that Lilith has placed in front of us. “Aren’t you boys hungry,” she bats her long eyelashes at us. “You’ve been walking the stairs for three days now.” “Three days?” Andrew says exasperated and I suddenly feel a lot hungrier. “mmHmm,” she mumbles as she chews. Leaning back in my seat, I glare at Lilith. She looks exactly like I remember. When I was little I used to twist my fingers around her long strands of hair while she told me stories. She would look down at me with her bright blue eyes and kiss me gently on the forehead, calling me her Ferocious Pup. I constantly have to
LYRA“I am ready.” I am standing in the tearoom waiting for Grace to answer me. She has been ignoring me for the better part of two days. Once she realized that I, or rather Ella, could connect with all five elements when we are outside she has been training me all hours of the day and night. One would think that she would at least speak to me during our training sessions. But no. She just randomly attacked me with spells throughout the day trying to catch me off guard. Last night she burst into my bedroom in the middle of the night, trying to catch me off guard. I was awoken by a large gust of wind that threw my bed across the room. All I remember is raising a hand and hearing the sounds of wood cracking across the room before I went back to sleep. I woke up to find that I had created a rather large crack in the middle of the main room of the cabin. Grace was bitte
LYRAMemory after faded memory flashes through my head. Right before my eyes I watch James grow up. This bright blue eyes and blonde hair have remained unchanged all of these years. His mischievous grin is also the same. Grace doted on him constantly, treating him like a little prince. Lilith seemed to only tolerate his presence. I watch as a four-year-old James runs wild through the forest with Grace desperately trying to catch him, but he is so fast that she cannot keep up. Grace collapses on the ground and pretends to be hurt. She calls out his name in dramatic distress and it stops James in his tracks. His beautiful blue eyes fill with concern as he runs to her side, until she flips him on his back and started tickling him. His laughter fills the forest as he tries to wiggle his way out of her arms. As the memories pass through my mind I cannot help but think that I have never seen a child tha
JAMESSitting on the floor of the tower I hold Andrew’s head in my lap while he sleeps. Lilith stopped offering us meals after asking for my child for the millionth time and I continued to tell her to go to hell. We randomly find bread and water as we continue to wander the tower looking for a way out. The bread and water does not affect me, but it knocks Andrew out for hours. I am positive that Lilith has put a spell on the food that only affects those not related to her. Her master plan is not hard to figure out, she thinks if she keeps hurting Andrew then I will hand over my child. But I know that Lyra and Andrew would never forgive me. Every time we stumble upon food, Andrew lets out a frustrated groan. We both know that we need to eat, but we both know that Andrew will be out for hours at a time.Leaning against the wall of the tower with Andrew’s head in my lap I can feel the tendrils o
LYRA A gust of wind bursts from Lilith’s fingers. The burst is so strong that I cannot stand against it, and it slides me across the floor, smashing me up against the wall on the other side of the room from my mates. Sliding one foot out in front of the other I block the wind from hitting my face with my arms. The wind feels like shards of glass as it whips against my forearms. All I can hear is the sound of wind whipping around my head and Lilith’s evil laugh filling my mind. My anger begins to rush to fingertips. The urge to burn the tower to the ground is overwhelming, but I can hear Grace’s teachings echoing in my head. “You will never overcome the element of air with the element of fire.” Closing my eyes against the wind, I pull the wind from around room into my core. Swiping my hands down in a single swift motion, I push a gust of wind from arms towards Lilith. “Enough,” I scream as my wind catches Lilith
JAMESThe wind whirls around us as Lilith screams on the ground, but the wind is not the only thing that is spinning. Every memory in my head feels like it is being changed all at once. I try my best to shield Lyra from the debris that is flying through the air, but it feel like my head is splitting in two. Between the wind, Lilith screaming, and what is happening in my mind I feel like I am on the verge of insanity. Lilith stops screaming and falls limply on the ground and the wind stops swirling around us. The tower is gone. Everything that was once there has completely disappeared as if it never existed in the first place. A sudden pain rips through my head. It feels like my brain is exploding inside of my skull. Placing my hands on the sides of my head, I try to contain the pain that is splitting my head in two. I cannot stop the loud growl that erupts from my chest as I begin to pace back and