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Somehow and by some insane luck, it had turned out that her parents’ connection came in handy. Their friend at the university that had informed them about her paying the acceptance fee was none other than the personal assistant or personal secretary to the Vice Chancellor himself. She would have unintentionally revoked her admission to Easton University had the lady, Mrs Stanford, not pulled some strings to buy her time. Apparently that time was over now judging by the letter from Mrs Stanford written on it in bold, italic letters. She had gotten a similar one two weeks after she was discharged having spent a week in the hospital. It read: “Good day Clara, I'm Mrs Emily Stanford, the personal assistant to the vice chancellor and a close friend of your parents. We attended Easton together and I am so sorry for what happened. They were pretty amazing people to have as friends and I would miss them so much. Anyways, I wrote this to let you know that if you need anything, and I mean a
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Clara woke up screaming, her sheets drenched with sweat, tears pooling from her eyes. What was that? Why was her look-alike there lying lifeless? It made no sense. Her dreams always had nebulous connotations, vague, she might even say uncertain but there was a force to this particular dream, clear as day. As much as she would have loved to forget, it was etched, engraved in her mind, an horrific sight that was simply unforgettable. She kept reminding herself that it was nothing but a dream amidst bated breaths. She chanted even as she scanned the bedroom and her shoulders sagged slightly seeing the familiar plastic table opposite her maroon covered bed and the inflated chairs. She glanced at the quartz clock that stood high in the white coated wall opposite the bed. It was just a few minutes past two am. The moon had yet to bid its farewell, sending silvery simmers down the window pane. There was almost three hours before her flight. She needed more sleep if she wanted to function e
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He could not believe Lucian was there. Why the hell had he been beside Clara? He had walked into the room to be faced by the last sight he thought he could ever be tortured with. With her attention on Lucian, she was completely oblivious to anyone that could have walked in. He cannot let the past repeat itself. He would not give in to initiating a conversation with a person that did not exist. At least, not in his mind. He stared him dead in his eyes, unable to pull his gaze away from the now-squared jaw, so unlike he remembered it being. Unlike in the past, Lucian had given in, letting his fiery, hateful gaze drop as he stormed out of the room without a word, making sure to avoid any form of physical contact. He had wanted so badly to quiz Clara about why he was there and what her relationship was with him but he was in no position to ask and she was not in the best frame of mind at the moment. No sane person would be. So he settled to ask what had happened, trying his best to ke
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Evander was back in Dragor, a town easily overlooked by the populace but not by inhabitants of Yorkshire like himself, especially not the shifters. Dragor had the quickest and safest doorway to Yorkshire. He took a path he knew all too well, leaving the sailors behind him, but still, the smell of fish and the words of the sailors stayed with him. He passed through an almost empty street lined by houses of various colors with one exception. A wooden cabin which looked as new as the day it was built, never ageing a day or losing a door or window, stood not too far off. He took the final steps to the door, ignoring the stares he could feel on his back. ‘The cabin’ from what he had heard through whispers from time to time, had contributed to folklore told by the people of Dragor. Apparently, a witch lived there and if you ever went in, you never came back out. Evander could understand why they would think so, seeing as the very cabin was a portal to Yorkshire and whoever came here never r
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Evander and Agrippa had spent hours talking about everything and anything. Deep in Evander’s mind, he knew he needed to head for the capital, but he just wasn’t ready to give way to the weight he carried around before coming to Agrippa’s store.“I’ve missed you and all but I know you aren’t here just for me. I wish it were that way but it is you after all. So what’s up? Why did you come back?” Agrippa questioned knowing whatever it was had to be very important if Evander felt the need to come back.Evander made a motion of protecting his heart as he let his laughter die out, remembering the very reason he was here. Just the thought of what this visit could mean was enough to kill what little flower of happiness had been brought back to life for a few seconds.Agrippa always the observant witch didn’t miss the change in his mood, especially with frown lines branding his otherwise handsome face. “I didn’t mean to pry, I’m sorry.” She immediately apologized feeling stupid for ruining the
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The walk down the straight path leading to Ametis, land of the time shifters, was a long one. It, however, gave Evander just the right amount of time to think of his next move. There was no way Agrippa would help him now. He remembered a witch Agrippa had been close to growing up. He couldn’t quite place a pin on her name but he knew the direction to her house like the back of his palm. He had dragged Agrippa from the very hut countless times when she would go to learn about potions and dusts despite being a traveler witch. He could almost laugh at the memory of a chubby kid pulling at his forearm to run back into the brightly painted hut. He could think of no one else he could call family that stuck by him through the trial and even after. He would apologize to Agrippa but he needed to do see Thomas first. He had to make sure the past century of his life had not been wasted serving a megalomaniac.He arrived at a second entrance that day. The entrance to his hometown, a land filled
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“Wha- how do you know that name? Who are you” Evander narrows the questions one after the other. First she knew him and now she knew what he was and possible what he might have done and he had no idea or rather he was sure he had never seen her before. She didn’t look like any of the witches brought to the castle so that couldn’t have been their meeting place either.“Doesn’t matter. You’d find out soon enough.” Andela repeated getting on the now elevated broom.“I can’t remember meeting you in the past. I would really love to know your name” but Andela was already gone before those words left his lips.He couldn’t believe it. He thought he would never hear those two endearments attached to his being again but there they were. Inescapable. He racked his brain for an image, something connected to the traveller witch but could not associate her with anyone from before. He struggled with buried memories even as he walked through the huge golden gates that served as the entrance to the ca
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“Ev? What are you doing here? I thought you’d be gone for a month?” Clara asked, her confusion plain as day. The blue vest Evander had on usually hugged his upper body so well, the craters created where two muscles met were usually visible through the thin fabric, but the day, he could barely fill in the shirt.“I couldn’t be away from you too long. It just didn’t sit well with me missing this.” He reassured, grinning for her benefit. He had missed Clara but if he was being honest, with the unsettled issue with Thomas, this was the best he could do.Clara, on the other hand, was elated and relieved, she couldn’t however shake the feeling that something was off with Evander.“Are you okay?” She blurted watching as his grin turned into a frown.“I don’t get you, what do you mean am I okay? I know I’ve been a bit distant and all but not bad enough for you to question my sanity Clara. I mean I’m here, ain’t I?!” Evander shot back, the frustration of the past months’ events finally taking
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