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The Shadow(1)

Author: Loria Malf
last update Huling Na-update: 2024-09-16 17:16:02

Seraphina's POV

The voice that reached my ears was laced with hesitation, confusion, and a faint plea for confirmation, as if it came from another world entirely. It was soft yet distant, echoing in the vastness of the shadowy space that had consumed us. The malicious gaze I had felt bearing down on me earlier—cold, oppressive, and suffocating—vanished suddenly. For a fleeting moment, I felt relief as the invisible strings that had bound my body, controlling me like a puppet, loosened. I could once again feel my own limbs, reclaiming the autonomy that had been momentarily lost.

I opened my mouth, intending to speak, to ask something—anything—but before I could get the words out, the dark figure before us shifted. Its form, cloaked in shadows, stretched out its hand towards me and Stephen once again. Instinctively, I braced myself for another attempt to seize us, my pulse quickening as the familiar sense of danger washed over me.

But this time, it didn’t come to strangle or harm us.

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