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What They Want Me to Be

Author: Loria Malf
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-06 20:37:58

Seraphina’s POV

The second time I woke from the dream, I didn’t scream.

Not like the first time.

This time, I just sat up—slowly, quietly. Like surfacing from deep water. Like something heavier than breath had been holding me down, and now it was gone.

My throat was dry. My sheets were soaked. But my hands weren’t shaking, and my breath came steady, if shallow.

That, I supposed, was progress.

I didn’t linger in the feeling.

I didn’t try to chase it away or drag it back for interpretation. I didn’t reach for symbolism or start crafting journal entries in my head. There were too many things to do—too many problems stacking up like brittle books on an unstable shelf.

And some things, no matter how strange or disturbing, had to wait their turn.

Professor Dryden had agreed to help me.

But not in the way most students at Loisgae would expect.

He wasn’t going to walk me through dark ruins or hand me an enchanted key wrapped in black silk. He wasn’t going to slip me ancient tomes under the ta
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