let me run away...
CeliaMy heart sank when he said that. By now, I was beginning to doubt if a way to break the curse really existed.It was getting annoying to get a ray of hope, only for it to be snatched back from you at the last moment.A soft breeze was flowing and I looked up to see the window pane moving due to the winds carrying the curtains inside.It would have been a pleasant night to gaze at the star studded sky with the moon shining brightly upon the trees, upon all of us.‘Why moon Goddess? Why would you make it so hard for us? Can you not see the efforts I am making? The pain we are going through?’I silently grumbled while staring at the moon. My mother used to say that the Goddess had a palace on the moon and observed all her subjects from above.I was fairly certain she was ignoring me.Jasper saw my sullen face and came forward to close the windows. Suddenly, the winds began to roar and I saw the sky darkening.The stars were soon shadowed by dark clouds and winds began to howl. The
CeliaXenos studied the dark book of magic for a long time, flipping through the pages while we watched him in silence.The pages looked paper thin as if held together just by a spiderweb thread that would crumble at any instance.When I could not bear the silence anymore, I finally asked.“Can you still use it to get to the altar of light? Altar of shadows?”Xenos did not answer immediately as he kept reading through the pages intently. I thought he had not even heard me so I decided to open my mouth again but he added,“The pages of the book have worn out a little. But as I predicted the dark witch wanted to have a way to get to the altar. So yes, it might work.”Hope filled my heart when he said that but Jasper’s fingers closed around mine.“But you have to know that this is dark magic…corrupted and vile. The shadows would trick you, they would make you see things, and experience pain and sorrow at the extreme. They would test your resolve. And it might….”He trailed off as his gaz
CeliaMy heart pounded in my chest as I took that fateful step into the swirling vortex of darkness. One moment I was standing beside Jasper and the other I was being sucked into a never ending pit.My heart raced, and I felt like I was being sucked into a nightmare. The world around me twisted and contorted, and I was enveloped in an overwhelming sense of foreboding. The very air felt heavy with an oppressive darkness that seemed to seep into my very soul. I could not understand what was happening or how to fight the sudden claustrophobic sensation engulfing me.I could not find ground to put my feet on. Everything around me was moving at a dizzying speed and all I could see was blurred images of something around me.Was it trees? The library walls?It was hard to make sense of it and the effort made my head ache.Hence, I shut my eyes tightly, and pulled my hands closer to my chest, trying to curve into a ball in an attempt to escape the suffocating grip of this place. It felt like
Celia I looked up so fast that I thought I had almost snapped my neck. The voice sounded raspy and rough. I tensed and looked around, fearing the shadows were again after me. However, I could not find anyone. Had I imagined it? I began questioning myself and clutched my chest nervously. “W-who is there?” I asked, but was met with silence. The shadows kept swirling around the huge black pillar and cast an ominous eerie gloom on my already petrified heart. I looked back at the portal and was relieved that it was still there. But all of them were still staring at me in anticipation. Had they heard the voice too? “Jasper, did you hear the voice?” “Maybe he didn’t” Rain spoke in my head and I was so startled that I doubled back. My wolf had gone eerily silent and was simply observing the things. I looked nervously through the portal but slowly some of the shadows stopped circling the huge pillar. They began drifting towards the portal, slowly blocking my view of Jasper and the
CeliaI was not sure how long I lay on the ground but I had passed out. When I woke up, I expected to see was surrounded by a familiar place, a place too familiar.One I hadn’t seen in years.I was in my childhood home. My mother was in the kitchen, the windows thrown open and soft sunlight peeking through it.Something was sizzling hot on the pan mom had just placed on the stove. And behind her was a big table where a little girl and a toddler was seated.The little girl was playing with the toddler, waving a soft toy in front of him and they were giggling together.“Ma” I cried out upon seeing the face of my mother after all this time. They were all so happy, so content with their lives.But when I tried to reach for them, my hands went through empty air, right through them.That was when I realized I was watching a memory-my memories of my family from childhood.Tears stung at the back of my eyes when I saw the happy family, my family.My mother was making pancakes while me and Lia
CeliaIsadora’s voice reached my ears, stroking my fury, my pain.I had gone limp as a vegetable, staring at the shadows without a reaction or a sound. I had relived my worst memory…or so I thought.“Do you think you are doing a good job by saving them?”Isadora asked. She was standing quite far from me but then she came near me in an instant, as if she had teleported herself from her previous spot to be in front of me in the blink of an eye.Up close, she looked even more hideous.The pale skin had turned ashy and the black veins were throbbing over her face, neck…every exposed inch of skin that was visible to my eyes.I should have shrieked, I should have cried in horror to see those veins bubble under her skin like a vicious serpent…or several worms.“Oh now you just made it boring,” She said when I did not react or make a sound.“I have been tied here for years, waiting for someone to show up, hoping to find someone who would be brave enough….and who did I meet? A pathetic, weak w
CeliaThe words of their message changed but my family asked me to do just one thing- to not associate myself with the race that had caused us so much pain.Then the voices stopped just as abruptly as they had begun. I had shut my eyes tightly when I could not bear it anymore but now that they were suddenly gone, I slowly opened my eyes again.My mother, Liam and father was gone. Only the shadows and the dark witch, Isadora remained.Isadora, the woman, I had stayed with in Ivan’s castle. She had been Ivan’s right hand and always stayed by him through all our interactions. She had been there when there was an attack on the castle, and also when the new fletchings rose.But how?Isadora was the dark witch? She had been hiding in plain eyesight all these years? My brain was reeling due to the avalanche of thoughts it was trying to process.“You…you are…” I tried to speak but the voices of my family were too apparent in my head.“Yes. Me. After all this time. Fooled all of you, didn’t I
Celia“Yes, second chance. First was when I tried to kill your beloved lycan but his father and Xenos got in the way, foiling my plans. I, a high witch, had to take the help of a filthy vampire named Ivan to stay alive. I had to see you and Jasper laugh, and have fun when my child died…he…he still would have been alive. He would have been your age. But no, they killed him.”She said clutching her ashen hand to her chest. My gaze went to her hand and I realized it was shaking a little.Either she was feeling too emotional or too weak. The veins in her hands still looked jet black but it felt like something was bubbling inside of them again.I tried not to flinch at that grotesque sight. “But were you not supposed to be Ivan’s subordinate? How could you attack him and his people?”Isadora looked up at me with her eyes gleaming maniacally. It looked like she had lost her rationality long ago.She tilted her head again and I heard a few more bones creak.“Dark magic. It gave me everythin