The morning came. I felt that the level of stress kept growing within me. I didn't want to show Samil how restless I was, so I put the warmest possible smile on my face and used it as a cover for all my fears. Unlike me, he seemed to be confident and focused. He grabbed my hand while we were walking inside the Sirio Corporation's grand conference room. “Relax. I believe you can do it. We will win this war together,” he smiled and kissed my forehead. As soon as we passed the threshold, the board members surrounded us. They wanted to find out who I was, and what qualifications I had to sit among them. Samil introduced me. His introduction was shamelessly full of praise, but denying any of his words would make me rather suicidal. Not that it mattered how creative a scriptwriter I was. The key argument that made those other board members accept my presence without further questions was the amount of money my show made compared to the money spent on its budget… “Y

The security guards surrounded Victor Artois. It took him quite a while to process what had exactly happened. As soon as the rationality hit his brain, he panicked completely. He started yelling, cursing at me and Samil, struggling with the guards to let him go. He looked like a vicious, wild animal that had been captured and led to the cage. The other members of the board came out to the corridor to watch how the security restrained Victor in order to hand him to the police officers. "I will kill you! You are a witch! I will have you burnt at the stake! I will take your eyes out, torment you and I will have you burnt, you damn bitch!" Artois kept bellowing while being taken by the guards. Samil held me tight in his embrace, and even tried covering my ears so that I wouldn't hear Victor's cursing. The other members of the board stood in absolute shock and terror, although I was almost certain that none of them was a saint either. Samil stroked my back, whispe

Samil took me to the hospital and stayed by my side the whole night. Certainly, Samil insisted that I would rest, but I refused to go home. I wanted to stay next to Grandma until she woke up. He surrendered to my decision, but didn't want to leave me alone, not even for a second. He was my rock. Only thanks to him I found a strength within me and didn't collapse. I was terrified of what might come next. I was terrified that I could lose anyone else.It was 3 AM, and I couldn't sleep. Samil went down to get us something warm to eat since we hadn't eaten since we went to the meeting of the board. I sat by Grandma's bed and held her hand. She looked like she was sleeping peacefully. Her heartbeat was stable. I hoped that she would wake up soon, but at the same time I didn't know how to tell her about Kira. I knew that she would be devastated when she heard about her death."I'm sorry, Granny… I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you and Aunt Kira like I should," I wep

I was glad to hear that she agreed, but I had a feeling that this cooperation wouldn't be too easy. She was the one who taught me the basics of magic. She taught me about control and using my power. She had more knowledge about what I was capable of than I did. Yet, I thought it would be wiser not to mention that I had absorbed the demonic power from the seal, especially since I had no idea how my limits expended after adding this power to the magic I had possessed before."So… do you know what I should do to set you free from this prison?" I asked, awkwardly smiling."Yes… but breaking this spell will take some time," she replied, sighing."What do you mean?" I instantly became nervous, since time was the one thing that I didn't have."You need to read the hidden inscription written on the door outside of the theatre. When you do, the barrier placed around the theatre will start to disappear. I cannot be certain how long it will take before

The anxiety filled me from head to toes. I had never tried casting a spell on an animal, much less a spell which I described in my mind alone. Although I could feel my magic flowing, and I thought that I was actually communicating with that raven, I had no chance to confirm if it obeyed me. It was hard to acknowledge that the lives of my loved ones depended on whether I was able to put a spell on that bird properly. Even thinking about it sounded absurd. But I ran out of options. I had to rely on something ludicrous. Of course, I was certain that if my bizarre plan worked, Mr. Hitchcock would appreciate it… I believed that Samil would soon discover that I was kidnapped, but it wouldn't change the fact that there were still snipers around the Sirio Corporation building, aiming at him. I also knew that, since Samil hadn't had much time managing the company recently, he might as well have spent the whole night in that conference room, discussing the urgent issues with Mr. Romer