Another day without him. I miss him so much. Another city without him. I wish I died instead of him. ************************************ Nineteen-year-old, Jessica Mia Jones, has moved to a new town with her step-mother, after losing her father in an accident. All that Mia remembers is losing her father a few months ago. Nothing can go wrong in this new town, right? Mia is about to get more than she bargained for. Everything can go wrong. From finding out you're adopted to finding out your crush isn't completely human and she ain't either. But what is she?
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Two months ago, he died. It's been two months since I've slept peacefully. I see him when I close my eyes. My dreams have transformed into nightmares. He was the one who understood me. The one who was there for me. Now, he's gone. Who do I have left? Who do I matter too? I have nothing.
My stepmother and I recently moved to this new city. I'll be starting college today. It's been a hustle. Losing my father hasn't been the easiest to get used to.
~*~*~*~
I get dressed and go downstairs, into the kitchen.
"Morning, honey," I hear her say.
"Morning, mom," I replied to her. We're close. My biological mom left when I was young. My stepmom has been the only mom I've known.
"Are you ready for your first day of school?"
"Ugh, no, mom. Do I have to go?"
"Yes, sweetie. I'm not going to be here when you get back from school. I'm working late," she announces. Again like always.
"Okay, mom. See you whenever I do."
~*~*~*~
Once I was out of my car, everyone stopped and stared. I walk to the school door when I hear the whispers here and there. I feel like I'm walking into the lion's den. I step inside, hoping to find my way to the student's registration desk when I hit a wall. I'm about to hit the floor when I feel somebody catch me. When I look up I see the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen in my life. They're deep; it's like looking into the ocean. The man who's got them is hot. I don't realize how long I've been staring until I hear him clear his throat.
"Hmm, sorry," I mumble.
"No, it's okay. Next time, watch where you are going, cutie," he winks.
I feel myself blushing hot red. Surely, I must look like a tomato.
"Oh, um, hi. Would you be able to point me towards the registration desk?"
"Of course, my sister comes to this school. I can take you there. Let's go, he says.
On our way to the office, I feel like people are looking at me. When I look up some boys are looking at me like I'm their next meal. Thank God, not everyone is looking at me. I don't like to be the center of attention.
"Here we are, cutie pie."
Now, for sure, I look like a tomato.
"Thank you..."
"Damian Gray. Nice to meet you," he extends his hand to me. "You are?".
"Jessica Jones, nice to meet you," I replied.
"I will see you later, cutie," Damien says.
I made my way towards the desk.
"Hi, my name is Jessica Jones. I was hoping to get a new copy of my class schedule," I tell the lady at the desk."
"Yes, of course, do you have your student number?"
I hand over my student identification card with the information she'll need.
"Okay, I've found you," she says. She then hands me the paper she just printed with my schedule. "It looks like you were assigned someone to show you around. You can wait over there on those seats."
"Okay. Thank you so much," I replied.
I sit next to a girl with blue hair, blue cat glasses, and cute nails. I wait.
"Hey, what's your name?" I hear her ask me.
"Jessica Mia Jones. What's yours?"
"Antonella Gray. Nice to meet you. I think I've been assigned to be your tour guide today."
"Likewise," I smile at her. "Where do we start?"
Antonella stands from her seat. She extends her arms enthusiastically.
"Welcome to US University, Jessica Jones. You can call me Nella. I hope you've read the code of conduct. If not..." she leans in to whisper. "It'll be fine. I'll tell you about the most important points."
"Okay," I laugh. "In all honesty, I did not read it. I was busy moving to the city. Please call me Mia."
"No worries, girl. I've got you," she says. "Perhaps you can come to a party tonight. You'll meet some people since you're new to both the town and this college. It's a frat house party so don't set high expectations."
"I will pick you up at seven,'' she says. "You better be done by then."
I guess I have a new mother.
~*~*~*~
When I get home, I start working on my homework in my bedroom. It's five o'clock by the time I'm done with it. I have three hours to get dressed. I take a quick bath, then get dressed. I'm finished getting ready by six-thirty. I hurried downstairs to write a note to my mom letting her know that I went to a party. Twenty minutes later I hear the beep of a car horn. I hurry to get my bag and put on my shoes before heading out the door. When I get in the car, Nella introduces me to her brother who's none other than Damian Gray - the one who showed me to the registration desk - and her boyfriend, Mike.
The frat house is filled with people who've come to the party. Nella takes me straight to the drink bar. She asks for two beers.
"What do you want?" she asked me.
"I don't drink," I reply.
"Well, there's a first for everything" She winks.
She grabs the two beers that have been set on the island. She hands one to me.
"Cheers," she clicks her bottle to mine. She takes a sip from hers.
~*~*~*~
I don't know how much I've had to drink, but I feel fantastic.
"JESSICA!!!" He screeches.
"Why are you screaming, handsome?" I ask him.
"How much did you drink?" Damian asks, "I told you not to drink too much."
"But I didn't drink that much. I mean I can still count till 10" I said.
"Ok, then. Go ahead. I want to hear it," The handsome guy says.
Ok, here goes nothing. "1... 2... 4..."
"Nope, let's go. You're drunk," Damian says while he was picking me up.
"But the party...."
"You're drunk. I'm taking you home," He leaves no room for anything else.
They fell into darkness.The air tore at their lungs, thick and heavy, smelling of iron and old stone. The echo of their own screams trailed behind them, twisting into voices that were not theirs. Dust and shards tumbled past them in slow motion, suspended by some cruel gravity, and then everything slammed to a stop.Mia hit the ground hard, rolling instinctively to absorb the impact. Pain shot through her legs, but adrenaline carried her forward. Around her, the others were sprawled, coughing, groaning, and already gathering themselves. Damian helped Lysandra upright, checking her for injuries, while Kael’s eyes darted in every direction, blade drawn. Eryx groaned, trying to gather his sigil stones from the rubble. The Seer was already rising, staff in hand, eyes scanning the darkness.The chamber they landed in was unlike any they had seen. Black stone stretched upward, seemingly endless, pulsing faintly with violet light that ran through veins carved deep into the walls. Shadows mo
The chamber convulsed.The floor cracked like brittle glass, jagged lines racing out from the mirror-pool as if the stone itself rejected what had just been unleashed. White light still bled from Mia’s pendant, clashing with the black fire of her reflection’s crown, and the air between them warped—sound bending, vision trembling, and the boundary between what was real and what was reflection shattering by the heartbeat.Damian staggered but didn’t yield, raising his shield again even though it was already fractured. His double pressed harder, relentlessly, its blade shrieking against the metal as sparks rained. Blood ran down Damian’s forearm from a deep cut, soaking his sleeve, but he gritted his teeth and shoved forward, answering steel with steel.“Mia!” he roared, his voice hoarse with strain. “Don’t let her pull you under!”But his warning was nearly lost beneath the chaos.Lysandra’s firestorm whirled wild, torn between her will and her reflection’s. Her double laughed in the fl
The first clash came like the crack of thunder. Damian’s echo surged forward, steel drawn in a mirror’s shimmer, the blade gleaming with an otherworldly luster. It was his stance, his precision—yet warped. The reflection’s strikes carried a crueler, sharper rhythm, as if every flaw Damian had ever corrected in himself had been honed into a merciless advantage.Damian parried, sparks igniting as steel kissed steel. “Stand firm!” he barked, though his own breath came heavy, the weight of recognition burning behind his eyes. He was not simply fighting a foe—he was fighting the embodiment of every shadow of doubt he had buried beneath his vows.Lysandra’s echo erupted in a storm of flame, searing across the chamber. Her reflection’s fire wasn’t golden-red like hers—it burned a sickly, violet hue, twisting as though hungry to consume rather than protect. The real Lysandra raised her hands, meeting it with her own flare. Heat clashed against heat, the air shuddering under the pressure. For
The gash in the floor yawned wider with a groan, exhaling a wind that reeked of iron and ancient stone. The scent carried a bitter tang, like blood left too long on a blade. Below, a staircase spiraled into the abyss, its steps glowing faintly as though veins of light were stitched through the rock itself. It didn’t look carved so much as grown, a structure birthed from something living, now petrified into form.No one moved.Mia stared down into the darkness, her heartbeat quickening until it matched the unnatural rhythm pulsing from below. Each step seemed to hum like the throb of a buried heart. Her throat went dry. The pendant at her chest responded with an answering pulse, as if recognizing the place—long before she consciously did.Lysandra’s firelight wavered in her hands. “We shouldn’t go down there,” she whispered, her usual confidence fraying at the edges. The flames sputtered with her nerves, their reflections jumping across the black stone walls like frantic shadows. “What
The ruins breathed around them.Walls half-swallowed by roots leaned in close, as if the forest itself wanted to reclaim them. Symbols etched into cracked stone glowed faintly as the group passed, their light dimming and flaring in response to Mia’s pendant. Each step felt heavier, like they were not merely walking through stone halls but sinking into memory itself.“Don’t stray,” the Seer warned, her voice echoing unnaturally. “These passages are older than the pact. They were built to confuse intruders, to strip them of self.”The mist had followed them inside, pressing at their ankles, slithering up the walls like smoke that refused to dissipate. Every now and then, Mia thought she heard voices within it—half-familiar tones that tugged at her bones.Damian kept his shield raised, his other hand brushing her arm every few steps, grounding her. Kael prowled ahead like a predator, every muscle taut, blade ready. Lysandra’s fire lit their way, though the flame sputtered often, as if sm
The night stretched on, heavy with the weight of promises unspoken. No one slept, though they tried. The fire had burned down to glowing embers, but every flicker seemed to carry the echo of Mia’s words—Let her come.Damian sat apart from the others, sharpening his blade though it needed no honing. His eyes never left Mia, who leaned against a moss-slick boulder, her pendant dim now but still pulsing with the faint rhythm of a heartbeat not her own.“Every time it glows,” Lysandra whispered, crouched near the ashes, “I feel the queen’s shadow pushing against me. Like smoke seeping into cracks.”Kael grunted, his hand resting near the hilt of his sword. “You think you feel it? She’s inside her. If Mia falls, we all fall.”Mia’s eyes snapped open at that, the firelight catching in her irises. “Then I won’t fall.” Her voice carried a steel that silenced them. “But I need more than will. I need truth. No more fragments, no more riddles. If the queen’s end was rewritten, then someone alive
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