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“They’re scared of what they don’t understand.” “Which is me.” He didn’t deny it. I exhaled shakily. “What if they’re right?” He stepped closer, tilting my chin up. “They’re not. You’ve fought darkness before. You can fight this too.” I wanted to believe him. But deep down, I knew the darkness wasn’t something outside me anymore. It was inside.

As I read what was written in it my mind started spinning and darkness again took over me making me lose my balance. Pitch-black darkness completely took over me.

Nyra Darkness did not ask permission when it forced its way into my life. It didn’t knock, didn’t beg for entry. It needed no words, no promises. It simply pressed down on me — like the damp, cold mist that seeps through cracks in the stone. Like the bitterness that gathers over the years, silently suffocating every dream I ever dared to hold.

She walked away and carefully closed the door. Once again I was stunned and left in the middle of the darkness. Even the darkness itself is already a part of me and it was the only thing that could understand me back then. I was all alone. It hurts to think that no one understood the pain I felt before and I had no one to talk to. I just accepted the sad truth.

The darkness pressed in. Thick. Heavy. Alive. Lyla stood motionless, her breath steady despite the wrongness that wrapped around her like unseen chains. The voice inside her head was her own, but not hers echoed through the vast nothingness that surrounded her. "You do not understand what you have become." She clenched her fists, her claws flexing. She did not like being told what she did and did not understand. “I know exactly what I am.” The darkness shuddered.

“Understanding.” That didn’t make sense. “You don’t need me to understand anything,” I said. “You’re already controlling everything.” Silence. Then. “Not everything.” My grip tightened. That was new. That meant something. “What does that mean?” I asked. No answer. Instead. Another message. “Walk forward.” I looked up into the darkness. Forward? I couldn’t see anything. Not the table. Not the wall. Nothing. “You want me to walk blind?” I asked.

His room was completely encompassed by thick darkness. But that was exactly how he liked it. He liked being in the dark, because the tenebrosity was the only thing that could truly perceive him, the only thing that was parallel to him. He was no more than seven years old, but he already deeply understood the clandestine nature of the darkness.

His teeth bared slightly as the growl broke through it. “…is my queen.” Then the dark claimed him. Even that darkness was not empty. It closed over him like ash after fire, hot at first, then suffocating, carrying the last shape of her with it into the abyss—a descent neither heaven nor hell would soon forget.

And when that restraint broke, the world burned. She turned away. Inside her chest, admiration and unease tangled painfully together. She had seen his darkness. And part of her understood why he lived inside it.

"I can't do this. I'm only get like every other word. This is so convoluted." Remi squeezed my shoulder. "It's okay. Let's just try to put it into context based on what we know. You said "darkness" right? Well we definitely found some darkness yesterday. It sounds like a prediction that is warning that if the darkness interrupts this ritual, then the balance between light and dark will be tipped." I wrinkled my nose. "I guess. If you can even trust what I have translated." "I think you translation is fine. It's just not complete. Now the first one. It looks like you have to combine the fractured soul. That's something. We just need to figure out what she is trying to combine you with."