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“If you can survive and overcome your fear then you win and I lose. You can defeat me and walk away. But if your fear defeats you…………… “What happened????????” Stefanie asks. “I feed in you and I’ll collect your soul. Your mind will be paralyzed just like you are dead and you can’t go back.” His voice became the rules. Silence echoed the whole room. The fear creeps up in my head down in my body. This is the final verdict of our lives and we have a choice to live with it. So far no one had ever backed out of a dare. I didn’t want to be the first one to do so.

Even Jace looked serious for once. I took my seat and folded my hands on my lap, trying to appear calm. But inside, my mind was still spinning—about the missing book, about what Winter said, about the way Fenrir’s words from earlier kept echoing in my head. Use your fear to survive. Fear. It had been my silent companion these past few days.

At the day of the incident... PART TWO 05:30 am Emma's POV Fear. Fear is shackles, it is a knife in the gut slowly twisted, it is a constant hammer on the head. Yet fear is also just an illusion, but not an amusing one brought about by a conjuring trick. It's like the ghosts of a child's nightmare - a fragment of our own imagination. A lie. Whenever fear and I crossed paths, I walked with confidence right past it. For years and years, I didn't feel it because I believed that there is nothing to fear but fear itself.

I give a half-smile. - But I've always preferred fear. Fear is a natural reflex in people, a primitive instinct that governs their actions. It infiltrates the mind, sculpting thoughts, defining choices and limiting daring. It is fear that sustains order, teaches caution and commands respect. It not only marks the past with scars of mistakes avoided or faced, but also casts shadows over the future, guiding every step with uncertainty and fear. In the end, everyone is a prisoner of fear, even those who pretend to ignore it.

It was Damien’s workspace when he was deep in Verdant logistics, but they shared it now—the territorial boundaries of their lives having long since dissolved. She opened her laptop. The blank document stared back, the cursor blinking with rhythmic, demanding persistence. That fear is your first page. Start there. She leaned back, letting her mind sit with the weight of her terror. It was the absolute permanence of it. She was terrified of this book existing in the world without her there to curate the reaction. She was terrified of strangers reading about the pharmacy floor in three hundred pages of agonizing detail rather than a polished, twenty-two-minute keynote.

“I survived despite fear. That’s different. The fear is still there. I just learned to function around it.” “Teach me.” “It’s not something you teach. It’s something you practice. You wake up scared. You exist anyway. You go to sleep scared. You wake up again. Eventually existing becomes habit strong enough that fear can’t stop it.” The white Source considered this. Looked at the light in its hand. At the fallen thing. At Lena and Finn and Ash standing witness to its terror. “I will try. But I make no promises. Fear is very loud inside me. Louder than everything else.”

With a thrill of pure joy, she realized that it was the last of her fear finally and fully leaving her body. She also really understood for the first time just how completely Brian had made her so goddamn afraid of everything, everyone, every situation. And for that reason, she’d been afraid of life. Of living. Brian had planted the fear so deep and so well, that she hadn’t even noticed the dead, frozen weight that she carried around in her chest every single day. She’d gotten so used to living with it, it had become her normal and she’d simply carried on with things, even as she’d been mostly-dead.

Célia Fear finally arrives. A white, pure fear. Primordial. It nails me in place, near the door. My back seeks the solid wood, an illusion of protection. He stands. The screech of the chair is a scream in the silence. He walks around the desk. His movements have a terrible fluidity, a predator's. There is no more thought in his eyes. Only a bare, burning intent. My mind screams "flee" but my body is stone. I back up until I feel the solid spines of the books against my shoulder blades. A wall. No escape.

I couldn't stop any further as the mesmerizing sight before me made me feel a bit disoriented. Fear and dread consumed me as I froze in my spot, I started taking a step backward when my eyes caught in a book amongst the shelves. My father had a similar book in his library I stepped towards the shelf on the right-hand side of the room where the book had been kept. A lot of questions scanned through my mind which I knew I would never have an answer to. Panic surged through me as I realized the dire situation I was in. With my trembling hands, I yanked the book from the shelf. I flipped through the book but not a single word was written in it.

Tess I find many things in this world scary: walking to the bathroom late at night when you don’t have a nightlight on, fake friends, the members of the Safir pack, and last, and probably my biggest fear, is the thought of spending eternity alone. Sue me for thinking that’s a terrible fate, but that is how I feel without lying to myself.