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Heath sat at his desk thoughtfully. He rotated his chair to face the wall behind him. Pushing the red button on the remote control in his left hand, he turned on the fifty- two inch, flat screen monitor, which hung on the wall behind him. It quickly went through it's voice guided starting options. He chose the source button on the thin black remote. "Source selection Open HDMI1-MHL," echoed through the large open space. "Source selection close HDMI1-MHL," the electronic voice announced. Suddenly, Faidh's sleeping image appeared on the screen. The blank expression on Heath's face quickly changed to tenderness. This WAS his Eve. She just HAD to be!

I declared, determination filling my voice. My uncle smiled, his expression proud. “Then let’s get to it,” he replied, clapping me on the back. “Welcome to Windamere Academy, Evie. Your adventure is just beginning.” As we walked deeper into the heart of the academy, I felt a surge of excitement coursing through me. I was ready to embrace this new world, to learn about my own abilities, and to discover where I truly fit among the dragons, vampires, sirens, and wolves of Windamere. With my legacy as a guide, I was prepared to carve my own path as an Intellect, just like my parents before me.

Now on the edge of the main shopping district, this part of Sable seemed to have been caught in a time warp, windows barred, paint peeling. But, up ahead, like a little beacon of joy in a storm, sat a neon-pink storefront. The sign read "Evie's", with a massively coiffed woman in pinup pose reclining against the name. As I drew closer, I noticed the sign. Another help wanted, but this one hand-drawn with a pair of lips in one corner and, to my surprise, a cute little pentagram in the other. Could a witch own this place? No way. Mom would know if another coven lived in this region.

“We’re inside a quantum-stasis loop. We can get out, but we’ll need an anchor point outside of your mind, Evryn.” Her heart thudded. An anchor? “There’s... something,” she said slowly, standing. She turned to the largest tree on the hill. It was bent slightly, its bark silver-etched, its roots spread like arteries down the slope. And carved in its trunk, weathered by time, were three letters: E.V.E. Elara froze. “You carved that?” Evryn nodded, barely breathing. “When I was five. Before they took me.” Kai stepped up. “Then this is your anchor.”

Maybe if he had been more than a coward then the outcome will be a bit different. He was going to just remain by her side as a friend and watch out for her. Maybe this wasn’t meant to be. He was happy to see that she was happy and doing okay. After the last class for the day the students were cheering happily and they all left the classroom with their satchels. Evie was seventeen and came from a middle-class family, both of her parents were primary school teachers and very loving and caring. Evie was the second child and the only girl in the family.

"All because you wanted to visit your little friend Evie." "Eva," I say flatly. "Her name was Eve." Another patch of bumpy ground rocks the vehicle and pushes the pistol pointed at my belly. "Whatever," says Lucian. "Just take a look at the bottom of the screen." But I've seen it. A small label that doesn't particularly stand out from the other data. Pregnant.

My heart stopped when I heard Ian’s voice, faint but clear. “Hello?” “Talk to him,” Noah ordered with his eyes, shoving the phone toward me. I shook my head. “One… two… three—” “Hello, it’s Eve,” I blurted before he could finish. “Oh! Yeah, what’s up?” Ian’s voice was casual, almost lazy, like none of this mattered. I couldn’t answer. My lips refused to move. “Son of a bitch,” Noah growled into the phone, “you’re a bastard.”

Pots and dishes shattered into pieces, and chairs and tables were overturned, leaving the place in complete disarray. Mayor Kingsley’s eyes were wide with anger, his voice full of menace. “Frank, you’d better give me an explanation. My son’s death won’t go unanswered!” Dad collapsed to his knees, trembling as he repeatedly bowed, his forehead quickly turning red and swollen. “Mayor Kingsley, it was that wretched Eve who caused all this. She’s already dead. I even fed her body to the pigs. Please, have mercy on me.” Mayor Kingsley sneered. “And you think that’s enough?”

But that was impossible. It was nothing but a deception that she wished was true. She laughed at herself self-deprecatingly. At that moment, she spotted Ethan's car driving over. Like a loose kite, Jazzie ran toward her at full speed. "Evie, I'm here to see my godson!" Stopping in front of Evelyn, Jazzie gave her a colorful stick of cotton candy. Smiling, she continued, "While your husband isn't at home, you should have some, but not too much. It wouldn't be good for my godson's development."

There were ducks swimming on the lake while pigeons were on the ground pecking on the concrete floor looking for food i guess. I sat on a bench and leaned on the back rest. That guy has been following me for a week now, he introduced himself as Shan Zhao and that he was working for the imperial family. I almost laughed when i heard that, but he told me he was serious. I tried to be serious too and decided to listen to whatever he has to say which i shouldn't have done, what he said next was what made me laugh, rolling on the ground. "You are the descendant of the great Emperor. And the imperial family needs you. " He said.