Romans & histoires The Illusion

Jane smiled, snapping her fingers. “Yes, Maya. He projected his dreams at her, but it wasn’t a dream; it was just an illusion. He made her think you would harm her mate, which is why she came at you with so much rage. And he also projects his dreams to Odin’s when he wanted to locate him. Those are qualities of illusion. When he learns it well, he can use it to his advantage,” she said, smiling. We all look at her, wondering. “For you to know, this can only mean you’ve been keeping tabs on us even before getting here,” I said. She went quiet, looking at us.

How about setting that date for tonight after class," he said, his voice low and seductive. I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my stomach at the thought of spending more time with him. "I can't wait," I replied, smiling. His eyes lit up. I could see the kaleidoscope of colors peeking through his illusion. I glanced around nervously. "I can see your eyes. Your illusion is wearing thin…" He smirked. "It's not. You're using your magic to see through it." I frowned. "I didn't use a spell…" "The illusion is only meant to fool people without supernatural senses, Lucy. You're engaging your magic to see naturally, and that's amazing."

But desperate times… they demand desperate choices. Illusion weaving was a dangerous art, even among our kind. Most had forgotten it even existed. A rare bloodline gift, passed down through the women of my mother’s side. They called it shadow-seeing. Dream-twisting. Mind fogging. To bend thoughts was not to control them. That was the mistake many made. True illusion wasn’t about making someone see a monster. It was about making them question whether the monster had been there all along. I waited until late at night. The pack house was quiet, cloaked in the calm after evening patrols.

I asked. At once, he declined with an excuse, saying that he was shy. My lips twitched into a sneer as I observed his response. "You're probably shy because of the marks left by your ex-girlfriend, who you've been longing for two years after sleeping with her. Am I right?" Seeing that I exposed his lie, he became furious and condemned me for slandering him. However, I paid no attention to his fury and kept pushing him to remove his shirt if he wanted me to believe he was telling the truth. Eventually, he didn't dare to do as I said and bolted.

That was impossible, it must be a very powerful illusion. I stood up and struck my staff on the ground. This shook the room and the illusion failed. Then I saw the true form of the chambers where we sat. It was darker than it was, there were a lot of pictures plastered on the wall. Some were frames, some pinned, some hanging, some floating by magic and they were all pictures of the Kylian and Cillian. Right from their childhood till last week, a very large sea of memories. It was totally abnormal. The illusion spell was so strong that I didn't notice it at all. That was scary, to encounter magic that I couldn't sense right away.

There were none. “There’s nothing I can’t see.” The woman pressed her glowing palm to Freya’s chest, making her scream. “You will forget everything, an imposter. If you speak of anything that happened in this realm, you will die before the words leave your mouth.” A silent scream parted her lips as she fell into the abyss of darkness.

Now, I already knew the answer coming from his riddle. “SPECIEM TIMORIS (Fear is an illusion)” These are the last words I heard from my younger sister before she died. That horrible day I swore to myself I hated God for all my life and I will never go back to his path. He never answered my prayers and yet he allowed my sister to die at a very young age. But now, things changed. I already knew the answer and it is much more horrible than I expected. I have been fooled for so many years ago and I’m ashamed for what I’ve done.

A realization suddenly struck her in the heart, and she couldn't help trembling in fear. 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨! 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮! “Have you guys heared about circular movement?” She asked, not wanting to alarm whatever's controling them right now. It was obvious that something is using visual illusion to make them think they're moving away from here in constant speed—but the truth is, they're just moving in circles.

I asked after thinking for some seconds. The eunuch shook his head in agreement. "Illusion is the only option that can help us but it is not black magic." He muttered. I have gave the option a second thought in my head— Illusion. It seems like a perfect way to be present at the kingdom and be able to save my mate.

I demanded. She hedged, then spoke in a low voice. "There's a spell I know. It creates a false threat-a creature, a situation, something that appears real but isn't. It would keep him and the pack busy, but it takes a great deal of energy, and if someone figures out it is an illusion..." She stopped talking when she saw the expression on my face.