Novel & Cerita Where My Heart Was Hidden

"Give me his power!" I looked ahead of me again and there, in the distance, was a blood red door with a golden door handle. As I reached it with amazing speed, I opened it and jumped in, closing it just as the ghostly woman was just about to reach me. Pretty much gasping for air, I turned and leaned against the door, I closed my eyes, feeling my heart beating a million miles a second. I almost felt as if it was going to burst out of my chest, so I placed a hand over my heart as if doing that would stop it.

Her hands trembled as she turned the doorknob and saw that it was unlocked. She didn't want them to know she was there. With a gentle push, she created a tiny gap in the door, allowing herself to glance inside the room undetected. But how could she be detected when they were so engrossed in each other? The sight of their entwined bodies was a dagger to her heart, a painful betrayal that left her gasping for breath. She moved back swiftly, shock and horror evident in her eyes as she struggled to process the devastating scene. The image of them seared itself in her brain, one that she would never forget.

THE three disappeared from the hospital and emerged to the Altierra’s farm in Caramoan. Kharyn held the key—a medium-sized gold triangle with inscriptions written in the faerie alphabet. She chanted the spell and motioned the key in her hand. Suddenly, a blinding light appeared and formed a magic circle, and they got in.

"Thank you." The shadow in my chest pulsed—steady and strong. It had grown since I embraced it, since I accepted it. It was no longer a whisper. It was a voice, a presence, a part of me. The darkness no longer felt like a weight—it felt like a second heartbeat, a constant companion that had always been there, waiting for me to accept it. The Heart of the Moon. I pressed my hand against my chest. "You know where it is?" I know where it was hidden.

My life has changed forever by the dark secrets it contained. My heart was pounding as I took one last look at the door, making sure Tariq hadn’t come back. Clutching the diary tightly to my chest, I walked to the closet. My fingers fumbled with the shelf as I pulled it free, revealing the dark passage that led to the hidden room. The air felt heavier here. It was thick with secrets and memories that whispered in the shadows.

Confirmations of their suspicions. My secret, the one I’d buried so deep, was about to rise with the moon. I wanted to vanish. Run. Run. Suddenly, a memory struck me, so vivid it was like I’d stepped into it. Hyde's words to me that night. “This place,” he’d said, “no one comes here but me. It’s quiet and safe, you're officially the second person that knows about it.” The stream. The little hidden place just beyond the ridge, tucked behind the brambles and the stones shaped like crescent moons. No one else knew about it.

It was as though a hidden door within my heart swung open, revealing a truth I hadn't dared to acknowledge even to myself. A soft tremor coursed through my being, an undeniable recognition that the words I had spoken held a depth beyond mere friendship. How had I not seen it before? How had my heart whispered its secrets without my conscious consent? "I..." I began, my voice a fragile thread in the silence that enveloped us.

"This is where the Heart of the Haven belongs." "But where is the Heart?" I wondered aloud, scanning the cavern for clues. As if in response, a gentle breeze wafted through the cavern, carrying with it a familiar tune — the Song of the Haven. But this time, it was accompanied by a voice, soft and melodic. *"In shadows and light, the Heart remains hidden,* *Seek it with pure intent, lest you be forbidden."* The voice seemed to emanate from the very walls of the cavern. "Who are you?" I called out, trying to pinpoint its origin.

I held the paper tighter, my heart pounding in my chest. It was real. Not just something hidden in pages. It had found me.

Pain twisted in my chest, and I felt the pain on the back of my neck raise as if there were unseen eyes on me, watching me. But when the lightning passed and darkness blanketed the cemetery again, that face vanished. The rain was too thick, like a wall of water and I couldn't see the back of the crowd anymore. My heart had fluttered back to life briefly in that instant. Just the thought of him alone warned me some secret, hidden part of me I had buried away. The part of me that yearned, that loved.