The Following Night:
I gaze at Celestara’s grandeur. Dreams embrace reality. Gothic spires impale night’s heart. Lanterns burn below, mocking rest. Celestara praises twilight. Night claims my sanity. His agony carves new scars. Pain vertebrates bone and blood. Shadow swallows his face. Starlight bleeds into my cousins’ eyes. Night strips pretense bare. Jolt’s fingers snap, shattering silence, crafting charms for the next skirt. Lumia’s blade drinks moonlight, hungry for dawn.
“Dreams feast long enough.’ Blood-thirst colors Lumia’s voice. Her fingers brand my shoulder. ‘Time to act.’ ‘Divinity a blessing or curse, you’re the latter, cousin.’ Ice coats Jolt’s words. ‘Mystery or destruction - both paths have a cost.’ Lumia’s eyes gleam for risk and reward. Our legacy carves wounds. Duty calls. ‘Secrets kill slow.’ Frost edges Jolt’s smile. ‘Answers are beyond the castle.’ Lumia paces the room. Their adventurousness feeds mine.
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Thick as thieves we are. ‘I prefer wine over blood,’ he jests. ‘We’re sisters. We’ll conquer the world,’ she says. Their words warm me. ‘Crystal Lake devours truth.’ Lumia’s voice cuts night. ‘Pain demands recourse.’ Jolt’s words a promise. ‘Paid by charm or force.’ The lake feasts on memories. Ashes entomb secrets. Dreams drain sanity. Chains bind me to a damned boy. We’ll be freed. I’m coming. I swear it.
If faced with a tough choice, which path would you take?
