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"Cassian," I called out in a shaky and hesitant voice. For a second I forgot where I was. My mind went blank and my knees touched the ground, I didn't care that the rocks jabbed at my skin. I couldn't feel him. "Cassian," I called out meekly, slowly wrapping my arms around my chest as it began to feel hollow. I felt empty. A tear fell onto the dry land. I couldn't feel him. I can't feel him. My heart was pounding in my chest. My soul felt as if it was being ripped to pieces. Everything was in pain but I couldn't tell what organ within my body was injured. I gasped struggling to breathe. I couldn't feel him. Why couldn't I feel him? 'Cassian,' I felt my hope slowly leaving me. Why wasn't he answering? He had to answer me. "Cassian!" I yelled with all the energy, will and hope left in my body. I squeezed my eyes shut as I awaited his response but there was just silence. For the first time in my life, I dreaded the thing that I had once found ple
"You heard its thoughts?" I nodded my head, returning my gaze to the moonless sky. I felt as if time was running out. My hands refused to remain still and the hollow in my chest seemed to be growing. I released a shaking breath, getting off the bed. I walked towards the window and stared blankly outside. "Could it be that your abilities are growing? You are a rare combination of darkling and mage. There are many secrets surrounding the darklings, given that they are so few in number and mostly keep to themselves. I had heard rumours once of them being from an entirely different world," Kylen said very fascinated. "We are currently in a different world, why can't they also be from another," I replied softly, losing interest very quickly in the conversation. I couldn't shake the feeling in my stomach and the emptiness in my chest. I should have fought harder. If I hadn't given up so quickly, I could have tried one more time to get rid of them but I was…afraid. I feared what I was
Kylen was sitting slouched in the couch, his back almost parallel with the armchair and his shoulders and head pressed in the cushion that he should have been leaning against. His right knee jerked up and down as if it was seizing. I watched him sceptically, taking a sip of the tea that Vanessa had provided. In his hand was the phone that he hesitated to call his wife on. Was she really this bad? "Hmm, this is somewhat beneath you," I said to him softly, glancing over his weird position once more and yet on so many occasions, I was the childish one. "No," Kylen said, surprisingly disagreeing as he placed his hand over his face. I glanced towards Vanessa, who was stating towards the floor, deep in thought. She felt my gaze and flashed me a small smile. She turned towards Kylen and scratched at the back of her neck. "Taiti, why don't you give me a minute to talk to Kyle alone," she said with her fake reassuring smile while rubbing at her arm. What was she hiding? I hummed,
Kylen wasn't talking to me. He would mutter softly to himself rather than talking to me. He was restless and so was I. I couldn't sit still or comfortably, my body wouldn't stop trembling and sometimes my heart would skip a dramatic beat when I wasn't startled or scared. I needed to see him, this distance was doing neither of us any good. I felt as if I was losing my mind. A cold hand touched mine, I flinched against the touch but hesitated to pull my hand back since it was Kylen. He held my trembling hand up towards his face. A deep frown changed his features causing a wrinkle between his brows. "He is in pain," he said slowly. I tugged my hand from his grasps and stuffed it into the jumper that I was wearing. "When am I going back to Elverton," I asked, impatience nipping at the back of my head. I needed to see him. Kylen stared at me for a while. I turned and met his stare. He sighed and shook his head, walking towards the living room. "As soon as the director calls," h
Sleep was damn near impossible and the lack of it left me agitated and very cranky. Vanessa had come to pick me up the next morning and drove me back to the Academy. Kylen's new home was a dwarfed version of his old one. It was about half a mile away from the city and a lot further from the academy. It took us about an hour to exit the city's morning traffic and 15 minutes to get to the Academy gates. It was another long wait for them to let me in and then personally escort me to the directors building. Then there was the even longer wait for him to come forth and judge thee. Simply to put it, being within the academy's walls did not set my frazzled nerves at ease. My impatience and frustration was slowly feeding my anger. Yet even that I could not do. I wasn't allowed to be angry because then they would see me as a threat and eliminate me. As if I wasn't going through enough already, maybe they'd be doing me a favour. Putting me out of my misery, allowing me to rest somewhat p
Chaos descended. Whispers and rushed voices filled the large hall. I glanced towards the disappointed look on the director's face and shrug, maybe I was my father's daughter. He'd be so proud of the chaotic scene before me that is if he wasn't always busy trying to kill me all the time. "See, father! I told you she was a witch," Dalia yelled, pointing an accusing finger towards me. "Quiet child," her father snapped. He was a bald bulky man that looked nothing like her. He sat in the first row along with the others that whispered to themselves about me. "What did you say your name was again, girl," the brutish man asked in a harsh tone. Hmm, no wonder his daughter was so twisted. "Taiti Malcolm," I drawled out slowly, stuffing my hands into my pockets. "That is her mothers maiden name," the director chipped in. I raised my chin. What did that have to do with anything? Taiti Malcolm was the name on my birth certificate and every other official do
I had contemplated pushing her dramatically through the window and waving with those twinkling fingers as I watched her fall but my narcissist was short lived when I remembered that she could indeed fly. Her fear most definitely fueled her anger. One minute she was looking at me as if I had become this unimaginable horrific creature and the next second she was yelling insults, profanities and just being a bitch. "I am not afraid of you. I know what you are soon everyone else will see that you're just a manipulative slut witch who was sent here to stop Cassian from ascending into his primal form because you know the wolves will all become stronger," she said fiercely. I watched her feet as she took a step closer. I cleared my throat as a searing ache went through my head carrying with it a deafening ringing. "I don't know what you're talking about." My voice had returned to normal. The ringing subsided but the pain still stayed. Ugh, I needed to see him. "You
I wish that things could go back to how they used to be. It wasn't great but at least Silas wouldn't be avoiding my eyes or speaking to me. I didn't want to lose him and yet he was slipping away. "He's no longer at the infirmary. He's at his room in the sapphire house but at the present all the houses are feuding," he said, searching for something in the draws of the table in the centre of the room. "Over what," I asked, folding my arms with a frown. Silas paused his search to give me a hard narrow stare. I was caught off guard by it. I didn't expect any form of hostility from him. I unfolded my arms and shuffled backwards. He sighed, noticing my movement. "There were alot of people looking forward to the moon ball and now it might get cancelled. The guards still haven't figured out how the hounds got it," he explained, resuming his search. "I'm sorry." "Stop apologising, none of this was your fault. Some people just don't know how to give up," he said softly, standing to h
He will kill you…where Xerxes last words to me before he fell into a deep sleep. His skull had been cracked sending a jolt through his entire body and then his feeling faded. Touch. My heart had broken along with his mind. I was so close and yet I stood at the back of the line. My promise had shattered to the floor with my hope. A hope that my life would be a fairytale. I hells happily ever after in my hand for the first time and then it let go. I thought that I had hated him but how could you shed tears for someone who you hated. Feeling. I felt them falling down my cheek but I didn't want them to fall, that would admit that I had lost. That would presumed that I love. Did I love him? I was willing. What should I do now? Hate or grieve. Claw. He said he attacked. He was hurting me. I felt it but this pain that I felt now hurt more. I inhaled deeply, squeezing my eyes shut as the cold water of the shower beat down against my skin. I released the breath slowly, trying to
Something had changed within Xerxes mind or it was just that Xerxes mind. It was fractured with black smoke creeping around every corner. My mother wasn't with me but I could feel her close by, hopefully convincing her husband to man up. In a way I guess I could understand what he was going through. Not knowing who you really are and constantly doubting yourself. It was sad just like all our lives. I only wish that I could do more to help him rather than just be bait or a distraction for the dark side. I admittedly hadn't planned ahead of getting into Xerxes' mind. This was something that I hadn't thought of. I was still figuring out my abilities but at least I had the confidence to overcome my fear. I walked aimlessly around the giant gothic castle, pushing doors open to reveal empty rooms until I arrived at a large room that vaguely resembled a throne room. Through the shimmers and smog, I spotted a shadowy figure sitting on the throne and another standing before it. I walked
"I told you that I was going to save him," my mother snapped, brushing the dirt of her red sundress, unbeknownst to the twig sticking out of her hair. She looked like a mad woman and she sounded like one too. "He is beyond saving," I gritted out in pain as I straightened my body. My shoulder was in a strange position which could only mean one thing. It was dislocated. "You know nothing," my mother spat angrily. "Yeah, I wonder why," I replied sassily, walking towards a tree. I leaned my shoulder against it and sighed. I might even hurt myself more. "And what is that supposed to mean? I don't even recognize you anymore," she said in her pissed off, 'I'm going to whoop your ass' tone. I turned towards her, leaning my back against the tree. My hand was trembling and the hellhound scratch still hurt really badly. I couldn't push my shoulder back into place without possibly causing myself more harm so I would rely on telekinesis to do the job. I exhaled slowly while staring at m
I couldn't help but to laugh. My nemesis was lying unconscious just inches away from my boot. Oh, the world was right again. I stared down at the man that looked like my father but he was far from it. With his eyes closed he almost looked peaceful, well if it wasn't for the blood running down his face from a nasty gash on his temple. "Yikes, I guess I don't know my own strength," I said, placing my hands on my hips as I glanced towards the table. It was indeed a blueprint of the academy but that is as much as I understood given that it was printed in bold at the bottom of the paper. I had no idea what he was planning but there was only one way to find out. I sighed. I did not want to go that way, especially without a physical anchor. I huffed and crouched beside him. Plucking a strand of hair from his head and pulling a loose strand from mine. I twisted the strands together, well I got frustrated and rolled them into a ball since they were so tiny. With a snap of my fingers,
"You have got to be f*cking kidding me," I cursed aloud, running my hands over my curls. The front bang that I had managed to cut, hanging over my forehead like a mockery. "Excuse me, watch your language young lady," my mother said sternly, folding her arms as she stared at me. I released a humourless laugh, nodding to myself slowly. "I am a motherf*cking idiot," I said slowly to myself in realisation. Xerxes was right. That's a wound that cut far too deep. How was I supposed to recover? "What is wrong with you? Who have you become? You are not the daughter I sent here. What did you do to yourself?" my mother said, staring at me with wide eyes filled with…indifference. "What did I do to myself," I retorted quietly, glancing towards the floor. "I did nothing. What did you do to me," I paused and hummed, giving her a sad smile. "Irrelevant, I guess I don't mean that much anyways," I continued, pulling my knee towards my chest and hugging them. "Taiti, stop this foolishness. You
I was perched in a tree, simply to put it. I couldn't stop thinking about the memories that Professor Faren had sent to me. Xerxes was the name given to him by his father but he had another name, given by his mother. That was how I was supposed to reach out to him. Though I couldn't bury the nerves spiking under my skin, raising my temperature and making me uncomfortable. Was it weird that I was nervous? All this new information was making my stomach twist and turn. Why did this feel so different? I had met Xerxes recently and he was a narcissistic ass hat but I guess I had never met the man my mother fell in love with. It was making me nervous and I needed to focus. I exhaled slowly, hoping down from the tree branch. It was very far from the ground which was how I got up there in the first place. Well, it was not as if the serene scene that I had painted was real. I stood under a large tree, full of branches that hung low and broad leaves that swayed subtly. There was short gr
My heart was pounding in my chest and I struggled to breath properly. What I was about to do, would most likely get me killed. Which was why I needed guidance. Kylen was halfway across town and I was not about to tell the director of my involvement regarding the lockdown. That would be my third strike and then I was out for good. I couldn't leave permanently now, not when Cassian was about to do something that I was told that I needed to do ever since I got here. It was strange, wasn't it? How Kylen would always be pressuring me to awaken Prime and yet Cassian could do it himself. Was that what he was subtly telling me to do…or did I miss something? Ugh, I was always so distracted. I hope that it was nothing major…but then again the look on Parys' face. He discovered something. Shit, I couldn't handle all these doubts right now. I trusted Cassian, more than I did myself. He could do this and whatever the consequences we would face them together. I released a slow shaky breath a
I resisted the urge to stomp my feet childishly while swinging my shoulders. Instead I took a deep breath. I could fix this, we could fix this. I just needed to find Cassian and apologised. I began to walk after Cassian, when Parys suddenly grabbed my wrist. What? Didn't he want me to go after him? Was this a 'he needs some spaces' situation. I glanced down at Parys' tight grip and then met his gaze with confusion. He blinked out of a trance and then quickly released my hand. "Sorry," he said, running his hand through his hair nervously. This was strange, Parys behaviour. I turned towards him slowly. "Are you okay," I asked genuinely worried about him. We still hadn't had that talk about his love life yet and it was most definitely overdue. "I'm fine. I…ah…can we talk later," he paused to glance towards the others but I was already nodding. "Later, in private. It's something important," he continued. "Oh, okay," I said, glancing towards the floor. This sounded very import
Cassian was pacing and gripping his hair so tightly, I was sure that he would rip out a few strands. Silas sat in front of me, bandaging my arm. He followed my gaze to Cassian and released an inaudible sigh. He glanced at me hesitantly as if he wanted to say something but wouldn't say it with Cassian present. "Uhm, are you okay, " I said softly towards Silas. "Why wouldn't he be okay, " Cassian chipped in before Silas could answer. He had stopped pacing to stare at Silas with a hard stare. I sighed, pulling my arm away from Silas to tie the bandage myself. I stood to my feet and left the room with Cassian hot on my heels. "Cassian Shane 'Primus' Cole!" I said loudly, turning sharply to face him. "Stop following me," I continued in a quieter tone. "I'm not going to disappear into thin air if you take your eyes off me for 5 minutes, " I said, hinting at how much alone time I needed. Cassian stared down at me with an unreadable expression on h