SERAPHINA’S POV"Artemis?" I say, my voice laced with rushed, strained breaths, looking at him like he's a ghost materialized in front of me.Could this be another hallucination, designed to mess with my mind, to tip me over the edge, to expose my identity and ruin me? But the feeling of his presence, so close, so real, quickly dispels those fears.The negativity that had clouded my mind melts away like butter in a hot pan, and suddenly, I can breathe more easily.Without hesitation, I rush to him, wrapping my arms around him, grateful for his solid, reassuring presence - like a lifeline."Are you okay? You look tired and stressed, you're sweating," he observes, his arms wrapping me the moment I embrace him, his hand rising to feel my forehead, checking for a fever.The cool touch of his hand is soothing."I felt that you were in distress," he says softly."I'm fine," I mutter, holding onto him for support, for grounding. "Better now that you're here."He's silent for a moment, visibl
SERAPHINA’S POVI collapse into his arms the moment the energy ceases, a wave of exhaustion washing over me, weighing down my aching muscles. He immediately wraps his warm jacket around me, holding me close.I lean into him, and he supports me until I can steady myself on my own two feet."How do you feel?" he asks, concern etching his features.I groan, looking up into his worried face."Better?"He frowns, worry clear in his expression."It was her, wasn't it? The strange entity pushing you to fulfill the prophecy and end my race, the one creeping into your mind.""Yeah, it was her," I admit, and his frown deepens."I thought my being around you was keeping her at bay, at least to an extent. You almost lost control just now.""Yeah, for the most part," I agree, equally confused by her sudden violent appearance. Thinking back, I realize, "When we talked about Cyrus, everything went haywire, almost as if she's infuriated."She’s always angry, always thirsting for vengeance.The animos
SERAPHINA’S POVWe ride into school just as it's ending, minutes after the final bell. I watch the crowd slowly disperse, like ants returning to their nest after scavenging for food.A twinge of guilt mixes with relief that it's over and I've missed every bit of it.Attending school feels like a more serious challenge when your life is falling apart.Thankfully, we're almost there.I can sense it's nearly over, this quest for knowledge of my history and where I come from. It's almost within reach.My life will finally return to the mundane, typical life of a teenage girl once I find my mother and put the prophecy behind us.Yet, amidst that excitement, I feel something else.Artemis steps out and reaches for my hand, opening my door. Lost in thought, I take it and step out.“I need to do something first before we go back,” I say to him, offering a small smile.He gazes into my eyes, nods, and lets me go.I quickly walk to the school grounds, covering the distance in a few minutes, and
SERAPHINA’S POVThe streets are rougher and busier as we move through them, dust rising from the roads and filling the air. Shoulders constantly bump into me in this thick crowd.I get it, though; I'm small compared to them, so I'm not easily noticed unless brushed against. Yet, no one stops to apologize, like uncivilized apes.I try not to let it get to me, focusing on the mission, until I almost topple over. Artemis grabs my hand to hold me up."Are you okay?""Yeah," I reply, dusting my shoulder and glaring at the person who just walks by.Artemis's eyes follow, probably calculating how long it would take to rough him up in a corner.I see it and hold onto his arm, repeating with a softer look on my face, "I’m fine."He lets it go."Stay close, we could get separated," he warns, facing forward again.Almost as if on cue, like some sick, twisted joke by the universe, I'm brushed against again, twice, stumbling forward and falling on my butt.Scrambling to my feet, I dodge through a
SERAPHINA’S POVI'm crippled for a moment, exhausted from the outburst, still recovering from the shock of almost killing them. My guilt only grows worse with each passing second. I wish there were a way I could go back to the room, or at least track down Artemis.I'm tired and hungry, wishing we had waited for food before embarking on this quest.Movement in the corner of my eye catches my attention while I wallow, and I look up to just barely see someone peeking from around the corner."Hello?" I call out eagerly, hoping they're here to help.There’s no response, but I can see a shadow from the side, a small shadow, suggesting it's a child.My hope rises again."Please, please, I'm lost and need help finding someone," I plead, rushing to my feet and dusting off my pants.A small head peeps out—a little girl with dirt-brown hair mostly concealed under an oversized beanie, wearing rough clothes. She looks about ten, appearing scared, yet her eyes remain sharp and cautious."It’s gonn
SERAPHINA’S POVI watch her face morph into shock and disbelief, both folded hands dropping to her sides, eyes watching me as if I’m a crazy psychopath who just walked in.It hurts to see it, guessing that she forgot what I even looked like, if she ever thought of me as a daughter at all.My first reaction is anger, a burning rage that boils my blood and fills me with hate. Suddenly, I feel stupid for being nervous and excited about someone who simply forgot my existence.“Do you not remember me? The child you abandoned on the doorsteps of an orphanage with the most awful letter. Your child - possibly the only child,” I say.Fear pierces my chest at the possibility of not being the only one she's given birth to, at the thought of younger siblings who possibly never got to know her voice and love.Tears brim in my eyes, and I feel too embarrassed by the fact that she didn’t remember, and by the people watching me break down in front of a woman I’ve never met before.I turn to leave, no
SERAPHINA’S POVWe settle down after a 20-minute-long crying session, which involves me reverting back to my 4-year-old self, suddenly left without parents.Feeling pathetic and embarrassed once I’m done, I sit with swollen eyes and a small cup of water in my hands, while she—Cassandra, my birth mother—sits right in front of me with a soft smile on her lips.“The truth is, your father and I loved you dearly, but we had debt and people on our backs, wolves threatening our lives, so we had to run. You were only a little child then. You weren’t safe. We had to drop you off somewhere and make it clear that we didn’t want you, so they wouldn’t come after you,” she explains how it all came to be, the reason behind leaving me behind in an orphanage all those years ago.“Your father… he died along the way, leaving only me, and since then, I’ve been moving from place to place trying to get by. I eventually paid off our debts, but I couldn’t come back for you. I guessed you were already older a
SERAPHINA’S POVA bucket of water is doused over my head just before my consciousness can slip away, and I’m revved back into life like an engine instantly. Gasping for air that finally fills my lungs, snapping out of my panicking state and back into reality. My heart pounds harder than ever, filled with life again, and a desire to pump blood into every part of my body.I was so close to letting it all go; the thought alone terrifies me. The fact that I was going to do it without looking back, because of one woman.“We can’t have you croaking off before you have your debut,” Big Tom grumbles above me, holding the empty bucket, water dripping out.The bastard just saved me, but for the wrong reasons. Nevertheless, I feel myself a bit grateful for it. He tosses the bucket to the side, grumbling inaudible words to himself before he goes for the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the emptiness around me, guessing I won’t die of a panic attack anymore.The second the door close