Lila The air shifted from extremely cold to comfortably warm. I opened my eyes quickly and then squinted them almost immediately for protection against the bright light that I had expected should exist. I covered my face with both hands and then slowly parted them, opening my eyes to see the ceil
Writer's POV Abigail had known that Lila would never come with her, not even if she tried to trick her. She knew everything that had happened already and for a few moments, Abigail was left to consider Matilda's words. She didn't have to forcefully take Lila with her. She knew that she was defini
Writer's POV Matilda was back in the room, unable to stop smiling to herself for her success. Before coming into the room, she had searched through the house for Abigail but found no trace of her. Without waiting any further, Matilda began the ritual. She poured Lila's blood into the cauldron in
Abigail After murdering both mother and daughter, I readied herself to leave the cell when she felt an earthquake. I had thought I was only imagining things until she felt it again. "What is happening?" I thought out loud, a million thoughts racing through my mind. I knew Matilda would never sta
Abigail There was a large army standing right outside, chanting war songs. Matilda stood right before them, charging themselves further. With a look at the cauldron in front of her, I knew Lila's blood was definitely in there along with the Rain Flowers we had both left in there a few days ago.
Abigail When I woke up, I didn't feel any pain but that was only for a few seconds. Soon afterward, an angry pain shot up my shoulders and then my back before flowing all the way to my chest, reminding me that there was still a log of wood in me. "Ugh!" I groaned, touching my damped clothes. How
"I'm really sorry for what I did, Lila. I just wanted to…." I couldn't even speak anymore. "Can you hear me mother?" It got even clearer and I was beginning to question my imagination. "Open your eyes mother, what do you see?" She asked and my eyes went open immediately. I don't remember having s
Lila It had been difficult convincing Miguel to let me watch from the forest or watch at all. He had treated me like a treasure, always pushing me behind him but I couldn't let him do that anymore. Over and over again, I had watched the people that I cared for get hurt because they wanted to prot