Elixir's POVThe air got really cold. I touched Lucian's hand. But just as I grabbed his wrist, that old, decayed hand pulled him into the darkness.“No!” I screamed, my voice echoing in the crumbling room. I lunged forward, but the darkness swallowed him whole. The walls around me twisted, like they were alive and eating my hope. The floor cracked beneath me.Lucian was gone.Soren and Ewen struggled to keep their balance on the shifting ground. The whole temple shook, like a big animal waking up. When Veylan disappeared, it felt like the place was deciding our fate.“Where is he?” Ewen shouted, panic in his voice. “Where the hell is Lucian?”I had no answer. My hands shook, stretching out to where he used to be. I knew something dark was watching me. I could almost feel it lurking.“We need to go!” Soren cursed. “Before this place crushes us!”The temple groaned, the floor splitting wider. My heart raced. I wanted to jump into the dark and save Lucian, but Soren pulled me back.“Eli
Lucian's POVLucian breathed sharply, his fingers gripping his sword tightly. The cold air in the old temple was thick with dust and decay. Elixir was next to him, her face serious. The weight of their fight still showed in her eyes. Her heart raced, but she stood tall, not showing any fear. Soren struggled to rise from the rubble, wincing as he held his side. Blood stained his fingers. “That guy isn’t dead,” he muttered, scanning the dark corners. “I can feel it.” Ewen, barely keeping his balance, nodded. “He’s watching us.” Lucian didn’t need to say anything. He already knew. The air felt heavy like it was waiting for something. Veylan was still alive. The cut Lucian had made showed that the creature could bleed, but that didn’t mean he would die. The temple groaned, the stones shifting. It wasn’t just a battleground; it felt like a grave waiting for someone. Elixir stepped forward. “We’ve got to go. If this place falls again, we won’t survive.” Lucian looked at her, knowing
Elixir's POVLucian’s fingers shook on the handle of his sword. But he forced himself to stay calm. The moment felt heavy, like a big rock pressing on his chest. It was suffocating. Out of nowhere, his past came back, smirking at him. Its eyes looked like burning gold.You can't be here, Lucian cried out, his voice barely a whisper.The man stepped forward, slow and steady. He moved like someone who had never felt fear. And yet, here I am.Elixir’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the stranger. She didn't know him, but Lucian did. He stood stiff, his face pale in the dim torchlight.Lucian, she said softly, feeling nervous. Who is he?Lucian didn’t respond. His throat felt tight. Memories flashed in his mind, sharp and painful. He pictured blood on the stone. Screams mixing with the night air. A shadow at the end of a long hall, whispering his name.The man tilted his head, amusement shining in his golden eyes. Still quiet, just like before. His voice was smooth, almost swee
Elixir's POVElixir was breathing fast. Her heart raced as she felt the air around her. It was thick and heavy, as if something was watching her. In front of her stood a golden throne. It shined brightly even in the dim light of the torches flickering around the room. The throne seemed to call to her. Not in words. Not in whispers. But in a way that pulled at her inner self.She moved forward cautiously. Her boots barely made a sound on the shiny black stone floor. As soon as her fingers touched the arm of the throne, flames burst to life on the walls. A strange orange glow filled the room.Then she saw her.Sitting on the throne was someone who looked just like her. But it wasn’t a reflection. No, it was another Elixir.This doppelganger looked similar, but there was something off about her. She sat still and seemed to command the space around her. Her eyes were a bright gold that almost looked like they were burning. A smug smile played on her lips, as if she’d been waiting for this
Elixir's POVElixir became cold. She couldn’t take her eyes off the body that looked just like her. It sat on the throne, still as could be. Her lips were slightly parted. Her eyes were closed. Elixir thought for a moment that she was just asleep. But deep down, she knew that wasn’t true. What she was looking at was death.A twisting feeling settled in her stomach. It was a fear that gripped her heart, almost painfully. It felt so real. The details of that body were perfect. The curve of her jaw was just right. The scar on her wrist from an old training mishap was visible. Even the little strands of hair falling over her forehead looked familiar.But she was alive. How was this possible?This had to be some kind of trick. A horrible prank, maybe.Suddenly, a strong wind howled through the throne room. It carried with it a smell that reminded her of something burnt and decayed. The torches flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls.Out of the darkness, a voice broke through. It wa
Elixir's PovElixir’s heart raced as Lucian's question echoed in the still air of the temple. What did you see? he asked, his voice tense.Images flashed in her mind. Her twin's hand gripped her tightly, almost as if he was trying to pull something dark from inside her. She could hear her voice, but it felt wrong, distorted. It was like a bad dream that wouldn't fade away. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the fear. Now was not the time to share those thoughts.Lucian’s silver eyes bored into her. He studied her face as if trying to read her thoughts. “Elixir,” he said sharply. “What. Did. You. See?” She took too long to respond, and she could feel his impatience grow. He grabbed her wrist. His touch felt solid and reassuring. But it also held a strength that demanded honesty. “I need the truth.” Elixir curled her fingers into tight fists. She could share what she saw. But the words were heavy. They felt dangerous like they would cut through this fragile moment.So, she
Elixir’s POV Entry One – The Beginning of the EndIf I had known that opening my eyes would lead to a life of pain, I wouldn’t have taken my first breath.I was born into a world that already had its plans for me. Before I could walk, talk, or even understand my name, my story was written.Fate is not kind. It doesn’t ask. It doesn’t care. It just takes.And I have spent my whole life trying to escape it.They call me Elixir. A name tied to dark prophecies and death. A name that holds fear for what I might become. It’s a name cursed long before I got it.My mother never told me the truth about my birth.She looked at me with love, but also sadness. It was as if every moment together was borrowed time. I still remember how her hands shook when she touched my face. Her voice trembled when she whispered my name.“Elixir.”Like a prayer. Like a warning.She knew.She knew that one day they would come for me.And they did.I was ten the first time I felt the shadows.It was dusk, the sky
Entry Two – The Twin That Haunts MeShe left me with silence. Not the kind that settles after a long conversation, nor the quiet comfort of solitude. This was so different, an absence, a void, a space where reality had twisted and left me standing at the edge of an unimaginary scene, I did not understand. For days, I told myself she had been a trick of the light, a strange illusion born from exhaustion or fear. But the moment I closed my eyes, she was always there. Watching and Waiting. "You will understand soon enough," she said. But within me I didn't want to understand. I wanted to forget. Yet, fate does not grant mercy. On the night of my thirteenth birthday, I saw her again. The village gathered under the stars, their laughter very bright and warm, the scent of roasted meat and honey cakes filling the air. Children ran barefoot through the fields, their voices ringing with joy, and for a moment, I allowed myself to believe I was like them. Normal and Safe. Then,
Elixir's POVIt was dark all around me - not just dark, but like being stuck in thick mud. Each breath felt like trying to suck air through a straw, and my lungs were screaming. The darkness felt alive, sucking the air right out of me.This can't be real. Please, no.But then I saw it. Standing right there in front of me was a figure with my dad's face. It was him, no question.Think you could just get rid of me by dying, huh? The voice was soft, but it cut like ice, wrapping around me like smoke.I couldn't stop shaking. My heart was going crazy, banging against my ribs. You're not him, I choked out, my voice shaky. He's gone.His face twisted into a slow, mean smile, and his eyes... they were totally empty. The kind, warm light that always showed on his face was nowhere to be found. Really? he whispered, taking a step closer. Or are you just now finding out the truth?I stumbled back, every part of me screaming to run. But my feet were stuck, frozen in place. The air felt heavy, and
Elixir’s POVThe instant I walked into the war room, the heavy quiet hit me, like the air before a thunderstorm. The fire in the fireplace was jumping, casting freaky shadows on the stone walls. Lucian, Soren, and Ewen were standing around the table, looking super serious. Maps and scrolls were all over the place, but they weren't looking at them. They were staring at me.I swallowed hard. What's up?Lucian's jaw tightened. His dark eyes locked on mine, giving me the chills. Another attack happened. Not by those rogue guys this time. By something else.My stomach did a flip. Something else?Ewen crossed his arms, looking grim. Wraiths. More of them than before. And this time, they didn't just attack— He let out a sharp breath. They left a message.Soren slid a piece of parchment across the table to me. My hands were shaking as I picked it up. I gasped when I read the messy, scrawled words:Give back what you took, or we'll take her instead.My blood turned to ice. What was taken? I as
Elixir's POVEverything around me shakes crazily. Light and dark twist together, fighting each other. The air is heavy with so much power that I can feel it pushing on my skin and getting into my bones.Soren is next to me, not backing down, every muscle tense. The gold figures stand there, their empty eyes staring at me like they're waiting for something.I grab my chest, breathing hard. The power under my skin feels alive. It squirms; it needs something.You have to pick, the woman who looks just like me whispers.My head became heavier. I know that the second I walk toward her, toward that gold place, there's no turning back. I'll become something scary or maybe unpredictable. Something not connected to the world I fought so hard for anymore.But if I stay… and I fight… I don't even know if I can make it through this. A scream cuts through the air. Soren jumps, quickly turning his head toward the sound. My stomach dropped.That voice, I know that voice.Lucian.The air shifts al
Elixir’s ViewWe're falling, It feels like it's never going to end, like the void swallowed has us whole. Everything just poof disappeared. The shiny gold people, the super bright light, even the little voices from that weird world I never belonged to. Gone.I can't even scream or take a proper breath.The only thing keeping me together is Soren holding onto me like crazy. His fingers are digging into my wrist, and he’s squeezing so hard. I can feel his arm shaking like he’s putting every ounce of strength into keeping me from falling into this dark pit.But it's probably not even enough.This dark pull is way stronger than I thought. For a split second, my heart drops because his grip goes a little loose.Oh no.I freak out and grab his arm with my free hand, digging my nails into his skin.Hold on! He manages to yell, but the wind is so loud I can barely hear him.I feel myself losing it.This unseen thing is dragging me down with no mercy.If I let go now, I'm never coming back.I
Elixir’s POVThe area between the gold statues and Soren feels like a tense standoff—quiet but about to blow. You could cut the tension with a knife.My heart's hammering in my chest like crazy, warning me. I try to move, to get away from whatever's holding me here, but I can't. The gold woman—the one who looks just like me—is staring at me blankly.You don't get it yet, she says, her voice smooth. But you will.I feel a weird tingle under my skin when she says that, like I should know her. But I don't. And I don't want to.I don't belong here.Soren takes another step, and the darkness around him looks like armor. His face is set, and you can't read what he's thinking, but I can feel him. He's ticked off but determined.I said, let her go, he says, his voice sharp.The gold figures don't move, and their presence just crowds the space, makes it hard to breathe. They aren't scared of him. But they should be.A low hum vibrates through the place, making my skin crawl. It's not a languag
Elixir’s POVThe second my foot touched that bright ground, everything flipped. I felt this jolt of something old shoot right through me, something that felt like it shouldn't even exist. It was just raw force. No holding back. It didn't just hang around inside me; it took over, like this thing that had been waiting for me to come back finally had what it wanted.I tried to catch my breath, but the air was thick with voices. They weren't far off anymore; they were right there, all around me, speaking some language I couldn't make out. And yet, somehow, I knew what they were saying.Welcome home.My body felt like it weighed nothing, but at the same time, I felt this pressure, like a thousand lives were pushing in on me. Then came this wave of images, none of them mine. They flashed by so fast I could hardly make them out.I saw this seat made out of bone, empty.There was this battle, all fire and shadow. A whole place in trouble, begging for someone to save it.And a lady who never
The Last Question If you were me, would you fight to live? Or would you let fate claim you? I never thought I would ask myself this. I always believed that life, no matter how difficult, was something worth holding onto. But now, standing at the edge of everything I’ve ever known, I am not sure. The woman who wears my face stands before me. She is not a shadow anymore. She is real with flesh and bone. Eyes that mirror my own, yet they do not belong to me. The whispers have gone silent. The village is still. Everyone is watching, but no one dares to speak. "It’s time," she says again, her voice calm. Certain. I feel the weight of her words pressing against my chest, heavy and suffocating. "What do you want from me?" My voice hardly went above a whisper. She lifted her head, considering me. "I want what was always meant to be. For you to accept the truth." "And what is that?" She takes a step forward. I do not move. "You were never meant to stay here," she says
Entry Six – The Choice That Will End Everything I stand in the center of the village square, the burned symbol beneath my feet still pulsing with an unseen force. The whispers have stopped, but their silence is heavier than their words ever were. But I do not move. Because this moment was always meant to come. The ground beneath me hums, the burned symbol searing against the soles of my feet. I try to ignore the way it pulses, a slow, steady heartbeat that is not my own. And then, there is her. My shadow, My twin, My fate. She stands at the edge of the circle, the torches casting flickering light across her face. She looks like me, but she is not me. She is something else, something older, something endless. "You hesitate," she says, her voice smooth as silk, as cold as the grave. I swallow hard. "I don’t know what I’m supposed to do." She tilts her head, dark hair falling over her shoulder. "You already know." I clench my fists. "Stop saying that." She smiles, a s
Entry Five – The Shadows That Speak My Name The whispers never stop. At first, they came only at night, slipping into my dreams like a cold breath against my skin. I could push them away and then, dismiss them as nightmares, as tricks of my weary mind. But they are not nightmares. They are not tricks. Now, they follow me everywhere. I hear them in the rustling of the trees when the wind is still. I hear them in the crackling of the fire when no one is near. I hear them in the silence, in the spaces between each heartbeat, growing louder, more insistent. They do not scream, they do not beg, they whisper. Soft, Constant and Unrelenting. Elixir!!!.A name I have known all my life, yet it feels foreign when they speak it. I do not answer; I do not dare. Because I know the moment I do, everything will change. The Shadows in the FireI keep myself busy, trying to silence them. The village is awake long before the sun rises, and I force myself into the rhythm of daily li