(RAVEN’S POINT OF VIEW}Never returning to Chicago? Ah. Why would I need his help to reach Chicago when I make the booking myself?I make them believe I'm never going to leave the hospital, only to steal my dad’s credit card and book the first flight I get my hands on and there I am, on my way back to Chicago.The first thing I feel when I step out of the airport is the rush of cool air, thick with the smell of fuel, and that faint hint of autumn.With a jacket and a hoodie over my head with a face cap, I call the first cap that immediately takes me to Ahvi’s home.Getting there, I knock on the front door a couple of times before it opens to reveal Mrs. Jude looked worse for wear. Her shoulders slumped, eyes half-lidded, and hair escaping its tie in messy strands. “Hello, Mrs. Judes." I greet her with a smile, that she doesn’t return. She looks at me from head to toe, almost like she doesn't recognize me. I am not ready to introduce myself until she says…“I thought you were in a com
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)I never thought I’d leave Chicago—especially not like this, slipping away in the middle of the night with barely enough time to breathe. Everything feels fazey. And here I am, in a quiet country, thousands of miles away. Ireland is a nice place to start over again.I place a hand on my stomach, feeling something faint beneath my skin. Five months along, and I still can’t grasp it. This life growing inside me, so innocent and unknowing, yet tied to me—to everything I’d been through, every mistake, every regret. How could I possibly bring a child into this world, knowing the kind of darkness that seemed to cling to me nowadays?It feels cruel, almost selfish, to bring them here, knowing they might end up carrying the same curse I did. My past isnt just mine anymore; it could touch them too. People talked about how motherhood was supposed to change you, to make you whole, to bring you joy. But the only thing I feel is fear—a dull ache that gnaws at me, reminding m
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)The week feels heavier than usual, each day dragging by. Though I'm using the spell book to keep myself occupied, it's not enough. I know I can’t go on like this, trapped in my own mind. So, after a restless night of twists and turns, I find myself signing up for a prenatal yoga class at a nearby studio. They say it helps you connect with your baby, find peace. Maybe it will help me find something close to peace.The room is serene, with dim lighting and a soft lavender scent in the air. A few other pregnant women are already rolling out their mats, chatting in low voices. I set mine up in the back, hoping to go unnoticed, but clearly, fate has other plans.“First time?” A woman next to me asks, smiling as she places her water bottle down.“Yeah,” I say, nodding, a little embarrassed, realizing I'm the youngest in the room. “Thought I’d give it a try.”“I meant the child,” she motions her eyes down to my stomach, and realization hits me.“Oh yes, first time.” I
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)I glance over at Isleen; she stands just a few feet away, with a face of determination and reassurance. "You've got this, Ahvi," she raises both her thumbs with a wide smile. “When casting, just focus on the feeling.”My heart pounds, and I take a shaky breath, resting my hand on my belly for comfort. I'm going to cast my first spell after weeks of spending time with the spell book. I don't know whether to be excited or filled with dread at the thought of doing this all wrong.Isleen immediately notices my hesitation and gets closer. “Hey,” she says softly, tilting her head to catch my gaze. “I know you’re worried, but I’m right here. We’ll go slow, okay?”I nod, “Alright. Let’s do this.” and close my eyes, letting out a slow exhale as I reach with my mind to sense the small flow of magic that seems to pulse underneath my skin. I never thought I could feel magic like this.“Feel it in your core. It’s like a stream. Don’t try to control it; just let it flow.”I r
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)Another month passed and I am seven months pregnant and the babies kick in there as if they are playing football, keeping me awake most of the night but it's a sight that makes me lighter.I drag myself out of my bedroom feeling heavier than normal. Not inner heavy, I'm talking about the load I'm carrying in my stomach. Again, I've gone most the night without a winkle of sleep because they won't stop kicking and there I am not, pouring myself a cup of coffee using the basic magic I've learnt.Oh, I've gone far with my magic. I can move things around with just a simple spell and it's working out great for me since I'm feeling so freaking heavy most of the time.I hum as I wait for the coffee to finish preparing itself and once it's done, it materializes in my hand and I take a sip, again humming to myself.“Something looks happy,” Isleen enters the kitchen with a bag of groceries and I smile at her. “You look like you didn't sleep the whole night.”“The babies kep
(AHVI'S POINT OF VIEW)The subtle smell of the hospital room crams my lungs as I lie on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly as if my life depends on it.My body is tense. My muscles are contracting with each wave of pain that washes over me and I can feel the thumping of my heart in my ears.“Ahvi, focus on your breathing,” Isleen urges, sitting by my side, her hand squeezing mine. “In and out, just like we practiced.”“I don't think I can. It fucking hurts!” I cry out when another contraction hits. This is all Vance's fucking fault! Why did he have to get me pregnant?! If I ever see him again, I might slap him across the face! I let out another cry as my heart raced with a mix of terror and anticipation. “It’s okay, you’re doing great,” Isleen says, her voice steady and calm. “Just a little longer, and you’ll meet your babies.” she tries not to grimace at how tightly I hold her hand sns honesty, I don't care if it's breaks. It fucking hurts!“Why does it hurt so much?” I gasp.“It’
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)(A YEAR AND HALF LATER)As I settle into my new life in the Uk, I feel like a stranger in a world I don’t quite understand. It’s been a year and a half since I left everything behind—Chicago, my old racing life, and the memories of him. But as I look around this small rented studio, filled with blueprints, stacks of reports, and my laptop on the coffee table, I feel both pride, knowing I have come this far and loneliness knowing I'm facing everything alone.Every day brings me something new. I’ve started a small position with a tech firm and spend my days researching vehicles. The people here are welcoming but distant. Maybe it's because I come off the same way, too guarded for anyone to really see why I’m here. I’m not even sure why, really. I keep telling myself it’s for my career, but deep down, I know it’s because I needed to escape my old life.I look down at the designs I’ve drawn for a prototype—a small electric vehicle that could one day hit impressive
(RAVEN'S POINT OF VIEW)A few weeks pass, and my project comes together more than I ever imagined. Each day at work, I feel more confident in my abilities, pushing through the late nights and early mornings. Hunter and I have fallen into a comfortable routine. He’s become my closest friend here, always supportive and encouraging.But lately, I sense something shifting between us. It’s subtle but there's an extra spark in his eyes when he looks at me. His friendly touch on my arm sometimes lingers longer than normal. I tell myself that I'm imagining things since he has a girlfriend and they seem to be in one hell of a lovey dovey relationship but with each passing day, it's like he's making his advances more open.I find myself shifting away. I don't want to give him the impression that I'm looking for anything more than a friendship. I’m here to build my life, not dive into another emotional mess.It's Friday and I'm at my studio going over some final designs before I present them to