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You are the chosen one.
“I didn’t ask to be.”
Who shall punish the monsters?
“I do not fucking care.”
You called me to punish them.
I saw flashes of the earth on fire and ghouls in the air and shook my head. “I don’t want that.”
It is fated.
“I said no.”
It is fated, for the chosen one would uplift the day in one hand and crush the night with the other.
“The prophecy?”
Yes.
“The day and the nig
ht? It’s not speaking of vampires but…witches?”
None would be spared, not vampire, or human or Wiccan.
“I do not understand.”
And this time, I saw flashes of…chaos, war, Wiccan, vampires, even humans all tearing each other apart either by magic or teeth or ax.
It is fated.
“No, I choose my own fate, and I am not fighting anymore,” I muttered, opening my eyes to see the white kitchen cabinets across from me. Slowly, I rose from the kitchen floor. “Theseus?” I called, but I did not get an answer.
Frowning, I moved to search for him. I could feel him but stopped, seeing the world outside the kitchen window, the hummingbird that was frozen in time right at the bird feeder. I glanced back at the antique wooden wall clock, the bell inside frozen, and its arms not moving, stuck on 11:29 p.m.
“Why is it still today?” This was officially the very worst day of my life, and it felt like it refused to end just to spite me more.
Who knew a birthday could be so cursed?
I exhaled heavily, hanging my head only to see the stain on my clothes and all over the sink. I should restart time. But I found peace in the silence. The world was still, but I moved on, and I found peace. So, I took my time, cleaning the sink, walking upstairs. I showered, even shaved all of me. I took the time to pluck my eyebrows and change into my favorite ripped, dark-blue jeans with a white shirt and a large cardigan.
It was silly.
It was probably crazy.
Half my heart was on fire, and the other half was cold as ice.
The chose one?
Fated?
The prophecy?
All my life, I’d done what others ordered me to do or expected me to do. I lived for my coven, my uncle, my friends, for everyone but me.
“No more,” I whispered to myself in the mirror. No more crying. No more looking to reason with anyone. “Wraith,” I called, and the book appeared in my hands. “Show me everything I can do. Show me how to bind a witch’s magic. How to strip away their memories and…my own.”
