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“The shadows aren’t yours,” she emphasizes. “That’s why I can’t use them. YOU have them.”
“Me?” She’s not making sense.
“Give it back, Ophelia!” She grabs me again, her hold making me whimper as my pain escalates tenfold. Despite my pain threshold, this feels unbearable. “GIVE IT BACK!”
“LET GO!” I seethe with bitterness that ignites the energy seeking freedom and domination.
It gets only three seconds of control, and that’s dangerously enough to cloak the room of white into complete darkness.
My sister is illuminated by some sort of barrier, and thank goodness she is, or I fear I would have killed her by accident.
“The shadows are mine!” she screams. “I lost them that night! Not knowing you have them!”
“I don’t get it.” I really don’t. The pain that’s consuming me is making it impossible to keep up with what she’s screaming about. “Go away, Odessa.”
“You can’t attend Nephilim!” she snarls, somehow grabbing me again. Only this time, she yelps as I scream from her touch—the two of us forced to acknowledge the disconnect between us.
“What’s happening?”
She stares at me in horror.
“You’re taking the trial.”
“I have no choice.”
“Ophelia! Quit this instant!”
“I can’t!” I shout back. “Our family will be banned. I’ll be a disgrace. Our next generation will never be allowed to attend.”
“You’re not strong enough for Nephilim! You don’t belong in Nephilim or even Malevolence! None of those realms are destined for your existence.”
I don’t understand.
Why is she belittling me as if I don’t belong anywhere?
“I’m not quitting.”
“You don’t belong there!” she screams. “That’s MY place!”
“AND YOU LOST IT WHEN YOU LEFT!” The power overtakes me in a blink, and it takes great self-control to stop myself from hurting her.
She goes from standing on the ground to pressed to the black wall behind her. I’m towering over her, my body no longer normal while shadows dance, and my bleeding flesh now glimmers of gold.
I can only imagine what my eyes are like, their burning sting reminding me I’m still in control. The pain is past the threshold of unbearable, but this heaviness of agony in my heart seems to be stronger.
I feel betrayed.
“If you wish to run from your destiny, so be it.”My voice is unrecognizable as I lean in so close, I can practically smell her fear.“I’ll carry the burden for both of us, and if that leads me to death, so be it.”
I watch as my stick-like finger touches her cheek. The protective barrier sizzles to combat the intense energy my fingernail carries.
It slices through the protective surface, and I enjoy the gasp my sister makes as my fingernail runs down her cheek. The mere press has her skin tainting black as the cut that kindles from the trail of my nail’s tip ignites pain in her frightened expression.
“Until you’re done being a coward, remember me,” I whisper. “You want me? The power you left behind?”
Moving my finger, I point it to my lips, the touch making a cut that encourages the flow of blood that pools in place.
“Come get it.”
