Selena's POV
I haven't slept.
Every time I close my eyes, I hear it.
Not a sound. A voice.
It whispers things I don't understand. Words in a language I've never heard before, but somehow... I know them.
> "Shael'th venar... Zeria ven tharn..."
They echo in my mind. In my bones. Like they were waiting to wake up.
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Downstairs, the house is too quiet.
Mom and Dad are whispering again. I don't hear everything, but I catch pieces.
> "...glow again?"
"...we have to keep her calm..."
"...if they find out what she is-"
What I am?
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I step back into my room and lock the door.
Then I look in the mirror.
> "Who am I?" I whisper.
My reflection stares back - same face, same eyes... until they flicker.
Not red this time. Something darker. Ancient.
I blink, and it's gone.
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Later, as I curl into my sheets, I feel a pressure on my chest - not pain. Like something inside me wants to rise.
Then I hear the voice again.
Clearer. Louder.
> "You are not theirs."
I sit up, heart pounding. "Who's there?!"
But there's no one.
Only the dark. And the echo.
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Outside, thunder rolls. A storm is coming.
And deep down, I know...
> It's for me.
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> She hears them now... and they know she's listening.
Are the whispers trying to warn her? Or claim her?🕯️🖤
- Mysterious_frnd 🩸