(Y/n) is a lively and endearing person with a chaotic, painful and mysterious past.
She lives in a small town called Mystic Falls, where she fights and courageously helps her friends survive.
But she is suddenly confused when a psychotic hybri...
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Make is fade away, don't tear me down 🎶
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It had been four days since the bonfire. Four days since I'd vented to Rebekah about my worries and my doubts about her brother and our damn bond. Four days since I found out about my new pseudo ability. Four days since a hunter showed up at my door with the intention of killing me in cold blood.
Four days since I destroyed an object that belonged to my mother's old coven. The bitch witches and assassins who destroyed my life.
Although nothing unusual has happened, in these four days my protective senses are more excited than ever. I can't help my constant paranoia, every moment I'm looking over my shoulder. My mind riding endlessly on the possibility that the coven was still active all this time.
I thought they were dead.
Not only was I freaking out, but Stephen also nearly had a heart attack when I told him what happened. He threatened to take me from Mystic Falls to New York by the ears. After two hours of calming him down over the phone, we were able to focus on the real problem.
He was researching something specific about the coven, but we're not going to get into that just yet.
I didn't tell him about the manifestation of my visions. I want to talk to him personally. So I plan to visit him this week.
But while I didn't have answers to my current questions, I used my free time to expand all my magical knowledge.
Today I woke up before five in the morning at full throttle. Energized in sheer stubbornness and determination.
At that moment I was engulfed by the vast power of the chaotic atmosphere of the alternate reality that had been created by me. My little piece of the world flowed in chaotic magic.
Chaos Magic. My magic.
I was inside my alternate reality.
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