𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 - AGAIN

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Darkness loomed in the room, hanging like pitch black drapes in between distant murmurs that eventually became clear. I had finally gained the effort to lift my head and naturally I began to scout out a light before eventually realizing there wasn't any desiring to reveal itself. My eyes were completely shielded by a dark cloth that kept my understanding very faint; the only thing I knew was that the floor I had been knelt on was hard and cold — I was instantly able to recognize its roughness as concrete. The ache in my knees from being kneeled down onto it for some time had began to come to my attention and I was quick to adjust my position.

A simple movement to reposition myself more comfortably had stopped the murmurs and addressed my awakening to whoever had been muttering incoherently.

"You finally awake?" I could hear the familiarity in the tone and choose to distance myself from whoever was right beside my ear. It went unnoticed how my brows furrowed in discomfort but my voice was heard clearly. "Where am I." It was more of a demand, confusion and worry shuddering my breath while I spoke with harshness — I wanted to appear strong in a situation I didn't fully understand. "You're in the presence of the elders," Spoke the voice that had originally addressed my waking. "The higher ups of the jujustu world." He had moved close to my ear again, whispering childishly in my direction with soft mutters.

My brows creased and nose turned up almost disgusted, a small chuckle was earned from my reaction. I knew about now who I was taking to, but in no way was I pleased with it. The white-haired man that claimed to be a sorcerer all those days ago was now by my side again still holding onto his beliefs shamelessly.

"(Y/N) (L/N)." I couldn't help but gaze in the direction where my name had erupted from — I still lacked the ability to see, but out of reflex I turned my attention that way. "Three hours before your arrival you had encountered a cursed spirit within the safety of your home." A deep voice began with a cruel undertone that gave me the idea this conversation wouldn't favor me. "The curse was a special grade attracted to your energy and ended up not only attacking you but whatever it could around you costing several injuries and damage to your neighborhood."

"Being unable to hide such an intimidating energy had caught the attention of not only cursed spirits but curse users as well." He continued speaking almost a completely different language to me. I only knew one thing, and that this was something I needed to pay attention to. Originally, I had deemed this as bullshit but I'm not too sure I can anymore — I still keep getting dragged into this insane idea, just like I was told but so naïvely ignored.

"The moment you had revealed your energy at your high school five days ago, a heavy bounty was placed on your head — left and right you're being targeted human and spirit." He spoke as if reading from a script, word for word it was blank yet heavy and unbearably stressful to listen to. I didn't want to remain sitting any longer, and I definitely didn't want to hear another stern word from this man's nonchalant mouth.

"Foolishly denying the existence of this world had costed great damage to the jujustu world and the non-jujustu world." He stated calmly, his voice making my anxious as he continued to drag on the scenario. "Upsetting the balance caused your mothers death, don't let your immaturity get the best of you again and you can remain alive."

His words made my heart stop. I blinked my eyes a few times and my head hung low, confusion and exhaustion getting the best of me. I didn't know what to think when he spoke of my mother. My lips as dry as my throat and preventing me from forming clear words at the moment — I was only stuck in silence and forced to prices sit all at once.

My mother had been killed. It almost didn't sound right in my head. The sentence making my stomach drop and my head feel a little more blurry — sadness finally settling itself on my heavy shoulders.

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