Odd Violet Evans had only been at Nevermore academy for a few weeks before trouble started to unravel. Killer monsters on the lose, mysteries to solve, what could possibly go wrong?
The young seance was quiet, even with so much to say. She found peo...
Violet stood at the edge of a dark forest. A forest she had never seen before. Yet it felt familiar. She had been to the under many times, it changed all the time. But something felt uneasy. Wrong. She didnt want to be here.
As she walked through the vines, the mist began to close in around her. It was cold.
Violet usually had control on how and when she entered the under. Usually. But not always. Sometimes, she was summoned. By her mother usually. But her mother was always in the same place. A dark wooden room, empty of all but a chair, a window and a painting. Never a forest.
This could not be her mother. Violet knew it. It had to be someone else. But who?
A strong gush of wind ripped through the forest, followed by a monstrous roar. Violet broke out into a run, dodging tree roots and vines, as the passages began to get more narrow.
Violet ran, ran as fast as her legs could take her. Why was she here? She ran and ran, until she came to a clearing in the trees.
The sky was was a deep graphite grey, a thick fog settling on the ground.
'Please..' A calm and eerie voice echoed. Violet froze. A woman had appeared in the clearing, almost out of nowhere. She had pale, sickly grey skin, a gaunt face and hollow eyes. Her hair was dark and limp. 'who are you?' Violet whisper- screamed. 'why am I here?'
The woman said nothing.
'why did you bring me here!? ' she screeched.
Another violent roar could be heard, but this time, it felt closer. The roar appeared to be coming from inside of her. Was she the thing she should be running from?
Violet turned to walk away before the woman spoke again.
' please...'
She shot back round. 'please what?' she was beginning to worry.
The woman came forward,, almost as if she was floating. She came to a halt infront of violet, leaving only mere inches between them. 'protect him'. And before violet could react, the woman placed a hand on vi's chest and pushed her backwards, causing her to fall.
Violet landed, expecting to hit the hard forest floor, but instead hitting her soft green blanket. She was back. But the question was, who was that?
Protect him
Protect him
Protect him
Protect him
P R O T E C T
H I M
The words wound their way through violets mind. Protect him. Protect who?
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