The Chronicles: Green Night

The Awakening

Have you ever feared, thought, or dreamed about a loved one dying? Have you imagined what it would mean and how it would change your world? For most, such thoughts remain distant nightmares, fleeting shadows that we push away with the dawn.

I never thought about it. I never dreamed of such a thing. Not until the day it happened. Until I lost everyone I loved.

In that single moment, my world shattered. The safety and warmth of my family, the familiar laughter, the unconditional love - all ripped away, leaving a gaping void. The pain was indescribable, an unrelenting ache that gnawed at my soul. I felt as if I had been pushed into an abyss, suffocating under the weight of my despair. The memories of that day are etched in my mind, a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the cruel hand of fate.

I remember the disbelief, the hollow numbness that set in. I wandered through the day it happened like a ghost, a mere shadow of my former self. The nights were the worst, filled with nightmares that left me gasping for breath, drenched in cold sweat. I would wake up hoping it had all been a terrible dream, only to be faced with the cold, hard reality. They were gone. All of them. And I was alone.

The grief was consuming, a dark, insidious force that threatened to pull me down. But in the midst of the grief, a burning determination began to take shape. I knew I had to find a way to go on, to honour her memory. I had to uncover the truth, understand why this had happened, and seek justice for those I had lost. It was this purpose that kept me going, that gave me a reason to get up every morning and face the world anew.

My journey has been filled with pain and discovery, moments of despair and flashes of hope. I have delved into the mysteries of my past, uncovered secrets that were meant to remain hidden, and embraced a destiny I could never have imagined. It has been a path of transformation, of learning to accept the unimaginable and finding strength in the face of overwhelming odds.

Now, as I stand on the precipice of a new chapter, I invite you to walk with me through the story of my life. To see the world through my eyes, to feel the pain and the hope, the love and the loss. To understand what it means to be chosen and to carry the weight of that responsibility.

This is my story, and it begins on a night like any other, with a simple ritual and a world-changing revelation:

I chanted in Polish, saying "Roots and Bones" over and over until all the candles went out. My bedroom was now lit only by the moon. The night grew quiet, as if all the sounds had disappeared once the ritual started, even the crickets in the grass. It felt like everything around, from bugs to the breeze, could sense the energy my spell was creating.

At first, I felt scared and disappointed. Nothing seemed to happen except for the eerie silence. I thought about looking in our family spell book to fix the failed ritual, but then a sharp pain hit me. It was like a thousand needles stabbing me, injecting something into my veins. I hated the feeling of stuff going into my body, but this was worse than anything I'd ever felt.

The pain got worse, and it felt like something was moving inside me. I panicked and tried to stop it with my hands, but it didn't work. I fell to my knees, my eyes filled with tears. I couldn't see anything, so I crawled to my bed, hoping the pain would stop. I hugged my knees, closed my eyes, and tried to think about something else.

I imagined myself in a peaceful forest where the sun filtered through the leaves, casting a soft glow on the forest floor. The rustling leaves whispered secrets known only to nature, and the air smelled of fresh moss and pine.

For a moment, I was transported away from my pain, enjoying the calming peace of the imaginary forest. The serene ambiance gave me a brief respite from my troubles. My body relaxed and I felt calmer.