Veiled Bonds

Anastasia's Revelation

The memories of that fateful day linger in the recesses of my mind like an indelible stain, refusing to fade with the passage of time. It was a day when the world as I knew it crumbled beneath the weight of revelation, and the supernatural, once confined to the realm of myth, emerged from the shadows to claim dominion over our reality.

I was just seven years old, blissfully unaware of the impending chaos that awaited outside the comforting walls of our home. The news blared through the television, each word a harbinger of the tumultuous events that would follow. The supernaturals, tired of clandestine existence, had chosen to expose themselves to a world ill-prepared for their might.

Governments, with all their advanced technology and military prowess, stood powerless before the supernatural forces that erupted like a storm. It was a truth the authorities had long concealed, conducting clandestine experiments on a few unsuspecting beings. The revelation, however, was not one of their choosing. The supernaturals had discovered the atrocities committed in the name of science, and in their fury, they decided that silence was no longer an option.

The presidents of nations fell like dominos, victims of an unseen hand that wielded power beyond human comprehension. The announcement was both a proclamation of dominance and a chilling warning: submit or face destruction. I, a mere child at the time, could do nothing but watch as my world unraveled.

Once shielded by the mundane veil of normalcy, my family now huddled together in fear. My parents, their faces etched with horror, clung to each other as the weight of the supernatural revelation settled upon us. My older sister, Hannah, her eyes betraying courage born of necessity, gathered my one-year-old brother Rony in her arms. We retreated to the safety of our bedroom as if the walls could shield us from the chaos unfolding beyond.

The windows were sealed, the locks secured, and the curtains drawn tightly to shut out the nightmare that had become our reality. In the darkness, we waited, each strained breath a testament to the uncertainty that hung in the air. My parents, normally beacons of strength, instructed us with a gravity that sent shivers down my spine—no noise, no matter what happened outside.

The distant screams and the muffled announcements served as an eerie backdrop to our enforced silence. Rony, my youngest sibling, unable to comprehend the magnitude of the situation, cried inconsolably. My mother's sobs joined the cacophony, a symphony of despair that reverberated through our sanctuary.

Then, a message arrived simultaneously on myparents' phones, a digital decree that echoed the ominous warnings fromoutside. The ultimatum was clear: comply or face the consequences. Thefragility of our existence hung by the thinnest of threads, and as the gravityof our new reality settled in, I couldn't shake the feeling that our lives wereforever changed. The world outside may have succumbed to the supernatural, butwithin the confines of our trembling haven, we were prisoners to a fate we hadyet to comprehend.