( 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 )
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
⸻ Cordelia Winterbourne's ordinary life with her mother was shattered by the onset of war, prompting Cordelia's mother to make a gut-wrenching decision by sending her daughter away for...
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In the haunting space between sleep and wakefulness, a cold presence emerged—a spectral figure draped in ethereal white, stark against the surrounding darkness.
As I struggled to comprehend the apparition before me, the figure morphed, materializing into the likeness of my mother, yet not the loving, tender presence I once knew. Instead, Her form twisted into the dreaded White Witch, the embodiment of icy malice that had long haunted Narnia.
Her voice, an eerie blend of familiarity and dread, resonated through the void, weaving a chilling prophecy that sent shivers down my spine.
"You will follow my path," she intoned with a chilling certainty that rattled my very core. "It is your destiny, child."
The words pierced me like icy daggers, flooding me with fear and despair. I shook my head violently, tears streaking down my cheeks, resisting the terror that clawed at my heart. "No, I won't become like you! I refuse!"
Yet her presence remained unyielding, her gaze piercing through my soul. "You cannot escape it. The darkness runs in your blood. Embrace your true nature, Seraphina."
The weight of her words pressed heavily upon me, a suffocating sense of inevitability looming in the air. Yet, amid the engulfing darkness, a distant light flickered—a small beacon of hope. With every fiber of my being, I clung to the belief that I could forge my own path, that I had the power to defy the chilling legacy my mother’s dark presence sought to impose.
Struggling for breath, I jolted awake, my heart hammering and breaths coming in rapid gasps. Clutching at the tangible reality around me, I sought comfort in the waking world. The haunting remnants of the nightmare slowly faded, leaving me trembling, yet resolute.
Amid my awakening, I found myself entangled with Edmund, our forms inadvertently intertwined in the depths of slumber. The sudden realization struck me like a lightning bolt, and I froze, acutely aware of the proximity between us. A whirlwind of embarrassment and indefinable emotions stirred within me, stirring my racing heart.
Beneath the gentle glow of the sun's filtered rays, Edmund's eyes slowly flickered open, reflecting the sudden realization dawning upon me. A brief glance of astonishment passed between us, followed by a sheepish smile that softened his expression.
Trying to ease the tension, I leaned back, a nervous chuckle escaping me as I fumbled to disentangle from our inadvertent closeness.
"I, um, didn’t mean to… I mean, the nightmare—" I stammered, cheeks warming with a flush of embarrassment.
Edmund nodded in understanding, his gaze carrying a reassuring warmth that diffused the awkwardness of the situation. "It's alright, happens to the best of us. Nightmares can be quite disorienting."
