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 a while to keep her safe.
However, fate had a di...
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In the haunting realm between sleep and consciousness, a chilling presence loomed a spectral figure draped in an ethereal white, a stark contrast 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 contorted, transforming into the dreaded White Witch embodiment of icy malevolence that had haunted Narnia for generations.
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 cut through me like icy daggers, evoking an overwhelming sense of fear and despair. I shook my head frantically, tears streaming down my cheeks, refusing to succumb to the terror that threatened to engulf me. "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."
Each syllable felt like an anchor dragging me into an abyss of despair, a terrifying reminder of a legacy I desperately sought to defy. I screamed in protest, my cries echoing through the spectral plane, tears blurring my vision as I fought against the suffocating grasp of her words. "No, I won't! I won't become like you!"
The weight of her words bore down upon me, a suffocating sense of inevitability looming in the air. In the throes of this torment, a distant light flickered a beacon of hope amid the engulfing darkness. With every fiber of my being, I clung to the notion that I had the power to forge my own destiny, to defy the chilling legacy that my mother's dark presence represented.
Struggling for breath, I startled awake, my heart pounding and my breaths coming in rapid gasps. Grasping onto the tangible reality around me, I sought solace in the waking world, the haunting remnants of the nightmare gradually fading, 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, mirroring the sudden revelation dawning upon me. A fleeting exchange of astonishment flitted between us, culminating in a sheepish smile that graced his lips.
In an attempt to lighten the sudden tension, I leaned back, a nervous chuckle escaping me as I tried to disentangle myself from our inadvertent closeness. "I, um, didn't mean to... I mean, the nightmare—" I stumbled over my words, my cheeks flushed with a deepening sense of embarrassment.
