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the dark lord part 3

I woke up with a gasp, disoriented, in a cold, dark room. My limbs felt heavy as if they were made of lead. My head throbbed incessantly. I tried to remember how I got here, but the fog in my mind refused to clear. The last thing I could recall was no, that wasn't right. There was something before that. Something important. Something about a dark lord? was it all a dream? was it even real? why can't I remember anything? it felt as if I was dreaming before.

As I struggled to collect my thoughts, I realized that my clothes had been exchanged for a plain white nightgown. I sat up, feeling a pang of fear in my chest. This wasn't right. Where was I? And more importantly, who had put me here?

I tried to stand, but my legs were weak and wobbly. I made my way over to the door, feeling my way along the wall until I found the doorknob. With a shaking hand, I turned it and pushed the door open.

The room beyond was dimly lit, the walls lined with bookshelves and adorned with strange symbols I didn't recognize. A large, ornate throne sat at the far end, its cushion empty. I felt a chill run down my spine as I took a step forward, a sense of foreboding settling heavily in my stomach.

"Hello?" I called out, my voice shaking. "Is anyone here?" There was no answer, only the soft rustling of pages from the books on the shelves. "Hello? I'm not whoever you think I am. I don't belong here. Please, just tell me what's going on. I don't belong here, I need to get back to the queen, she must be worried about me" I cried out.

I walked a few more steps, my heart pounding in my ears. As I neared the throne, I noticed a piece of parchment lying on the floor nearby. Curiosity getting the better of me, I stooped to pick it up. As I unfolded it, my eyes widened in horror. It was a map, with a single, burning red X marking a location in the center. the queen's castles. Written beneath it were the words, "The ritual begins tonight."

"No," I whispered. "No, this can't be happening." Frantically, I searched the room for anything that might help me, but found nothing. The only exit was the door I had come through. I had to find a way out, had to stop whatever it was that was about to happen. I had to save myself.

Ignoring the protests of my aching body, I forced myself to my feet and stumbled toward the door. As I made my way down the hallway, I found myself in a larger chamber filled with candles and the flickering light of countless fireplaces. A dark figure stood at the center of the room, their back turned to me.

"Wait!" I cried out, my voice cracking. "Please, you don't understand! I'm not who you think I am!" The figure turned slowly, revealing the face of the dark lord from my dreams. He smiled coldly.

"Oh, love?" he said, his voice smooth and seductive. "You're exactly who I think you are."

My heart skipped a beat as he stepped closer, his eyes boring into mine. There was something about him, something dangerous and alluring all at once. "You are the one," he continued, "the chosen one. You have been brought here for a reason."

I tried to back away, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot. "No," I managed to choke out. "I don't want this. I don't want to be part of whatever you're planning."

He stepped even closer, so close that I could feel his breath on my skin. "Ah, love," he purred, "you are already a part of it. You always have been." His hand reached up, tracing a finger along my jawline. something about his touch felt familiar "You are the key to my victory, the missing piece of the puzzle. Embrace it, my dear."

As his words sank in, I felt a strange sensation wash over me. Part of me wanted to resist, to fight against the inevitable, but another part found myself drawn to him, to the power and certainty in his voice. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against mine, and for a moment, I forgot everything else. that was going around me. All of this felt like deja vu as if I had seen something like this happen before, which was causing me a head ache the more I think about it.