Shadows of the Past

Unbreakable

Consciousness slammed into me with a violent force, my body jolting against the cold stone floor. My eyes snapped open, only to be met with the searing sting of air thick with the pungent scent of sweat and fear. Sticky liquid coated my face, a cocktail of my own blood and sweat mingling together in a sickening display. Desperately, I reached up to touch my face, feeling the jagged edges of my split forehead and the hard bone of my skull underneath. Nausea churned in my stomach as I forced myself to push it down, focusing instead on the unforgiving stone beneath me that served as a constant reminder of our dire situation. Groaning, I shifted onto my side and turned to see Ominis beside me, his usually stoic face twisted with agony. And then there was Anne—my heart clenched at the sight of her frightened expression, tears streaming down her dirt-streaked cheeks. This wasn't just a nightmare, this was our grim reality.

The grotesque scene before us was a twisted nightmare come to life. Anne's once elegant body was now a contorted and bound mess, held captive by sinister spells that pulsed with an eerie green aura. The sickly light cast shadows over her already pale skin, making her look like a corpse risen from the grave. Her blood-curdling screams reverberated through the darkness, each one like a razor-sharp blade slicing through my heart. And there stood my brother Silas, his wicked wand in hand, relishing in Anne's agony as he watched with a cruel grin on his face.

She thrashed against her restraints with all her might, but it was no use. The dark magic coiled around her like vengeful serpents, constricting tighter with every anguished movement. "Please," she gasped between sobs, her voice raw with pain. "Make it stop."

But there was no mercy to be found in this place. I could see the torment etched into her features, the way her brow furrowed in agony and despair. The captors loomed over her, their wands tracing cruel patterns in the air as they unleashed spells that left searing trails along her skin. The very air seemed to hum with their malevolent intent, each incantation a brutal assault not just on Anne's body but on her spirit as well.

Silas's malevolent grin stretched into a cruel smirk as he spoke to Anne, his voice laced with venom and malice. "You owe this all to Ophelia," he sneered, the words dripping like poison from his lips, "She is the one who dragged you all into this wretched mess." His obsidian eyes glinted with a dangerous spark as he turned to me, waiting for my reaction with sadistic anticipation.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and useless against the horror unfolding before me. This was torture in its purest form, designed to break us all – Ominis and I were forced to bear witness as they tore away at Anne's will piece by excruciating piece. And even as I struggled against the invisible force keeping me pinned down, I knew that the true chains were those of our own helplessness, gnawing away at our hearts with every gut-wrenching scream that escaped from Anne's lips.

Beyond the cold, unyielding stone walls, a cacophony of clashes and screams reverberated with an ominous intensity. My heart pounded against my chest as I felt a surge of raw emotion flood through me - but it wasn't my own. It was Sebastian's, a desperate determination clawing its way through the fog of our despair.

In the suffocating darkness of our captivity, his presence was a bright beacon, his unwavering resolve cutting through the miles between us. Every laboured breath carried his desperate push through the labyrinthine corridors, his potent magic erupting in violent bursts that shattered barriers and vanquished adversaries. How was he able to do this? We were forbidden from using any magic here.

A fierce satisfaction bloomed within me as I pictured him, wand slashing through the air with expert precision, spells exploding from its tip with deadly force. His face, marked by the intensity of battle, would be etched with determination, his jaw set in a firm line as he fought relentlessly toward his goal. A guard crumpled to the ground, life snuffed out in an instant, unable to withstand Sebastian's unyielding advance. The dull thud of their body hitting stone echoed in my mind like a sombre drumbeat, underscoring the gravity of his mission.