𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

Curiouser and curiouser

"Sera, are you alright?" Elias' hand was at her elbow and his touch calmed her nerves. She turned to him and his eyes widened.

"What is it?" She asked, her voice breathless. Elias smoothed a curl back away from her face, examining her eyes.

"Your eyes...they're purple." He said as if Sera did not know the color of her own eyes.

"Yes, I know that. They've always been purple." She snapped, shoving his hand away from her face.

Elias shook his head. "No, they're a deep purple now, Sera. A couple shades darker than usual."

He wished he had a mirror to show her since it appeared she did not believe his words alone.

"That's nonsense, one's eyes don't change color." Sera turned away from Elias, thinking about the buzzing feeling in her body. The sensation seemed to disappear the closer she was to him. But it hadn't left completely.

Creating some distance between them she felt the feeling return, pulling her towards a dark corridor. She took a step forward, and then another and another.

With each step, the feeling in her body grew stronger. It was almost as if her body had a mind of its own; leading her down the corridors, taking turn after turn as if she had spent her whole life in these halls.

She heard the faint sound of Elias behind her and she hadn't even realized she had left him. She didn't know anything but this overwhelming desire to follow the feeling.

"Serafina!" Elias' voice came too late and Sera ran right into a pair of heavy wooden doors.

She muttered a word that would've sent Aunt Gladys to an early grave and tugged on the metal handle. The door didn't budge an inch.

"I have to get this open." Sera tried again, this time several times harder than before. Still, the door did not open.
She pressed her ear to the wood, hoping to hear something that would give her a clue as to what lay behind it.

Not a single sound protruded through the wood.

"Sera, this door has been locked for years, decades even. No one has gone in or out for just as long." Elias placed his hand on the door, right by Sera's eyes.
"It's no use, you would need the key and that's been missing since I was a boy."

Serafina shook her head, her curls bouncing angrily. "There is someone...or something in there. I have to get inside this door."

Although she knew it was useless, Elias was right of course; she would need the key to unlock and open the door, she tried pulling again.

"Why? Can you please tell me what is so urgent that you must race down here like a madwoman?" The look on his face was one of concern and Sera's stomach dropped. She hated frightening him or causing him to worry, she hadn't meant to.

"I-I don't know. I just felt like I needed to come down here, even now I still feel as if I need to get behind this door." She pinched the bridge of her nose, her skin still felt numb and tingly.

She wished she had an answer for Elias but each time she tried nothing surfaced. She didn't know what was happening to her anymore than he did.

A pair of footsteps jolted her from her thoughts and she ducked behind a pillar, pulling Elias with her.

"What are you doing?"
"Someone's coming." She didn't like the shiver that went down her spine or the way her muscles tensed at the sound.
"I thought you were looking for people, why are we hiding?" Elias asked, peeking around her shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of whoever was making their way down the hall.

Sera hushed him by placing her hand over his mouth. She could hear voices conversing, but not in any language she knew.

The voices stopped at the door she and Elias had just been at and the sound of keys jingling in the lock followed soon afterwards. Sera could make out two separate voices, one lower and an octave deeper than the other.

That one sounded angry with the other, she could tell by the sharp enunciation on certain syllables followed by what she could only make out the sound of one behind hit across the head.

She stifled a laugh.