Vesper
[ves-per]
~evening star
Paige Krasikeva died, her last breath escaping in the arms of her first love, Derek Hale. Her death left Derek shattered, a void in his heart that nothing could fill.
Yet, though Paige's body perished, her soul did not...
She flipped to the next page and discovered a list of names, numbering around twenty to thirty by her estimate. What struck her as peculiar was that each entry comprised two names, written side by side.
As her eyes scanned the list, she reached the final entry and a realization struck her with the force of a revelation:
Sylvia Paige Sommers Voronov - Paige Krasikeva
The significance was clear: one name belonged to the original body owner and the other to the soul that now inhabited it.
So, she was destined to find a white raven that would be her companion. This meant that the original Sylvia had encountered this raven, and now it fell upon her to seek it out.
Would the raven come to her if she whistled? Sylvia knew the answers lay within the lavender journal—the very journal the original Sylvia had left specifically for her...
"Fuck, I really need to read it!" she thought.
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In Derek's dream, he finds himself in a sunlit classroom from the past, where the air is filled with the sound of laughter. Paige is there, her smile radiant as she teases him about his latest mishap with a math problem. The warmth of her presence is palpable, her eyes twinkling with joy.
They share a quiet moment together in the corner of the room. Paige sits at her cello, her fingers moving gracefully over the strings. The melody she plays is a love song only they seem to know, filling the room with a gentle, enchanting sound. Derek listens, captivated by the way her lips move as she hums along, her beauty more vivid than he ever remembered.
The world feels perfect as if nothing could ever disturb this fragile bubble of happiness. But then, without warning, the scene shifts abruptly.
The light fades, and a heavy darkness engulfs the space. Derek's heart races as he sees Paige lying motionless, her once beautiful face now pale and lifeless. The ground beneath her is stained with dark blood, a cruel reminder of the tragic end that stole her from him. The contrast between the vibrant memories and the stark reality is jarring, a painful echo of loss.
Derek reaches out to her, his fingers brushing against the cold, dark surface. The dream seems to stretch on endlessly, the joyful past slipping away like sand through his fingers, leaving him grappling with the haunting finality of her death.
He wakes up with a gasp, his neon blue eyes shining, which reflects on the window, it makes him hate himself more, every time he sees them.
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It was 7:45 am, and her parents were still asleep, definitely sleeping in.
She left them a note, and a text telling them that she had gone for a nature walk.
She left her hair open and took a sling bag with the purple journal, the old Voronov book, along with some sweet bread to use as bait to find the white raven. She took her car and drove towards the preserve.
She sat on the hood of her car, pulled out the lavender journal, and started to read it.
'I never wanted to die, but fate was not on my side, I could have died and seen the death of the Voronov legacy but I didn't have the heart to break my parent's heart.
They call me Silver because I am their silver lining. Mom had many complications during pregnancy, she even lost her baby twice. She is a strong woman and Dad is a big crybaby but he is Mom's biggest supporter. They are both each other's biggest supporter.
By the way, Mom doesn't have magic, as Grandma told me, she was born without any magic, it sometimes happens if the coming generations are stronger. This means you are pretty strong.
I was their hope, the one thing that kept them happy after all the losses they faced, that is why I couldn't die right in front of their eyes.'
She turned the page,
'The white raven found me before I found you, it kept pecking at my window, on one morning, it was more excited for me to die and to meet you, the bird was truly fucking annoying unlike its mate, she was a calm and composed raven and I really did enjoy it when Blackie used to peck at the annoying white one.
I have not given the white one a name as it is meant to be truly yours whereas the Blackie is a part of me, please do take good care of her.
And you just need to whistle to call them, and they might seem a little cranky at first but if you give them treats, they will immediately be won over, they are greedy as fuck.'
Under the entry, there was a picture of the two ravens attached:
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"Off to raven tracking I guess..." she murmured to herself.
