Have you ever heard of scary stories told in the dark? What if you were wiped of your whole past life forgetting about who you are and your whole family history and after one tiny encounter everything starts to unfold
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Circe blackmen
Chapter 2: Awakening
The sanctuary was bathed in the soft glow of early morning light, the ancient symbols etched into its walls seeming to pulse gently as the new day began. For two long months, Circe lay in her deep magic sleep, her friends and family attending to her, waiting for the day she would awaken. This morning, however, was different. There was a shift in the air, a sense of anticipation.
Melo had spent the night by her side, a constant vigil that he and the others took turns maintaining. As he read aloud from one of her favorite books, he noticed something subtle but significant: her fingers twitched. He sat up straight, his heart pounding with a mixture of hope and disbelief.
"Circe?" he whispered, his voice catching in his throat.
Her eyes, closed for so long, fluttered slightly before opening. She blinked, disoriented, her gaze slowly focusing on Melo's face. "M-Melo?" she croaked, her voice weak from disuse.
"Circe! You're awake!" he exclaimed, unable to contain his joy. He quickly called out to the others. "Everyone, come quick! Circe's awake!"
The sanctuary filled with the sound of running feet. Her father, Mya, Shaun, KJ, and Tae all rushed into the room, their faces a mixture of astonishment and elation.
"Circe!" her father cried, dropping to his knees beside her. "We've missed you so much."
Circe tried to sit up, her movements slow and unsteady. "How long... how long was I out?" she asked.
"Two months," Melo said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "You've been in a deep magic coma because the power was too much for your body to handle."
Tears welled up in Circe's eyes. "I can't believe I'm finally awake. I've missed so much, haven't I?"
"You have," Mya said, her voice gentle. "But we'll catch you up on everything."
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Over the next few days, Circe gradually regained her strength. Surrounded by her friends and family, she learned about all she had missed during her coma. Melo and her father had grown close, their shared concern for her forging a strong bond. Mya and Shaun had become an official couple, marking the occasion by exchanging promise rings. KJ and Tae had spent the time training, perfecting their abilities while ensuring the sanctuary remained safe.
As Circe absorbed the news, she felt a sense of contentment wash over her. Despite the trials they had faced, the bonds between them had only strengthened.
One evening, she sat with her father in the attic, where they tended to the relics and artifacts collected over generations. Circe held the Devil's Memoir, its dark energy now dormant. "It's time to put this back where it belongs," she said, her voice resolute.
Her father nodded, watching as she carefully placed the memoir back in its ancient hiding place. "You've done well, Circe. Fulfilling our family's legacy and becoming the ultimate Scarlet Witch is no small feat."
