Blade institute: the unseen prophecy

33

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the vast field where Rian and I sat. The soft murmur of our laughter filled the warm afternoon air, the world around us quiet and serene. It was a rare moment of peace, a fleeting escape from the chaos that had enveloped my life. Rian's presence had always been a comfort, a grounding force amidst the turmoil, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to forget everything else.

But peace, as I had come to learn, was always short-lived.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure moving toward us with alarming speed. My heart clenched as I recognized my mother, her face contorted in desperation and something else, something wild and unhinged. The tranquility shattered, replaced by a mounting dread that crawled up my spine.

"Give me money! You need to come back with me!" Her voice cut through the air, sharp and frantic. Her words were not a plea but a command, laced with an urgency that made my blood run cold.

Panic surged through me as she reached for me, her fingers curling around a fistful of my hair. The pain was immediate, but it was the sheer force of her desperation that truly frightened me. She wasn't the woman I remembered; this was someone who had been pushed to the edge, teetering on the brink of something dark and dangerous.

"No! You're not my mother! You're awful, and I hate you!" The words burst from me before I could stop them, fueled by years of repressed anger and fear. I shoved her away with all the strength I could muster, the force of my emotions driving me to act.

Rian was on his feet in an instant, his face a mask of fury and disbelief. "Leave her alone!" he spat, positioning himself between me and my mother, his protective instincts kicking in. His stance was rigid, his fists clenched at his sides, ready to fight if necessary.

The situation escalated with terrifying speed. Another figure appeared beside my mother—a man I didn't recognize, his expression twisted with anger. He hurled curses at Rian, his words venomous and filled with malice. The air crackled with tension as the man lunged forward, his hand flashing with the glint of a small knife.

"Get off her!" I screamed, the sound of my own voice barely cutting through the chaos. My mother's grip on my arm tightened, her nails digging into my skin as she tried to drag me away, her desperation giving her a strength I hadn't known she possessed.

Rian and the man were locked in a brutal struggle, their bodies colliding with a force that sent them both crashing to the ground. Fists flew, each punch landing with sickening precision, the knife glinting dangerously between them. I could see the strain on Rian's face, the intensity of the fight pushing him to his limits.

My heart pounded in my ears, each beat a reminder of how helpless I felt, trapped between my mother's unrelenting grip and the chaos unfolding in front of me. I fought against her hold, my fear and anger giving me the strength to push her away once more. But she was relentless, her eyes wild with a determination I had never seen before.

Suddenly, the doors of the Institute burst open, and the Headmaster came rushing out, his voice a booming command that sliced through the tension like a knife. "Enough!"

In an instant, everything changed. Roger and Jack, two of the Institute's strongest members, appeared at the Headmaster's side, their expressions grim and resolute. They moved quickly, pulling my mother and her companion away with a force that left no room for resistance.

"You're not welcome here!" the Headmaster's voice was firm, his authority absolute. His words were final, and in the presence of such power, my mother and the man who had attacked Rian had no choice but to relent. They were escorted away, their protests and curses falling on deaf ears.

But the damage was done. The shame and humiliation of what had just happened washed over me in waves, overwhelming in its intensity. I felt exposed, vulnerable in a way I hadn't experienced before, and the weight of it all was too much to bear.

I fled to my room, the tears streaming down my face blurring my vision. I slammed the door behind me, desperate to shut out the world, to hide from the storm of emotions raging inside me. Anger, embarrassment, confusion—they all collided, creating a tempest that I couldn't control.