Cassiopeia Forbes has spent years distancing herself from Mystic Falls-a town steeped in memories of her younger sister, Caroline, and the mother she never truly connected with. Leaving at just nine year old to live with her father, Cassie vowed nev...
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The atmosphere in the room felt like the calm after a storm. Everyone was starting to feel better—Damon, though still pale, continued to drain blood bags one after another, while Bonnie looked much healthier, her strength gradually returning. The tension that had gripped us all just moments ago was beginning to ease.
Jeremy broke the silence, his voice filled with curiosity. “How did you do that without any spells?”
I looked at him, still trying to comprehend it myself. “I don’t know, Jeremy. I just focused, and it happened.”
“So, you don’t have to use spells like Bonnie?” he asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.
I shrugged, feeling the weight of the unknown pressing on me. “I’m not sure about that.”
Bonnie’s voice was soft but steady. “What did you find out, Cassie?”
The memory of Lyra’s revelations hit me like a wave, but before I could respond, a sharp edge of anger cut through me. “I’ll tell you everything, but first—where’s Katherine?”
Elena rolled her eyes, her tone laced with irritation. “She got bored and left.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, still not convinced. Katherine’s unpredictability made me uneasy.
Bonnie offered, “If you want, I can put a spell around us, so nobody outside this room can hear what we’re saying.”
I shook my head, knowing she’d already been through enough tonight. “It’s okay, Bonnie. You’ve done more than enough.”
“It’s just a simple spell,” she insisted, closing her eyes and chanting softly under her breath. Within seconds, she opened them again. “Okay, we’re ready.”
Caroline raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?”
Bonnie nodded, confirming the spell’s success.
I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of what I was about to share. “So, I found out that I’m a Starweaver—one is born every thousand years. I was actually born in 1902, not 1989. My mom tried to kill me, but Lyra—the previous Starweaver—made a deal with her to protect me until now.”
Damon, never missing a beat, quipped, “So, are we going to celebrate your century birthday?”
Everyone shot him a weird look, but he just shrugged. “What? I’m stating the facts.”
Stefan’s voice cut through the tension, always the practical one. “So, what kind of power do you possess?”
I frowned, the frustration bubbling up again. “I’m still not sure. Lyra said I need to find out for myself.”
Caroline leaned forward. “But I thought she would help you?”
I sighed, feeling the loss of Lyra’s presence more deeply than I expected. “I thought so too, but she said she’s already helped me enough by protecting me. She wants peace now.”
