Alethea is a kind-hearted girl carrying the weight of the Magic Dimension on her shoulders. Read as she tries to find her place in a world full of chaos, while she herself is anything but. Adjusting to a life filled with danger when all she wants is...
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Alethea's POV:
The nightmare unfolded like a twisted version of reality, a scene so horrifying it felt more real than any dream should. The moment I saw the scattered bodies, the overwhelming stench of iron filled the air, and my breath caught in my throat. My pulse raced as a sense of helplessness gripped me. Each corpse seemed familiar, and as I waded through the chaos, every step felt like a betrayal of my own mind.
The blood painted the room in grotesque splatters, as if someone had carelessly thrown buckets of red across the walls, staining everything that once felt safe. It dripped from the ceiling in slow, mocking droplets, a cruel reminder that this wasn't something I could escape from. My hands trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat coating my palms as I clenched my fists to stop the shaking.
Then, I looked up—and there he was.
My brother. His eyes, once warm and filled with love, were now vacant, void of any emotion. A shiver ran down my spine as I tried to comprehend the sight of him standing there, untouched by the horror around him, as though it had all been his doing.
"Why?" The question fell from my lips, barely more than a whisper at first. It wasn't just a plea for an explanation—it was a cry for understanding, for the love that seemed to have evaporated in that moment. But the words were fragile, as if speaking them would break me apart. "Why?!"
My heart pounded painfully in my chest, each beat growing heavier with despair. The pressure built as though the very air around me was tightening, squeezing the life out of my lungs. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. The world around me dissolved into the blur of my tears, the weight of the loss crashing over me like waves threatening to pull me under.
All I wanted was my family back, intact and whole, the way it used to be. I wanted this nightmare to end, to wake up and find my brother smiling, my home untainted by tragedy. But the nightmare had already sunk its claws into my mind, and even as I woke, the residue of terror clung to me.
Bolting upright, my heart still raced, and my cheeks were wet with tears that mirrored those from the nightmare. The darkness of the room did little to comfort me, my pillow damp with the fear that lingered. Hugging it tightly to my chest, I tried to steady my breathing, as if clinging to it might keep me grounded in reality, but the dread still gnawed at my thoughts. The line between the dream and reality blurred too much to feel safe.
I didn't want to close my eyes again, terrified of being dragged back into that horrific scene. Yet all I longed for now was the solace of sleep, without the looming terror waiting to greet me.
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Stella's complaints about the food had become white noise, barely registering as I stared out at the rain-soaked window. The gloomy, gray sky outside seemed to mirror the weight in my chest. I could feel my friends exchanging glances, their concern for my distant behavior unspoken but palpable.
