After breakfast, Penelope went up to her room, remembering the book. She found the pink-and-gold cover with its silvery, loopy writing embossed in the hard cover.
She slid into her bed, shutting the shimmery pink privacy curtains as she did. Holding the book in her hands, she ran her fingers over the glossy script on the front cover. As soon as she finished the final 'L', a power shot through her fingers and into her mind, mesmerising her, holding her captive. Her eyes flickered between white and green and her mouth dropped open and snapped shut like a fish out of water. As the power left her body, she heard a strained whisper.
++Read on.++
Penelope obediently opened the book, half-hypnotised. Her will was only a wall of paper, not brick like it normally was. She wouldn't have done anything for anyone, she wouldn't have done anything extreme, but she certainly would have done anything within reason for that voice. And reading the book was most definitely within reason.
'Storms of The Evil by Regina Cantaloupe
People say The Evil is bad, corrupt, the worst choice anyone could make.
It's not.
It's the opposite.
Wardens are one-sided, biased people. They think only of themselves when they say The Evil is bad.
But many people have found themselves through The Evil.
I am one of those people.'
Penelope was going to read on, but Persephone came marching in. Seeing her sister's privacy curtains down, she got curious and pulled the curtains back. "Whatcha doing?"
"Nothing you need to worry about!" Penelope snarled in a voice that was most definitely not hers. When she looked up, Persephone could see her sister's glassy eyes and blank expression and knew it wasn't Penelope talking. It was some higher power, speaking through her. "Go away!"
Persephone reached out a hand to touch her sister, but recoiled as her sister bit her. "I said," the voice rasped, "go away."
Persephone did as she was told. More than that. She fled from the room, charged down the stairs, flung open the door and ran off.
She had no idea where she was after half an hour of jog-walking and fifteen minutes of sprinting. The neighbourhood was quiet, unfamiliar and scary. Persephone looked around, seeing no sign of life, and sat down sadly by the roadside.
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