The real twilight

Part 22

I go upstairs to my room to meditate. Sometimes, during my meditation, I see things that shouldn't be real. I see three men: one with dark black hair, one with blond hair, and one with brown hair. They all have dark red eyes and often sit on thrones, almost as if they were kings. I witnessed them talking to a person who was in chains. The man with black hair pointed and said something that I couldn't make out. Suddenly, a bright white light appeared, and I saw a female figure that I had seen before, though I couldn't remember where.

She mouthed, "Find the truth."

Before I could delve deeper into the meaning of her message, I was startled by the sudden sound of the door swinging open and then shutting with a soft thud. I blinked away the remnants of my vision and found Anna and Damon standing before me. Anna's expression was fierce, her eyes ablaze with a tempestuous fury.

"What happened?" I ask.

"She heard what Sam did to Leah," Damon said.

"Oh"

Anna flopped onto my bed, her exasperation evident as she let out a dramatic sigh. "Who would do that to such a nice girl?" she lamented, her voice tinged with disbelief.

I smirked and replied, "A person whose oxygen is being diverted from their brain to a different part of their body."

Her laughter danced through the room, a bright contrast to the tension. Just then, Damon leaned against the doorframe, his trademark smirk playing on his lips. "So, how was Jake?" he asked, his eyebrow raised in playful curiosity.

I smiled, a warmth spreading through me. "He's good. We're almost done with the car," I replied, thinking of those long afternoons spent working together in his garage.