~~~Amyra's POV~~~
It's been seven weeks since Avora's death. I actually didn't want her to die THIS soon. I don't know how it turned out that way. But my instincts told me Ashton was somehow related to this. But unsure of what to believe, I never confronted him.
Things have actually drastically changed after her death. Kelvin has left. None of us know where. Not even Silvee. Nicole keeps me updated about the happenings around there. Ever since Michelle escaped, nothing has been good. We have had no news of Michelle since she disappeared a month ago. I suspect Nikon has figured something out, but he will never be able to find Ned or Merope. After all, it's me who's behind it.
I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, remembering the time of the accident. Had Delvus not trusted me back then, this won't have ever, ever happened.
I was so small back then. Driving with my dad.....in our car....just me and dad......we were so, so happy! Suddenely, dad tried to scare me, by saying "boo" out loud, and...... I wiped the tears that had slipped out of my eyes, remembering that incident. I cherished each and every detail of it. It was the last time that I had spent with my dad. I had never met my dad ever since I died.
I pushed away the thoughts, and dreaded the next moment. The next thing that came to my mind was: Even Avora had died that way. Which meant just one thing. She was sure to be reborn as one of us. Rather, one like us. I'm sure she would oppose us.
It was already getting late to reach the ceremony of reviving one of us. It's the only ceremony of the month. I wonder if they would choose Avora or someone else. Dressed in a black full length dress, I sat on the carpeted floor of my house in the wood and enchanted the spell. Soon, I found myself amongst people who were doing the same.
I stood up, as the one entered. We took our respective places, and joined our hands, linked our fingers, and moved our eyes till they were on the opposite corners of the eyeball.
The one started reading the sspells from the piece of paper, as we repeated them in a whisper, as always.
Spellocus seven everidoct jirendi selenon juvenile sirikno entyring velora. Granti bloonan cranky spreador. Jonah resotto peacek. Crooner trink hail. Dorondo speekire fretto. Newan lava quitto zenona. reality tranosti. Arondictus zaccio. Pretta xequin yuntrè. Sperovus.
We moved our eyes slowly back to normal, as a bit of our souls joined to ignite the fire in the golden circle. The bits of our souls returned back to us, feeling stronger than ever. I hid my face, eager yet afraid to know who it was.
The one moved towards the door, which was closed behind him. My friend Raven approached me right after.
"Amyra. Here you are. I've been searching for you since ages! I would like to know if that silly Avora is stilll alive-"
"She's dead. And she died THAT way.", I cut him off, a tinge of fear, disappointment and dread in my voice. As always, the hallway turned dark, and the door opened. We found our way out ibto the graveyard from where the souls came into their bodies. That walk brings back the memoriess of how I had met Raven. Both of us had been revived at the same time, like a miracle, because only one is to be revived. Once out of the place, we had begun tracing our ways back, only after we turned into good friends, practically knowing each other too well. We also knew each others' deepest secrets. And how the powers felt within us. And what all we could do with them. We were just not living each other's lives.
I return to the present when Raven shakes me. We are demanded attention as the last part of the ceremony begins. We enchant the last prayer, and open our eyes. That's when it begins. The burning sensation in my mind. Something at the back of my mind keeps on telling me, that Avora is not coming this time.
Light falls upon the ground. My eyes are almost blinded. That's when I realise it. There are two people. History iis repeating. I stare wide-eyed at them as I hear Raven gasp beside me.
~~~Raven's POV~~~
Two figures emerged out of the light. I couldn't believe it. History was repeating itself. An auburn haired girl with crystal blue eyes wearing a cute black dress, and black heels. A brown haired boy with grey eyes, wearing a black hoodie over a white shirt, black jeans. Both seemed to be nineteen or twenty, whatever. Lucky, I thought. They were really lucky to have lived a carefree childhood and then emerged here a miracle like us, both of them, to use their lifetimes left in this form with nnew powers. They will face pain, though. If they are familiar to anyone of us here, we will immediately recognize their souls. After all, that is the purpose of that stupid soul mixing part.
I'm shocked as two names appear in my mind. I take a look at Amyra, only to confirm my doubts. She looks horrorstruck. I've never seen her like this before. I search our crowd for Nicole, but I can't find her. I hear Amyra cursing under her breath. These MUST be-
~~~Amyra's POV~~~
No. Not these two. Unexpected. Too bad I hadn't kept an eye on these guys since she died. I shouldd have been more careful. Now....what? I cursed under my breath, but I guess Raven heard me, for he was looking at me with a frown. Before he could open his mouth, though, I had skillfully slipped into another part of the crowd, which was more dense. Then I glanced at both of them.
Shyera looked a bit confused, while Irwin was expressionless.
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