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The time has come
For she has returned
To the place of mist and evil,
Here she comes
to serve her people
With the greatest of her powers,
Awaited by the feared
Respected by the subordinates,
Her smi...
Author's Note: The room above is the room described later in this chapter. -----------------------------------------------------------
Recap
I don't know what the truth is. But I can surely tell that its something so dangerous and sinister, that even my parents are fearing from telling me. I thought.
But, an even bigger problem started bugging my mind. "How am I going to go back to the house?"
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I tried everything. Literally everything! And I have been trying for the past 15 minutes. But I still didn't find any exit. I tried pulling off the pictures from the shelf in hope of finding a switch to the cave door - but to no avail. I became so desperate, that I even tried pushing the cave door open. Yea...as if you are a superwoman! My all-time-supportive subconscious commented. Well, only if you were smart enough, I would have definitely found a way out! I found a perfect comeback to give a deep burn to my subconscious.
Suddenly my eyes zeroed in on a large picture on the cave door. It was a beautifully drawn painting of a young woman who....looked like me. I walked towards it with a frown decorating my heart shaped face. The violet coloured long skirt matched the white blouse of the woman, revealing her flat stomach. Her long brown curls accentuated her narrow waist. But the most striking feature was her violet eyes, staring back at me. Her eyes showed pure strength and determination. Whoever had painted her, had captured the very essence of her powerful aura. The background was a mix of black shadows and crimson patches. Another thing that striked me was the tiara she was wearing, a beautiful sparkling design, with three big violet gems embedded on it. What is up with violet being 'the' colour everywhere? I wondered.
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I looked back into her violet eyes which reminded me of my terrifying experience at school. But as I was staring at her eyes, something unusual happened. Her eyes moved! They actually did, just like in the horror movies! I jumped back with fright. Her eyes continued to look me up and down and then moved to look into my eyes, scaring me half to death. I just stood there like the idiot I am, with eyes open wide and eyebrows furrowed deep. Suddenly I felt a pressure against my abdomen. When I looked down to examine it, I realized that I had been holding the diary way too tightly.
But a sudden rough sliding noise forced me to lift my head and look at the wall in front of me lifting up and opening the way into the cave once again. I still stood wide eyed, frozen to my spot, too shocked and scared to react. Does the painting have to do anything with this? I thought. Nevertheless, I readjusted my grip on the diary and walked into the abyss of darkness. As soon as I stepped into the cave, the door closed behing me automatically.
