Conquest of Magic

Part 11

I jolted upright, my heart racing as I tried to make sense of where I was. Sunlight streamed into the room, casting a warm glow across everything. For a brief moment, I felt its comforting warmth on my skin, but then the crushing reality hit me like a wave. A strangled sob escaped my throat as I clutched my head, the tears streaming down my face uncontrollably.

I was trapped here, with no idea how to get out, and the one person I thought I could trust was the reason I was stuck. I glanced over at William. He stood there, looking torn, guilt written all over his face, his clothes stained with blood. A shiver of fear ran down my spine. He tried to speak, but no words came out. His gaze was fixed on me, pained and desperate, but I couldn't see him the way I did before—not anymore.

As he turned and left the room, I quickly wiped my tears and scrambled to my feet, my mind racing with the need to escape. I darted toward the door, pulling at the handle, only to realize it wouldn't budge. Panic surged through me, my breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps as I tugged harder, hoping it would somehow open.

A moment later, I heard his footsteps approaching. I pressed myself against the door, my back flat against the wood, feeling trapped like a caged animal. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to steady my breathing, knowing he would be back any second. I had to think of something—anything—to get out of here.

He stood there in front of me, his presence filling the room, and I could barely breathe. "Hi," he said softly, his tone almost gentle, as if he thought it could calm the storm raging inside me.

"Please, let me go!" I cried, my voice breaking with desperation. I yanked at the door handle again, but it wouldn't budge. Panic clawed at my chest, and I felt a wave of hopelessness wash over me. I finally turned to face him, my eyes wild with fear and confusion. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest, and it seemed like he could hear it too—like he could sense every bit of fear coursing through me.

He just stood there, watching me quietly, giving me space but not saying a word. My mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything. "So, it's not a dream," I mumbled to myself, feeling a wave of dread settle in the pit of my stomach.

"Tell me why I'm here!" I shouted, my voice raw and filled with emotion. I needed answers, needed to understand why my life had been torn apart like this.

"You're here because of the prophecy," he began, his voice heavy. "And you're mine."

I felt a chill run down my spine at his words. Mine? My mind latched onto the first part, trying to make sense of it. "What do you mean by prophecy?" I asked, my voice sharp, deliberately ignoring the part where he claimed I was his. His gaze was intense, almost pleading, but I didn't care. I felt a knot tighten in my chest. I couldn't believe this was happening—I didn't want to believe it.

He looked like he believed I would eventually understand, maybe even forgive him. But all I could feel was anger, confusion, and a growing hatred for everything he had put me through.

"Your car accident wasn't just an accident," he said, his voice steady but serious. "It was a planned attack."

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a chill run through my body. "What do you mean?" I whispered, my voice trembling with fear.

He continued, "The other supernatural races are after you. They believe you are the key to fulfilling a prophecy, and they will stop at nothing to find you."

My mind raced as I tried to make sense of what he was saying. "Other supernatural beings?" I asked.

"The waitress..." I mumbled, the memory of her leading me through the woods flooding back. My chest tightened as I tried to make sense of it all. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine.