MAGIC and All Other Deadly Affairs | COMPLETE!

TWENTY EIGHT | Revealed.

TWENTY EIGHT | Revealed.

I awoke to silence and darkness.

This alone, filled me with pure, raw fear. A fear that didn't matter who I was, what I was – it still found me and clung onto my very soul. It didn't matter I was the high priestess for a dark witch coven, it didn't matter my familiar was a supposed demon – I was absolutely terrified.

Unable to move, it was a shock when my mind shut back down and I fell back to sleep. Perhaps my mind thought I was safe in dreamland, or perhaps it just didn't care. It didn't matter because my dreams were just as empty and silenced as my reality.

"I didn't realize such a priestess was so weak."

It was whisper – not one of mocking, nor one of ill intent. It was sad. Full of sorrow. The words pulled me quickly from my slumber and so I awoke. I awoke to the same bitter silence, and crushing darkness.

"W-Who is there?"

I almost felt silly calling into the shadows.

One beat went by then merged into another. This continued until I wasn't sure if I had just made up the soft, voice for the sake of my own sanity. A sigh – a simple sigh that was not mine filled me with more hope than ever before.

"Yes!" I cried with pure joy, "Yes, hello! My name is Mae, Maeve Bishop–,"

"I know who you are," another sigh.

I paused, frowning slightly, "Do you have a name?"

Silence crept back in and I panicked inside, "N-No! I don't need to know your name. Please, don't leave ok? I-It's really nice to meet you."

"My name is Norlina."

Yes! Hope was not yet lost! I smiled despite the darkness and moved forward – only to stumble off some sort of platform. A scream ripped from my lips as I tumbled – quickly – onto what I assumed was the floor. Or a hole? Did it lead to an entirely new death?

"You fell off the cot," the voice informed me blatantly, "every cell has a cot."

Oh.

Understood.

"I knew that," I laughed nervously.

Something in the darkness shuffled like metal against metal and I flinched. The new voice hissed loudly, "Get back on the cot – pretend to sleep. Just because we cannot see does not mean they cannot."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and pulled myself back onto the cot that luckily lay behind me. Keeping my face down on the metal frame of mesh I ignored the sting against my nose and tried to slow my heart down.

"Maeve," Norman's voice sang causing my blood to freeze, "Are you awake?"

"She is not," the voice snapped at him.

There was a hard shuffle, then a loud gasp of pain. I shut my eyes tighter to ignore my mysterious friend's distress – I had to trust them. Blindly as well. Although due to Norman's betrayal I didn't feel like trusting much of anyone; yet I had to remind myself they were in the same position as me.

Our imprisonment would bond us.

"Nora, I did not raise you with disrespect," Norman hissed.

Nora? Oh my goddess's! My mystery friend was Nora Haze – what the heck was going on? This didn't make any sense. None of it did – why was Norman attacking his own sister? Why did Norman even have her here?

"You lost all my respect that night you killed your own son!" She snarled.

Wait.

Norman had a son?