Tessa
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Alec had been gone for almost an hour. I had been standing in his office, doing nothing. I looked around the office and my eyes landed on the frame that rested on the wall.
My fingers grazed the rough fabric of the painting, my eyes roaming the two boys that smiled happily, each with their arms slung over each other's shoulders. The older boy had long brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He was much taller than the other, who looked younger with short jet black hair and emerald green eyes. A mark engraved on the boys' neck caught my attention and I leaned in close to read it.
No matter where was engraved on the older boy's neck.
No matter what rested against the younger boy's neck.
Suddenly, pain shot through my head and I fell to the floor, gripping my hair. The pain was blinding and my heart hammered against my chest. I screwd my eyes shut and slowly I succumbed to the pain.
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All that could be seen in front of me was the silhouetted dark shape of the rising moors, rolling on for miles and visible up until a touch of emerald light scathed the horizon. In the darkness, the unexpected scent taught me, of honey- heather- and- gorse bush that seemed to be embroidered into the very landscape.
Something sounded against the slick, slightly damp tarmac and an auburn fox was suddenly visible. The frightened creature stared at me with its sharp, noble eyes as it was unveiled from its cover when in the dark, smoky bitter blue sky, something shifted and the entirety of the rolling hills was all of a sudden bathed in a whimsical silver.
The air there could be sold for millions in a polluted country, and a glimpse of the moon and of the stars that seemed to lilt in and out of existence could inspire anyone who was lost. I was bewitched by it, intoxicated on the strange yearning that it brought me; the place brought with it the happiness of freedom and also the romance of melancholy found within old classics, poems, and music. Light.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Dressed in a long white gown, a woman walked out in front of me. Her long brown hair hung down her back and she stared at me with electric blue eyes.
"Who are you?" I murmured the words as the lady circled around me, her eyes roaming my body.
She stopped in front of me and leaned in closer so that our noses were only inches apart.
"You can call me Reign."
Reign lifted her hand and brought it close to my face. "Don't move." She warned and her ice-cold finger smashed against my forehead.
The searing pain returned and I bit my lip to keep from screaming out.
"Open your eyes." Reign demanded.
Slowly, I did as she said and Reign removed her finger from my forehead.
The pain had stopped and Reign gestured to the large, abandoned house in front of us.
Against the dark night sky, all I could see was the crumbling walls that were nothing more than a ghostly silhouette of some previous existence. The wind whistled through the trees bringing with it the laughter of the family who once lived there.
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The Last Theiro
Action"Anger and pain is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured." Tessa has a terrible fate ahead of her. She remembers nothing from her past and all her life she's wondered what the missin...
