Bleeding ties
298 Words
The library smelled of parchment and dust, but beneath it, Evelyn could detect something else—the faint trace of blood, centuries old, soaked into the very foundation of the castle.
She stood before the ancient tome, its leather-bound cover cracked with age. The symbols etched into it pulsed with a strange energy, as if the book itself was alive.
“You were always meant to find this,” Caius said from behind her.
Evelyn’s fingers hesitated over the pages before she finally turned one. The script was elegant yet eerie, each word steeped in history, in power. And then, she saw it—her name.
Not just her name, but her lineage.
Her breath caught in her throat as she traced the words with her fingertips. “No…” she whispered, the weight of the revelation crushing her.
“You see now,” Caius said, his voice softer than before.
Evelyn shook her head, her pulse roaring in her ears. “I’m not just… some girl who got caught up in this.” She swallowed hard. “I was born into it.”
“You were created for it,” Caius corrected. “Your bloodline is the key to a prophecy older than this kingdom itself. The union of witch and vampire. The balance between two warring worlds.”
Evelyn’s chest tightened. She had spent her life running from the darkness, trying to forge her own path. But now, she realized—there had never been a choice.
Fate had chosen for her.
She turned to Caius, her hands trembling. “And what does that mean for me?”
His gaze was unreadable, but his voice was certain.
“It means that whether you like it or not… you are the beginning of something new.”
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