Chapter 2 A night before dawn
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Chapter 2 – A Night Before Destiny
Elena", with the way it sounded, I could tell that it wasn't a normal human voice.
I turned around, to see if there was a second person in my room but to my greatest surprise there wasn't.
Maybe I was just hallucinating, I thought before drifting my attention back toy books.
Yeah I might really be right... Because after that first call, I didn't here my name till I fell asleep.
Author POV
“Mom, I’m back from school!” Elena shouted as she pushed open the door, her voice echoing through the warm hallway.
“My daughter, welcome,” Mrs. Clara called from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a cloth. “How was your day at school? I hope everything went well?”
Elena dropped her bag by the couch and sighed, her breath fogging slightly from the winter air that had followed her in. “It was good today, Mom. Actually… we’re starting the admission exams tomorrow.”
Mrs. Clara walked toward her with a soft smile and placed her hands gently on her shoulders. “Don’t worry, my child. You’ll pass this examination. You’ve worked so hard, and I believe in you.”
“Thank you, Mom,” Elena said, smiling as warmth filled her heart. With that, she turned and headed to her room to freshen up. It was her usual routine—come home, eat, and bury herself in her books until sleep called. On most nights, it rarely did.
Elena’s POV
I sat at my desk, books scattered around me like a protective shield. The moonlight streamed through the frost-tinted window, illuminating the pages of my spellbinding study guides and theory books. I wasn’t sure why, but something about this night felt… different. A strange energy hung in the air—one I couldn't quite explain.
A knock echoed on the door, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Come in, Mom,” I said without hesitation. Who else would it be? We were the only ones at home.
“I’ve prepared dinner, Elena. Come and eat before the food gets cold,” Mom said, peeking in with her usual motherly smile.
“Okay, Mom,” I replied, pushing my chair back. I stretched my limbs and followed the comforting scent of toasted bread and tea to the dining room. The cold outside was brutal—it was winter in Paris, and the snow had already begun to settle across the city like a soft white blanket.
I washed my hands and sat down. “Mmm, this toast is delicious,” I said, rubbing my tummy with satisfaction after the first bite.
“Well, anything for my loving daughter,” Mom said warmly, her eyes shining.
The dinner didn’t last long—less than thirty minutes—but those moments were precious. No grand feast, no loud conversations. Just the two of us, wrapped in the silence of winter, sharing warmth through simple food and words of love.
Afterward, I took the plates to the kitchen, cleaned them, and returned to my room.
“Elena,” Mom called from her bedroom door, “don’t stay up all night reading. You need to wake up early and be strong for tomorrow.”
“Yes, Mom,” I replied, though she knew that was easier said than done. Tomorrow was going to be one of the biggest days of my life, and even though I’d been preparing for months, I didn’t want to leave anything to chance. Still, I knew staying up too late could drain me and affect my performance.
But then there’s something else—something I’ve noticed but never really talked about.
Every time there’s a full moon in the sky, like tonight, I find it nearly impossible to sleep. My body feels restless. My mind races. A strange feeling stirs inside me, like something ancient and powerful is trying to awaken.
I don’t know why it happens, and I’ve never told anyone. I try not to think too much about it.
“Good night, Mom,” I called out softly.
“Good night, my child,” she replied.
And with that, I turned to my window once more, gazing at the glowing moonlight spilling into my room…
I was still standing on the balcony when I heard my name again, from thesame voice.
"Elena" the voice called... But this time it wasn't more ethereal than the last time I heard it , I heard it not with my ears, but with my thoughts, like whispers tangled in wind chimes. It spoke without speaking, soft as starlight brushing against my mind.”
Who are you?... I manage to say... But got know reply... No, enough this is really freaking me out, an getting mental issue?, I said to my self in frustration, as tears began tickling down my eyes,.
I continued sobbing silently when I heard the most magnificent voice speak.
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