The forest chose me
1037 Words
Selera’s POV
Blackwood doesn’t open itself to anyone without a reason.
His words sank into me slowly, like cold water seeping into my bones, numbing everything they touched.
I stared at him, my mind scrambling to make sense of what he was implying. “I don’t understand,” I whispered, my voice barely holding together. “You’re saying I should have been dead… or what?”
He studied me for a long moment, silver eyes unreadable. “Blackwood is sealed,” he said finally. “It has a magic barrier call it a shield if you like. It separates us from other species. Especially…” His gaze sharpened. “Humans.”
My chest tightened. “So you’re saying… aside from your kind, other creatures exist?”
“Yes.”
The word fell like a hammer.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, stepping back as the weight of it all crashed down on me. “What have I gotten myself into?”
I paced the room, my thoughts spiraling wildly. The walls felt closer now, the symbols carved into them watching, listening.
“I didn’t even know this place existed,” I said, my voice cracking.
“I know,” he replied quietly.
That startled me more than anything else.
“You… do?” I asked.
“Yes.” He exhaled slowly, as though the truth scraped its way out of him. “But belief doesn’t change the danger.”
Magic really exist here? I laughed sadly
I thought that was only in the movies?.
A horrible thought struck me. “What if the magic shielding this place has weakened?” I asked quickly. “What if that’s how I crossed over?” just like in the movies I thought.
He didn’t hesitate. “That has never happened in the history of Blackwood,” he said with absolute certainty.
My stomach dropped. “Then what does it mean?”
You're not going to get me locked up here forever are you?
I almost lost my life hours ago, you saved me. You saw everything. you didn't save me to imprison me here right? I asked almost in tears.
He didn’t answer.
Instead, his expression hardened, resolve snapping into place like armor. “I need answers. Stay here until I get back,” he said sharply.
And then he turned and stepped out of the room, as if my entire existence were a problem he intended to solve later.
The door shut behind him.
The sound echoed far too loudly.
I stood there, unmoving, staring at the door as if it might reopen if I willed it hard enough.
“What am I supposed to do?” I whispered to the empty room.
No answer came.
Only silence.
Thick. Watching.
I dragged my hands down my face, my fingers trembling. My body still felt strange too warm, too alert, like every nerve ending had been sharpened. Sounds bled through the walls with unsettling clarity: distant footsteps, low voices, something that sounded dangerously close to a growl.
How did I get into this mess?
Hours ago... was it hours? I had been normal. Human. Worrying about ordinary things. Living an ordinary life. Now I was trapped in a territory that shattered humans, surrounded by creatures that hunted in the dark, being told the forest itself had recognized me.
Why was I chased?
The question clawed at my mind relentlessly. Monsters. Beasts that shouldn’t exist. Why me?
I wrapped my arms around myself, nails digging into my skin as if pain could anchor me. My pulse throbbed wildly beneath my fingertips, too fast, too strong, refusing to calm.
And worse than the fear was the emptiness.
The hollow space in my mind.
Why can’t I remember anything from earlier today?
I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself to think.
Morning.
I reached for it desperately.
I remembered waking up. Sunlight spilling through my window. The familiar comfort of my room. I remembered leaving the house
And then nothing.
The memory cut off abruptly, like a blade through paper.
My breath hitched.
“I was fine,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I was fine.”
The harder I pushed, the worse it became. Pain bloomed behind my eyes, sharp and punishing. Flickers surfaced shadows, distant voices, the sensation of falling but they vanished the moment I tried to grasp them.
Something was missing.
Not just memories.
Something else.
A hollow space where certainty should have been… where I should have been.
I paced the room, bare feet sinking into thick furs, unease tightening in my chest with every step.
I need to leave this place.
I need to go back home.
“Rhea…” I murmured suddenly. “Rhea must be searching for me by now.”
The thought sent panic surging through me.
That’s when it hit me.
My phone.
I spun around, heart racing. I had to call her. Had to let her know I was alive that I was okay. At least for now.
“She’ll be worried,” I whispered urgently.
I searched the room frantically, lifting furs, checking beside the bed, scanning every surface.
Nothing.
My chest tightened painfully.
“What now?” I breathed, panic rising fast.
Did I loose my phone during the run?
Was it taken by him?
“What am I supposed to do now?”
The room remained silent.
But deep beneath my fear, something stirred slow, deliberate.
As if Blackwood itself was listening.
And waiting.
Because if I didn’t remember how I crossed into Blackwood…
whatever chased me here hadn’t forgotten me at all.
I really need to get home....
Then stepped closer to the window to see if I could know where I was so I could leave this place... I've been stucked to this room and bed for as long as I can remember and it feels like eternity here. Maybe I could see a route leading back to ashmore court.
I was wrong....
what I saw got me dumbfounded and and scared! I stepped back the window trying to hold myself together.....
What is this place?
Am I in some kind of a movie?
Is this a dream?
I need to wake up right now...
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