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INTO THE FLAMES.

‘Where am I?’ Eloise woke up abruptly to find herself by a small pond, in the middle of a very large garden. The cool evening breeze blew wisps of her dark red hair into her face. She looked down to find herself in a beautiful white gown. She slowly stood to her feet confused. ‘My wedding day?’ But that was two days from now. She quickly touched her stomach to find no stab wounds. She found no blood in her palms either. She swore they were filled with blood minutes ago The scene of Cole stabbing her was so vivid now. She died...... Yes, she died. She would never mistake the fear she felt while, Cole pushed her off the balustrade. It was real. She knew what she felt. The sharp piercing pain from the cold iron knife, he stabbed her with. The satisfaction in his eyes while he stabbed her multiple times. The hate. Pure hate, she thought. But why? Why would the love of her life kill her? Most importantly, why wasn’t she dead yet? Yes, she was the Phoenix. She could rise from the ashes every time she died but not this time. She was sealed. Yes, by that woman. She’d seen that tattoo on her hand before, but where? Oh, she remembered it all perfectly now. There was a witch circle, the seal of the condemned, a bright red moon and her blood.... She fell from a three-story building, right to the bottom of the pool. She spent her last breath drowning because she couldn’t swim. What a terrible way to die, she thought. Or maybe not.... She was alive, wasn’t she? Some terrible dream that was......

Linny Yale · Fantasy
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Chapter 16(Horrors underneath wraps)

Down the old basement in the old Wimble house, came a muffled sound blowing along the eerie wind in the dark house. Beneath the old creaking lines on the wooden floor was a dark tunneled dungeon infested with mold and rats. From there the screams coming from the end of the dungeon could be heard loud and clear.

Miles rose to his feet with a frown.

“You are louder than usual, Mouse,” He said in a bored tone as he pulled the bloody gloves off his hands. He ran his hands through his dark curly blond hair with a sigh.

“Lord Miles... I... I swear…. I swear… that is all... I swear....” Horrigan Pence's voice broke as choked on his blood. Blood spurted out of his mouth and he desperately gasped for air, a result of an intensive interrogation session with Miles.

Horrigan Pence was an infamous hoarder in the underworld and owner of several small slave markets. He was known as the White mouse because he was pale and clever.