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Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 11

Summary: Jesse visits Cynthia again and everything goes to shit

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Jesse glared at her laptop, displaying the mail she wanted to send.

>I need your help

Sending it wasn't the problem. It was to whom she wanted it sent.

A'graeth, her father, hadn't exactly shown his displeasure towards her contacting him, but then again, knowing he was planning something big was an unsettling thought.

Finally, she decided to press 'send'. She didn't have anything to do anyway, Vi being in the US with a visit to her little brother and father, and the twins being somewhere in Podlasie, on a one week long school trip. Not that they wanted to leave her alone, considering the recent events, but she just brushed their concern off, telling them to go enjoy themselves. She'd be fine.

Her phone beeped. She got an email.

She refreshed Gmail and read the message.

>What can I help you with

She typed in 'where is Lynn?' and pressed send

The message came immediately

It was an address. Krzywe Koło st., Warsaw.

Two thoughts crossed her mind.

Wasn't it where the Basilisk was?

And

Isn't it where Cynthia Crawford lives?

Actually, lived, since she's been dead for at least a few months.

Wait, did the psychic live where the Basilisk did? Seems like it…

She stuffed some things in her bag and left the house, locking the door behind her.

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The Krzywe Koło st. was a one lane street with old tenement houses on both sides. It was L shaped, and was a part of the Old Town. It was quite impressive, the buildings towering over it, a la skyscrapers.

Jesse entered the street, and walked to the tenement with the number 3. She entered it, and walked to the now familiar last floor. She knocked on the door with the number Thirteen and waited.

Much to her surprise, in the doorway stood Cynthia Crawford.

☆☆☆

They sat at the table in the psychic's flat.

"So, what brings you here?" Cynthia asked, sipping her Tymbark juice from a red mug

Jesse was quiet, staring at her mug. It was filled to the brim with the same juice as Cynthia's.

"I'm, uh, looking for my mother" she said quietly "my birth mother"

"Ah, yes" Cynthia smiled "Lynn Shadewalker. The witch from the crypt"

Jesse felt uneasy "yeah…" something was wrong

Cynthia got up from the table, her chair making a loud scraping noise, and—after putting her mug down—went to a room, its entrance covered by a bead curtain.

She came back soon after, with a glass vial, a knife, and a bowl with some black liquid.

Jesse was staring.

"Okay, I'll show her where she is" the woman said "but I still need your blood"

Jesse reached out with her arm, at the same time rolling up her sleeve. She put it above the bowl, not touching it.

Cynthia took the knife, and with a creepy, sinister grin sliced her wrist open. Dark, black-ish blood started pouring out, and Jesse jumped back, frightened. She didn't have the time to wonder why the hell her blood wasn't the color it should.

She was buzzing with adrenaline, suddenly remembering her EDB classes. Stop the bleeding and raise the hand above your heart.

She ran into the door, having no doubt Cynthia tried to kill her. After fumbling with the keys for a few seconds, she pressed the handle and sprinted outside. Shitshitshitshit—

Once outside, she ripped off the sleeve of her shirt and tied it tightly around the wound. The bleeding was slowing down, but still was dangerous.

Her whole arm was stained with the dark liquid, as well as her side. The makeshift bandage was already soaked, so she slowly untied it, just to see that instead of the wound, there was a pale, thin scar. She stared at it in disbelief, sliding her fingers across it. It was smooth, except where the blood was already drying.

She felt exhausted, her eyelids growing heavy with every step she took.

She stumbled into an alley, and curled up in the corner behind some boxes.

Closing my eyes surely wouldn't be a problem?

☆☆☆

When Jesse awoke, she was in the same empty alley. Thank whatever God there is, she thought.

Now, her decision to just fall asleep in an alley seemed reckless and stupid. She jerked upwards, glancing around. There was a girl about her age, staring at her with her vibrant violet eyes.

"What—" Jesse started, shifting uncomfortably. Her head hurt, and her nose felt stuffed

"Well, I saw you here, curled up against the box" the girl said "Thought I'd check on you, since you seem to have blood all over your clothes"

Jesse glanced at her wrist in panic, but found it the same as last time. Just a thin, light pink line, another one in her collection. They were old, some dating a few years back, and some a bit newer. They were criss-crossing her skin like tiny serpents wounding around her arm. She didn't pay them much attention.

"Who are you?" she asked, taking in the girl's appearance

She was wearing a brown, dirty hoodie with a white crop top underneath. She also had paper bag shorts, which was a weird thing, considering that it was still winter. Her violet eyes were bright, partially hidden by clear-rimmed glasses and strands of her loose, cherry hair.

The girl got up, and reached out with her hand for Jesse to grab. She did so, and the girl pulled her up.

"My name's Meredith. Or, alternatively, The First" she smiled

Jesse coughed, partly because her throat felt dry, and partly because she felt awkward "Jesse" she glanced around "Wait, how did you—?"

"Not many people walk around covered in black blood without raising the attention of anyone" she chuckled "you were cloaking yourself"

"But—"

"Yeah, yeah, you don't know how you did it, I figured, since you looked freaked out" she slowly led Jesse out of the alley "What were you doing here anyway?"

"I went to the psychic to find my mother" Jesse replied

Meredith paled, but didn't say anything

"What"

"Cynthia Crawford's been dead for over three months"

Jesse just stared at her "What about Lynette Mary Shadewalker?"

Meredith glanced at her with compassion "They didn't tell you?" she waited for some sort of reply, and seeing Jesse look at her in confusion, added "Lynn Shadewalker died in a mysterious fire at your manor exactly one year after you've been born…"

Jesse paled. She felt lightheaded.

Oh shit

Oh shit

If Lynn has been dead for sixteen years…

Then who was inside the crypt?

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EDB - Edukacja Dla Bezpieczeństwa (Education For Safety), a school subject lmao. It basically teaches you about first aid and how to help yourself in dangerous situations

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A little cliffhanger,

More characters

And whole lotta new ways to screw their life up >:)

Kidding,

Maybe…

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Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 12

Disclaimer: probably most of this chapter doesn't add anything to the storyline for it is my energy-drink-powered-3am-rambling and at this point I'm not even sure what I wrote here, but oh well. Enjoy I guess

Summary: portals go zoom

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Tw: murder attempt mention, panic attack (I guess), parental death mention, death threats via a notebook, arson mention, eye gore (?) mention, child kidnapping mention,

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Jesse was sitting in her bedroom, investigating a notebook she had found the day before, exploring The Forest. She knew she shouldn't've gone there. The Forest was dangerous, with the radio station, the government facility and the stories.

Something lived in The Forest, and it was dangerous. Children were always told not to go there, because evil lives in The Forest.

Well, Jesse had just broke the rule #1, and she hadn't seen anything suspicious, which either meant that she hadn't paid much attention to her surroundings, or the stories were absolute bullshit.

Because according to them, Jesse was not supposed to get back home. The Forest was inhabited by something dark, something that had either escaped the government facility or had been here since World War II times.

Nevertheless, there she was, eating choco chip cookies and waiting for both Meredith and Norah to get there.

She didn't have to wait for a long time, the doorbell soon ringing.

She slowly walked downstairs, and after checking the peephole, opened the door to see both of them.

"Hi" Norah said, getting inside and taking off her shoes

"You look like shit" Meredith said instead of a greeting. Jesse closed the door after her.

She was right, she did in fact look like shit. It's been almost a week since the Cynthia incident, and she still felt like whatever looked like her was out to get her. Living alone hadn't helped it at all, only adding to her uneasiness.

When she got home that day, her siblings were by her side in an instant, freaking out. Well, they surely had a reason.

She brought herself back to the present "Okay, so," she stammered "you want anything to drink? I have juice and tea. Oh, and water, of course"

"Tea's fine" both Meredith and Norah choruses

"Aight"

After making the tea, Jesse led them to her bedroom, where they sat on the floor (because there was only one chair).

Jesse never really liked her room. The walls were light gray, and oh so boring. She'd tried to fill this emptiness many times, hanging her sketches, plants and even fairy lights. It didn't change anything.

As soon as night fell, and the darkness embraced her little safe place,—which was on the east side of the house—the plants looked like hands, trying to grab her, and the sketches just stared at her with their empty eyes.

That's why she never slept without the lights. Especially now, when her mom is gone. Not that she'd help.

Meredith took the notebook, and slid her finger across the uneven surface of the first—or rather, last—page. Everything except this sheet of paper has been torn out, making it a one page notebook.

She grabbed a pencil and started coloring the page.

Slowly, text started appearing.

Jesse glanced at the others. Meredith paled visibly, while Norah was staring at the page with concern.

She took a look at it herself.

The page was filled with text.

They took my baby. It's been so long since I've last held him. I'm closing in on them. They won't survive the night. Fire seems to be the easiest way to get rid of them. They'll pay for what they did to him, to me. Taking their eyes seems like a good idea too. If I don't get out of this alive, I want you to know, dear reader, that I was innocent, that I hadn't done anything wrong. And yet, here I am, pushed to do what I'm going to do. Tell them that it's not over. My descendants will bathe in their blood. They. Will. Pay

As soon as Jesse finished reading, loud banging started coming from the main door. She jumped, her heart skipping a beat. What if it's Cynthia?

Meredith glanced at Norah with a bit of fear. Without saying anything, the latter took something out of her backpack. It was a leather case, inscribed with some of the scribbles the Hunters had on their outfits. She took out a dagger.

The blade had little spikes on the upper part and was slightly bent upwards. The hilt was golden with a black handle.

"Why are carrying knives in your backpack—" asked Jesse in a hushed tone, glancing at the dagger. She was shaking, desperately trying to calm herself down

"It's a dagger" interrupted Meredith, still lying on the floor, the notebook in her hands

"I'm sorry, I forgot my knife-o-logy book—" the red-head hugged her knees

Norah left the room, sneaking down the creaking stairs, while Meredith was apparently studying whoever-that-notebook-belonged-to's handwriting.

"Shouldn't we hide or something?" whispered Jesse. Her tongue felt numb, and she was curled up in the corner.

"Nah" said Meredith "Let's wait for the sweet embrace of death"

After that, she left the room, leaving Jesse to subdue to her half-panicked state.

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When she finally managed to calm herself down, she became aware of the voices coming from downstairs. She slowly got up, feeling like she was about to collapse.

She slowly walked downstairs, leaning against the banter. In the middle of her kitchen stood a door.

She noticed Meredith and Norah staring at her. She probably looked like she'd just seen a ghost.

"What is this?" she asked, cringing at the way her words slurred a bit. She pointed at the door

Norah shot Meredith a warning glance, but the latter didn't care "Oh, that's just an interdimensional gateway"

"Why is it here?"

"Dunno" Meredith replied

"And that" Norah interrupted, leaning against the wall across the room "is why we're not going inside"

"Suit yourself, peasant"

Norah glared at her, while Jesse was trying not to start laughing.

"Do you even remember what happened The Last Time you did something like that?" the former asked

"Yeah, I got kidnapped and killed by this bitch." Meredith still seemed unfazed by Norah's anger "It was pretty fun, to be honest"

"You're insane"

"I know"

They stood in silence, no one daring to say a word.

"Alright" Meredith finally said, grabbing Jesse's hand "C'ya in the demon realms!"

And with that, she pulled her through the door, the last thing they heard being Norah cursing loudly

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Anyway, some time ago I realized that I sometimes use Polish writing rules (I guess) and It's not really grammatically correct.

Will I stop? No.

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Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 13

Summary: you shouldn't enter random portals

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Tw: injuries, being trapped in the middle of nowhere, vague death mention

The sun was dead.

That was the first thing Jesse noticed. The second was Meredith staring into the empty space in front of them. She was sitting about six feet away from her.

They were thrown in the middle of a grassland, except without the grass, which was burned a long time ago.

They were surrounded by some trees, in a weird, circle-like formation. Almost like Blair Witch. The trees were withered, some branches barely attached to the trunk and hanging loosely.

Sometimes, when the wind was strong enough, they were moving, as if trying to grab you. It was accompanied by the sound of eerie rustling, which made chills run down one's spine.

"Meri?" Jesse asked, shifting in Meredith's direction in discomfort. Every move was filled with agony, but there was no source she could pinpoint it to. It felt as if she had just run a marathon without any preparation.

The other girl was still staring into space, quivering slightly.

Jesse gently placed her hand on her shoulder, getting her out of the trance-like state.

Meredith shook her head, as if to clear it, and glanced around. She looked scared, but her face changed as soon as her eyes focused on Jesse.

"Are you okay?" the latter asked, helping Meredith to her feet

"Weird" she murmured, still seemingly far away

She looked strange, her hair messy and way shorter than before. There were sticks sticking out of it, covering her wide eyes, that were weirdly pale. She had smeared ash and little cuts covering her dirty face.

To make it brief, she looked like she had just tumbled down a hill.

"Ziemia do Meredith" Jesse said, waving a hand in front of her face

"Right!" the other said "Yeah, we better get going"

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As they kept wandering through the grass-less grassland, Jesse started to notice her companion starting to limp.

It was very subtle, and at first she hadn't paid much attention to it. But with every minute, every step, Meredith was struggling more and more.

"Hey, uh," she started after a few more minutes "I think— I have to stop"

She limped to the tree closest to her, and slid down its trunk.

She pulled her pant leg and winced.

"Dammit!" she swore, glancing at her painful looking, bruised ankle. "I think it's sprained"

"You okay to walk?" asked Jesse

She mumbled something incomprehensible and looked back at the bruise. It was purple, an ordinary color, really. Well, 'ordinary' if you were fully human.

"Wait, why—"

"It's not black, I know" Meredith said, as if reading her mind. She pushed herself up, grunting.

She stumbled a bit, but managed to steady herself quickly.

She glanced at Jesse in silent celebration and took a few shaky steps. Her brows were furrowed, both in concentration and pain.

Jesse followed after her, letting her lean on her when needed. They had a long way to go.

☆☆☆

Jesse groaned, propping herself on a big rock. They've been walking for what felt like ages, and they still hadn't found any civilization, or at least a source of food.

No matter how much she assured her friend, Meredith was definitely not fine. Sweat beaded her forehead, and she was pale and shaking.

Jesse helped her sit down.

It wasn't hot, and yet they felt as if the air was suffocating them, which meant a storm was on its way to make their situation far more worse.

They've been wandering for the past five hours, with occasional stops to rest, but since they had no water—nor food, for that matter—they were thirsty, hungry and absolutely exhausted.

That's why they decided to stop there, propped against that rock.

"Where exactly are we going?" asked Jesse, glancing at her companion who looked to be half-asleep.

Meredith didn't reply, so she gently shook her by the shoulder.

"I'm not asleep! " she jumped, startled

Jesse took her hand back, as if she had just placed it on a hot stove "Calm down" she reached out again, slowly. The former didn't protest.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" she asked

"I asked what's our plan"

"Oh, yeah, about that—"

Jesse sighed "Lemme guess; you have no plan"

"Well, I thought we'd just walk to the civilization, but this" Meredith pointed at her leg "surely complicates things

"It's not that bad. It coulda been raining" She put her hand up, palm upwards, as if to signal it was not raining. Except it was.

She glanced upwards "Well, it could've been worse. It could've been stormy—"

And as if to completely contradict what she just said, lightning lit up their quickly darkening surroundings. She jumped back, surprised.

"Don't you dare say another word"

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After twenty minutes filled with cursing and trying to find shelter from the sudden cloudburst, they finally managed to get themselves into a cave.

The entrance was small, but the inside served a perfect hideout from both the sinister weather and creatures that could've been lurking in this realm (which was apparently called The Land Of Dead Sun).

Jesse was curled up in the tiny entrance, her hands folded into a boat-like shape. She waited for the rainwater to fill it, and took a sip.

The liquid was cold and tasteless, but with a note of something weird.

"Hey, Meri" Jesse started "want something to drink?"

The other girl didn't reply, just kept staring off into space. Just like when they first entered the realm.

Jesse sat by her side "What's wrong?" she asked, this time knowing better than to touch her

"Hey" she repeated, making Meredith jump

"Sorry, I was just thinking" she said, shifting uncomfortably in her place "I'm pretty sure once we entered this dimension we were put in the bodies of us from here"

"What do you mean?"

"That you're technically dead"

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"Ziemia do Meredith" - "Earth to Meredith"

Hey, guess who's bored & writing again (Me)

Anyway, sorry for the long break after the previous post. I either post few times a week or once in a month, there's no in-between.

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Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 14

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Jesse opened her eyes, woken by the silence.

It was barely morning, the sun rays coming through the entrance to the cave, and making a small patch of sunlight, perfect to sit in. That was exactly where she lied.

She turned around glancing at the small, curled up form that was Meredith. She wasn't moving, and if not for the slow, steady rise of her chest, Jesse'd have thought she was dead.

She glanced back through the hole, looking at the endless terrain around them. There's no way we're gonna make it

"Jeez, you could've woken me up" she heard Meredith's voice, and turned her head yet again

The other girl had a weird expression, the one when you try to get rid of the rest of sleep, if you know what I mean.

"What?" she asked "You're staring"

"I'm waiting for you to figure out how in hell are we supposed to get outta there"

Meredith sat up, stretching her legs "Well, for starters" she said "we could ask the person who just came out of a portal"

Jesse glanced in the direction she was pointing. There was a person in a green rain coat, which was fairly strange because of the lack of precipitation.

They had their hood up and seemed to be searching for something.

Jesse quietly crawled out of the opening and slid down the stone surface. A few loose pebbles fell down and the person in the rain coat turned to look at her.

As she now could see their face, she noticed their dark brown, long hair, which strands were coming out from below the hood. The person's skin was tawny and they had ocean-colored eyes.

Seeing her, their eyes widened with recognition, which was pretty weird, considering Jesse had no idea who this person was, albeit they seemed somewhat similar.

They ran in her direction, as she backed away into the cave. They wrapped their arms around her in a sort of hug.

She stiffened, and the person seemed to realize something was wrong. They let go, studying Jesse's face.

"I thought you were dead" they whispered

"I'm not sure I'm not," she laughed. Where have I seen them?

The person gave her a tiny smile, and stared at her in curiosity "Do you know who I am?"

"I know your face" Jesse started "Are you like an actor or something?"

They laughed, but she could see how their face fell. "No, not at all"

"Come with me" they said after a few seconds of silence

"My friend is hurt" Jesse pointed at Meredith who was sitting propped up against the wall "she can't walk"

"Can you stop talking like I'm not here?" the 'friend' in question interjected "I can speak for myself very well, thank you"

"Rude" Jesse whispered

"How are we supposed to trust you?" Meredith pretty much ignored her remark "We don't even know your name"

"You're not supposed to, that's a first." they grinned "The main rule of survival in this cursed place is to never trust anybody"

Jesse scanned the cave, looking for something sharp. Sure, this person seemed familiar, but what if it was the bad kind of familiarity?

"Oh, don't worry," the person said, noticing her behavior "I'm not gonna hurt you"

"Who are you?" Meredith asked, keeping her gaze fixed on the person

"My name is Claire Avery" they introduced themself "Welcome to Operation 'Put out'"

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This is a Very Short Chapter™ but I just had to fill the void between their arrival and things that happen next

ANYWAYS

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Children Of The Prophecy - pt 15

Summary: Overthrowing the government is totally and absolutely a great idea

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Tw: Corrupted government (does it need a warning?), awaiting one's death, natural disaster in progress, very vague mention of injuries, mentions of arson/arsonists

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The bunker was pretty small. It consisted of a square room, which was split into two smaller rooms, one being two times bigger than the other.

The smaller room was a kitchen, with a cabinet taking up half of it and a cupboard.

The bigger room had a round table with chairs around it in the middle, kinda blocking the entrance to the other smaller room. On the right, there was a half-eaten sofa in a greenish shade of yellow. The fabric was ripped, with coils and the mattress sticking out. On the left, in the corner were shelves with old books and melted candles.

A corridor wound up around the square room. It was about ten feet wide and half-dark, the dirty light bulbs doing an awful job in lighting the place up.

Seven doorways appeared in the hallway, three of them leading to the room in the center, and the rest to rooms around it.

The entrance to the bunker was also in the hallway, a ladder leading to a hatch in the ceiling. From there, on the right, there were two dark, wooden doors leading to the bedrooms. (Which were completely empty, except for three bunk beds each).

If you continued going down the hallway you'd see another door, leading to the dingy bathroom.

As much as the bunker looked habitable, the bathroom was the exact opposite.

It looked like it was straight from a horror movie, with the dark, ruined walls and the shitty light bulb.

There was a giant mirror in the front, taking up the whole wall. It was dirty, with some red unidentified spots and broken edges.

Under the mirror, there was a muddy sink with rusty faucets.

On the right there was a bath, standing on four golden feet. It used to be white, now discolored, in a weird beige-ish shade.

On the other side, there was The Toilet. Absolute monstrosity. Broken, dirty, the walls around it completely destroyed, with the tiles long gone and the paint peeling off like the foil from sausages. If you've ever been in a portable potty, this was worse tenfold.

There was a single candle standing on the flush, acting as the only source of light since the shitty light bulb was broken.

The fourth door was locked, whatever was inside being left unknown.

And in that exact place Meredith and Jesse found themselves led into by the raincoat-wearing-stranger, Claire Avery.

"Ah, home, sweet home" they said, sarcastically, jumping down from the ladder. Their green raincoat flopped down.

Jesse followed closely behind, while Meredith carefully lowered herself down.

They entered the square room through one of the doorways, and Meredith immediately threw herself on the sofa, stretching her injured leg out, and folding her hands behind her head, as if she was sunbathing, which was almost impossible considering the lack of light, let alone sunlight.

Jesse sat down next to her, while Claire Avery took a chair from the round table and sat on it backwards, so they were facing them.

"So," they started, encouraging them to talk

"So," Jesse repeated after them "what is this place?"

"Well this, my friend" Meredith said, opening her eyes, which the former hadn't noticed she closed "is called a parallel dimension"

Claire Avery looked amused "You're right about that. As you can see, this dimension is destroyed" they stated the obvious

"Yeah, but by what?"

"By the corrupted government, the Organizations, the freely roaming criminals who got out after everything went to shit." a look of nostalgia showed on their face, as if they were remembering something a long time ago "Oh and let's not forget that the sun is fucking dying and our whole world is gonna go down with it"

"That doesn't sound promising" Jesse agreed

"When the public first found out that the government was gonna fix the sun, they were ecstatic. Y'know how they say the sun is gonna explode one day?" they paused "This was not the case. Hell, I wish it was, our death would've been quicker. Here, the sun just started to slowly lose its light. Every year gets colder and colder until we finally freeze to death"

"That sucks"

"The govt operation turned out to be complete BS. They said they were gonna fix it, but they actually screwed it up more.

"When the public realized what was going on, it was too late. Things got worse. The riots started. AN overthrew the govt guys and believe me when I say—"

"What's AN?" Meredith perked up "I think I've heard it before"

"'Arsonists of the North' they started the riots, and we're the northernmost corrupted region"

"Can't you just get out of here?" Jesse crossed her legs

Claire Avery sighed "That's the whole problem" they said, leaning back and quickly catching themself, having forgotten the back of the chair is in front of them "The borders are guarded, and it's not like the rest of the world is safe, y'know" there was longing with something neither Jesse nor Meredith could identify in their eyes "There's no way out of here"

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It is almost midnight. Should I be asleep? Yes. Do I have school tomorrow? Yes. Do I have to do 50 pages of chemistry and a fake final thingy till tuesday which I hadn't even started? Also yes.

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Children Of The Prophecy - pt. 15½

Summary: I wanted to make someone suffer, ok?

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Tw: injuries, hallucinations and more not-children being creepy

"What's the pl—" Meredith started

"—What are you doing here, then?" Jesse cut her off, earning a death glare and dismissing it "Like, do you just go to work?"

Claire Avery chuckled. "No, not really." they swung their feet off the chair and swiftly got up "I mean, it depends what you consider a job"

They approached a small, wooden bookshelf and grabbed something from one of the shelves.

It was a scroll, similar to the one Jesse stole from her father.

They returned to their chair and after unrolling the 'scroll' studied it with an expression of interest.

"What's this?" Jesse asked them, pulling the corner in her direction in order to see it. She noticed a few lines, some of them dotted, some not. There were some X's and circles, but other than that the piece of paper looked like a child's scribble.

"It's a map" Claire Avery said, still focused on the thing "It's usually used to mark down a location, y'know"

Jesse shot a glance at Meredith, who was slumped on the half-eaten sofa, eyes closed and breathing evenly. Asleep.

"Okay, and?" she asked, toning it down in order not to wake up her friend. "What do you need it for?"

This time, Claire Avery looked at her "I'm assuming you don't wanna stay here, in this godforsaken world" a slight smile formed on their face "I'm looking for the closest Gate"

Jesse decided not to continue this weird interrogation and just got up, wandering off into the corridor.

She entered the bathroom and washed her hands. It was more of an unconscious movement, and she paid it no attention. What really concerned her, was a child staring at her in the mirror with two, black as coal, empty eyes.

She stumbled back, surprised. The child stared at her with an unreadable expression.

"What the hell…" she whispered

"Zostawiłaś mnie," the child whispered. It was quiet, barely audible, yet filled with anger "Jak mogłaś?" their voice was getting unbearable "Jak mogłaś?!"

Jesse closed her eyes and slowly slid down the wall. The voice was getting louder and louder "Przepraszam…" she whispered, tears dripping down her face. She was shaking.

"To wszystko twoja wina!" they screamed, making Jesse cover her ears

"I'm sorry, okay?!" she raised her voice a bit, looking up at the child in the mirror "I'm sorry"

They were staring at her with such intensity she felt as if she was suffocating. She couldn't breathe.

"Stop it" she wheezed

The child glared

"Stop it!" she repeated, louder. Black spots were slowly creeping from the sides, clouding her vision

"Jayka?" she heard Meredith's voice "You okay in there?"

The pressure lifted and upon glancing at the mirror, she found it empty.

She coughed, ignoring the nickname.

"Yeah, just give me…" she took a deep breath "…a second"

"Sure"

She shakily got up, heavily leaning on the dirty wall behind her.

She splashed some cold water on her face and glanced at the mirror one more time.

The previously random red-ish patches wrr now arranged to form words.

See you soon

Jesse sank to her knees again.

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"You left me"

"How could you" ×2

"I'm sorry"

"It's all your fault"

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Okay so this was supposed to still be chapter 15 but I'm an idiot and posted it too soon. Oh well, whatever.

Also there's been some tech difficulties since as you might or might not know my phone took a ≈1.8m dive screen down onto some tiles and the replacement is trash. But hey at least it's not gonna spontaneously combust if I use it for 1h like the replecement #1

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Wake up babe new OC just dropped

Her name ks Meredith and shes a witch

Art dump from my Digital Drawing class

We just finished midterms, so this is everything ive made so far!

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