Chapter 2
You want to know why the ritual is important? Sylenya spoke.
"There was a time",she began her voice soft but iron– hard,"when we were not families. Not even sentient. We were hunger. We fed,killed and tore.
We didn't know restraint until something fed on us.
Sylenya continued, clearing her throat. "A witch, born under an eclipse,her name was erased from records.Even her coven feared her. She spoke in languages that the stars has forgotten.She could twist time in small places and turn breath into blades. But she was young and curious.
One night,she wandered too far into our territory. A vampire ––newly turned,reckless and hungry for blood––thought her mere mortal.He drained her of blood without question.And in doing so,he cracked the veil between worlds and something woke.
The crimson moon rose for the first time... not as light, but as law. And a pact was struck. Every century, one of us must bind with a mortal. Not by force, but by willing connection. Love,pain, sacrifice.
It is not the union that seals us.....but the surrender.
What do u mean by " willing connection"? Cameron asked.
It means fate is not enough on it's own. The binding only works if the vampire and his mortal bind surrenders –fully. Not to duty,not to instinct. But to recognition, sylenya answered.
"Around the fiftieth night before the crimson moon rises" sylenya continued,"the vampire begins to feel the pull".
What pull? Kaelen asked brows raised.
"The one that makes the world feel wrong without her in it."
"It starts in the quiet moments — when nothing is happening, yet your heart beats too fast. You think it's restlessness. But then… the shadows begin to lean toward a direction. The wind seems to carry a scent you've never known, but crave. And every time you close your eyes, you feel a presence that isn't there."
"That's the pull. It doesn't drag — it waits.
Right! Shadows leaning, craving unknown scents. Should I start sleeping in a salt circle or should I just admit that I'm being haunted by a Love story I didn't sign for? Kaelen shoots sylenya a dry glare.
Don't worry son,when it starts you"ll understand everything I said. Not with logic, not with Grace. But your whole body screaming for something you can't name. You'll understand in the way fire understands dry wood. Sylenya replied tone soft but disturbing. And by then,it"ll be far too late to unfeel it. She said with a faint smile.
Great! Can't wait for him to start screaming like a prophecy in boots. Elira said smirking.
Oh, fantastic! just what I needed––a cheerleader for my impending meltdown. Thanks sister,real comforting,Kael said rolling his eyes.
"As I was saying", sylenya continued, interrupting them, the mortal bind carries a mark that is always visible on her shoulder— a sign only the chosen can bear."
But the story is only just beginning,she said in a soft tone.
To be continued.....