Magnus was lost in a whirlwind of confusion. Everything that had happened so far felt like a dream wrapped in fog — haunting, unreal, yet painfully true. Still, amid the chaos, a faint glimmer of hope burned within him.
He wanted — no, needed — to find the mysterious magical creature again. Maybe it could show him what he could no longer understand about Bellatrix… her past, her secrets, and the truth she was hiding.
But there was a problem.
Bellatrix was still inside the castle.
And Magnus knew if she caught him, she would sense everything.
His thoughts, his intentions, even his fear.
He sat near the window, staring into the moonlight. "How should I go there? If Bellatrix finds me, I'm finished," he muttered under his breath. "But I can't just sit here forever."
Just then, faint voices echoed through the corridor. He froze and listened carefully.
> "Lady Bellatrix is leaving for another kingdom," one maid whispered.
"She's going to meet their king."
Magnus's eyes widened. She's leaving?
A small smile crept across his face. "This is my chance… my only chance to uncover her past," he whispered.
But what Magnus didn't know was that Bellatrix wasn't going to meet any king.
She was going to discover the truth — about Magnus himself.
And perhaps… about the strange feelings growing inside her heart.
Still, Magnus thought the path ahead was finally clear. He hurried down the cold corridors, past the enchanted mirrors, and into the secret hall where the wall shimmered faintly with ancient magic.
He placed his hand on the wall, and it rippled like water.
The air trembled.
Behind it, the mysterious creature — the one that held memories of the past — awaited him.
Magnus stepped closer, his voice trembling.
> "Show me the truth about Bellatrix's past… please."
The creature's eyes glowed, and before Magnus could blink, he was dragged into a swirl of light and darkness.
Wind howled around him. Time twisted.
When he opened his eyes, he was standing in another world — in Bellatrix's past.
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The first thing he saw was her.
Bellatrix.
She was radiant — her beauty so natural it seemed to make the air shimmer around her.
And beside her stood a man. Damon.
They were laughing together, carefree and warm.
Magnus's heart tightened. She's smiling… she's happy.
It was the first time he'd ever seen that side of her.
But then anger, sharp and sudden, burned in his chest.
Why am I feeling this way? he thought bitterly. Why do I care?
He told himself it wasn't jealousy — that it was only hatred toward Damon. But the truth gnawed at him.
As he watched, he saw Bellatrix and Damon spend days together — walking through moonlit gardens, sharing stories, laughing like two souls who had forgotten what pain was.
But strangely, there was no love between them.
Magnus frowned. "If they were that close… why didn't they fall in love?" he whispered.
After a long conversation, Bellatrix said goodbye and hurried toward her clan. She didn't notice that someone from her clan was secretly watching her from the shadows.
But Damon stayed behind, a sinister smirk spreading across his face.
> "Go on, little mouse," he muttered darkly. "Run back to your people. Come again tomorrow — just like every day. You'll soon be my prisoner."
His voice changed — colder, venomous.
> "You think I care about your vampire clan? I'll use you to destroy them all. You're too innocent to see it, too weak to understand the power you hold. God must've given it to you by mistake, Bellatrix. You don't deserve it."
Magnus's blood ran cold.
He's the one Bellatrix has been waiting for all these years?
Impossible.
Rage and disbelief crashed through him. "No… I won't let that happen," he whispered. He ran, desperate, shouting into the illusion —
> "Don't believe him, Bellatrix! He's a snake! He's going to destroy you — your clan — everything!"
But his voice vanished into the wind.
No one could hear him.
He was trapped in a memory.
Magnus fell to his knees, helpless. All he could do was watch.
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Whispers began to rise through the vampire clan.
> "Bellatrix is in love with a human," someone hissed.
"She's breaking our laws — putting us all in danger!"
Bellatrix faced them with trembling hands. "No! You're wrong! He's a good man — he'll never hurt us!"
But her words fell on deaf ears. The air grew heavy as Chief Bronson entered. His presence silenced everyone.
He approached Bellatrix slowly, his expression grave but gentle.
> "I know your heart, Bellatrix. You've never made a wrong decision before," he said. "But rules are rules. He is a human — a prince, no less. You must forget him."
Bellatrix's eyes widened in shock.
> "Love? Chief, you misunderstand. He's just a friend! I would never—"
Bronson raised a hand. "That's good to hear. Keep it that way. Never let a human take place in your heart."
And he turned away.
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But word traveled fast — too fast.
Damon heard everything.
> "She rejected me?" he hissed, eyes burning with fury. "So the little innocent dares to defy me…? Then I'll destroy her whole clan!"
That night, the kingdom's army marched toward the vampire territory. Soldiers armed with silver and fire.
Bellatrix was inside, speaking softly to Chief Bronson.
> "I'm sorry, Chief. I'll never disappoint you again."
"I'm not angry, Bellatrix," he replied gently. "I'm only worried. You're weaker than the others — slower, softer. Promise me you won't get hurt."
"I promise," she said, her voice trembling. "I don't know why I'm so weak… but I'll try my best."
Before she could finish, a voice screamed from outside —
> "Chief! The kingdom's army is here! They're coming for us!"
Bronson rushed outside and froze.
A sea of soldiers stretched across the hills, torches blazing like stars of war.
And at the front — Damon.
He smirked cruelly.
> "Hello, Bellatrix. I heard you rejected me."
"What are you doing here?" she cried. "You know what I am!"
"Of course I do," he sneered. "And now I'll destroy everything you love."
"Damon, please—" she began.
But he raised his hand.
> "No mercy! ATTACK!"
The ground shook as soldiers charged. Screams echoed. Vampires fought fiercely, tearing through the army like a storm of shadows and blood.
Bellatrix, weak as she was, struggled to protect her clan. Her power flickered, fading fast. Damon advanced toward her, sword gleaming.
> "It's time to die, Bellatrix," he said coldly. "This world has no place for the innocent."
He swung his blade —
But another sword struck his mid-swing, stopping it with a metallic clang!
A voice spoke, deep and commanding:
> "Lay a finger on her… and you'll be ash."
Damon's eyes widened as a tall, dark figure stepped forward from the smoke. His aura radiated power. His eyes — fierce and golden — locked on Damon.
> "She is mine," the stranger said. "And I don't like anyone touching what's mine."
Magnus gasped. His heart pounded.
Who is he…?
But before he could see the man's face, the vision shattered.
Light consumed everything.
And Magnus was thrown back into his world — trembling, breathless, and more confused than ever.
He sat in silence for a long time.
Bellatrix's past… Damon's betrayal… that man…
Nothing made sense anymore. But one thing was certain — the truth was far darker than he imagined.
Meanwhile, far away, Bellatrix was returning to the castle — her own heart filled with unanswered questions.
Both of them now searched for the truth — one about the other.
And fate was leading them toward a collision neither could escape.