Prelude- Fate vs. Destiny
“The chain reaction of evil
One cannot outrun fate yet
they can choose the outcome of their destiny.”
“Wake up,” Grams whispered as she shook Blair in an attempt to wake her.
“Wake up, Blair,” She said with much more intent and a firm tone.
Blair glanced over at the clock to see that it was 3:00 am. She jumped up from her bed and could hear the panic in her grandmother’s voice and sense the fear in her eyes. “What is it, Grams? What’s going on? Are you okay?”
Blair asked so many questions in confusion. Grams grabbed her and pushed her down into a corner, placing a trembling finger over her lips. “Shhhhh.”
Blair couldn’t understand what caused her grandmother to be so fearful and why they couldn’t speak aloud. “Grams, talk to me. You’re scaring me!” Blair screamed out to her grandmother.
Grams hurriedly placed her hands over Blair’s mouth again. “B, I hoped they would never find you. I thought I could protect you from your past. Whatever you do, don’t trust The Society.”
She looked over her shoulder then back at Blair. “I should have told you about who you truly are to prepare you for this day. I’m so sorry, my sweet B.” Grams hugged and kissed Blair on the forehead.
Blair looked into her grandmother’s eyes and couldn’t help but feel like this would be the last time she would ever see her again.
The bedroom door flew open, and a dark shadow filled the room as if they were being swallowed whole by the darkness. Grams stood before Blair with her arms open, wide facing the shadow, and yelled, “You can’t have her. Evil shall not win”!
The shadow began to swirl, and a big gust of wind engulfed the room. Blair continued looking at her grandmother, still in confusion and with so much fear. She couldn’t move, and the room grew silent and cold.
A low and deep growl echoed through the room. It was the same gruesome sound she heard earlier from school. Something was present in the shadow, and it spoke in a smoky and malicious tone. “Finally, I have searched for many years for you, and finally, you will be mine.” A dry laugh followed his words, his voice so dark and frightful that tears began to run down Blair’s cheek.
“B, B!” Grams yelled, placing her hands on Blair’s face. “Focus on me, baby, look at Grams.” She was kneeling over Blair, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
Blair could see her grandmother’s lips moving, but she could not hear anything she was saying.
Grams leaned over and whispered something into Blair’s ear. Looking at her one last time, she smiled at her.
Grams stood up, and her lips were moving again, but still, Blair could not hear. A bright light shined around Grams, and suddenly she was gone along with the dark shadow.
Blair passed out and fell to the floor.