Chapter 71: Chapter 71

CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE

ROXANNE

What do you do when you're face to face with the demons that have been lurking in the dark, hurting you, whispering fear and terror in your dreams? What do you do when the secrets of the past, the secrets you've longed to know, are finally before you? Do you turn away because you know it won't end well, or do you stay because you've been kept in the dark for too long?

My eyes darted to a corner, and there he was—Ryker, bound with chains. Just like my vision had revealed. He looked exhausted and in pain, his clothes stained with blood, and wounds covering his skin. A raw gasp escaped my lips, and my heart clenched.

The girl smiled and approached me. My heart thumped loudly in my chest, as I watched her movement. There was something hauntingly familiar about her.

It scared me that we looked exactly alike. It was as if I was staring at a reflection of myself, except this reflection had blue eyes while mine were hazel.

"What's going on?" Zane demanded, his voice trembling with fright as he glanced from me to her.

“I'm as shocked as you,” I said, my eyes fixed on her.

The girl smirked, her gaze flicking to him. "Brother, it's my first time meeting you. I'm quite familiar with Roxy in a way,” she said, her voice dripping with sweet venom

“Don't call me that. You don't know me enough to call me that,” I snapped.

But she was gentle. Too gentle.

“I know you must be wondering what is going on,” she said in a voice similar to mine but slightly deeper. “But I'll answer all your questions and I'll also let you understand what is going on.”

I whispered, my voice barely audible, "It's you. The girl from my dreams.”

She smiled sweetly, but there was nothing kind about it. "I'm Lilith. Your twin sister.”

***

Lilith stared at me with hatred burning in her eyes as she spoke, "Let's start from the part when we were born.”

Zane stepped between us, his protectiveness surging to the highest. "You're not my sister. You're nothing but a clone. My mother never had twins.”

It was terrifying to accept, and I felt as though I might break down at any moment. It was overwhelming. Lilith was my sister, hidden for years only to appear one hot afternoon.

Out of the shadows of the room, a woman emerged. She looked like a spirit, ethereal and otherworldly. She bowed before everyone and said she was the necromancer who would tell the truth.

I wondered what a necromancer had to do with it, but I kept my thoughts to myself, too overwhelmed to question further.

“Why should we listen to you?” Zane demanded. “Suddenly I have another sister. Suddenly you want to tell the truth?”

“You can choose to walk out of the doors but I think it's best to reunite both prophecies,” she said in a voice that sounded like a breeze.

I shook my head in horror, “what are you insinuating?”

“What I'm saying is, the prophecy isn't just you, Roxanne. Lilith is also a prophecy. I brought Lilith up. I have awaited this day so please, let me do my work.”

That was too much information to take in but we did as we were told. The necromancer asked Selina and the Beta to leave since it was personal.

We were asked to form a circle: Zane, Lilith, and me. Tension lingered in the air as the necromancer placed needles in our foreheads. “You'll see things but no matter what, never let go and don't try to open your eyes.”

As we stood there, eyes closed, I felt the load of the revelation bearing down on me. Lilith’s presence was like a dark shadow and her hatred was a tangible force. I could sense Zane’s confusion and fear, mirroring my own.

The necromancer began to chant, her voice echoing through the room. Shadows swirled around us, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I could sense the truth was about to be revealed, and I braced myself for whatever was coming.

As the chanting grew louder, images flashed in my mind.

***

The revelation of the genesis.

Scores Ago…

In a dimly lit chamber adorned with mysterious symbols, the air was thick with supernatural tension. Grief-stricken, a woman cradled the lifeless form of two tiny infants in her arms as she gazed down at them with tears in her eyes.

Grief led her to the hidden home of a famous necromancer—an expert said to bring the dead back to life.

With a thin hope, she entered the necromancer's lair, clutching her babies tightly to her chest. The necromancer, cloaked in shadows, looked at the lifeless children with eyes full of ancient secrets

She stared at the babies knowingly. Without uttering a word, she knew what the woman was there for. It seemed as though she was an open book.

“You do know there are consequences bound to this, Luna,” she whispered in a voice that sounded like the breeze of autumn.

The woman sighed and stretched out her daughter to her, “No one knows about this. I can't tell anyone I've lost them. Whatever the consequences are, I take it as my cross. Just please, bring my girls back to life.”

The necromancer tilted her head to the side, “What are their names?”

“Roxanne and Lilith,” She said amidst tears.

The necromancer nodded. “I can only bring one to life. You have twins but just one of them is powerful,” she touched Roxanne's head. “It's her.”

The woman looked miserable. “My daughter is powerful? Why can't we bring both of them back to live?”

“Because one has to be sacrificed to restore the other. So make up your mind, which of your children are you willing to lay down her life for the other?”

The woman hesitated as if in thought then she said, “Roxanne is powerful, you say, then sacrifice Lilith’s life for hers.”

The necromancer took both babies from her. She placed their limb bodies on an altar.

The air pulsed with an eerie energy as the necromancer began her ritual, tracing patterns in the air. Whispers of ancient spells filled the room. Candles flickered as magical energies intertwined, drawing power from the void.

As the chants grew louder, a ghostly light filled the room. The necromancer, acting as a bridge between worlds, reached into realms beyond death.

The boundary between life and death trembled, and Lilith's body twitched as if guided by invisible forces. The necromancer's voice, with its haunting melody of ancient tongues, reverberated through the chamber.

The woman's eyes widened in fear, and her heart raced as a gentle vibration coursed through Lilith’s veins. The room fell silent, as if waiting. With a single word, the necromancer's hand gently lowered to rest over Roxanne. Lilith stopped shaking, she went limp again and the woman bit her bottom lip nervously.

Then, like a soft whisper, Roxanne took a tremulous breath!

The woman almost shrieked. Yes, she had heard about the necromancer and the miracles of how she had brought many children to life but this was the first time she was witnessing it.

Life was restored, not taken from death, but given anew by the necromancer's mysterious skill. Roxanne's eyes, once dull, now glimmered with vitality, and she let out small cries.

The necromancer gestured for the Luna to approach. As she did, they both watched in awe as the girl's eyes shifted colour, from ocean blue to silvery ash, and finally settling on hazel brown.

As the mysterious energies faded, the necromancer placed the newborn in its mother's arms, looking at her with a thoughtful expression, as if she held some deep wisdom. The ethereal glow around the child added to the surreal atmosphere of the moment.

“Your child, born between life and death, isn't just an ordinary being. There's a hidden power within her, a glimpse of something of the beyond. Her fate is weaved with mysterious forces beyond our understanding.”

The woman was confused but she listened, feeling both amazed and scared. Her eyes stayed on her as she held her baby close.

“What do you mean?” she whispered, “Is my child… extraordinary?”

"Yes, it's a connection to realms beyond what anyone can understand. It's like a spark that moves between magic and life. But be careful, because if this power isn't controlled, it could change everything.”

With a mysterious movement, the necromancer raised her hands again, casting a final spell to protect the child's hidden powers. But something went wrong, and the seal became stronger than planned.

"There, a protection for the extraordinary. A gift and a limitation, intertwined in a mystical weave," she murmured in her gentle voice.

As the last words hung in the air, and she processed the revelation, a heavy feeling weighed upon the mother's heart.

“My child… you said she is special. What have you done to her?” she demanded in fear.

The Necromancer shook her head. "Indeed she's powerful and she can be a target in the future. The powers are sealed to keep her safe. If her powers are left unsealed, she will die because it's beyond her control. ”

The woman felt overwhelmed by the unexpected outcomes, like a hidden warning. The room, once filled with strange powers, now felt heavy with secrets. Her child's new life was tangled in mystery.

“What do you intend to do about the lifeless child?” The necromancer inquired, gesturing to the second child on the altar.

“Bury her.”