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prologue
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"Melissa Millson," an old, gravelly voice calls my name, tone sharp like the edge of a dagger. It sends a jolt down my spine, as if I'd been electrocuted. Her dark eyes peer at me, narrow and full of contempt. I stand. "To the ritual chamber. Your results will determine your future within this coven."
"Yes, my lady Helen," I say, bowing my head to my coven leader and making my way towards the arch. I can feel eyes following me, some belonging to other initiates while others were higher-classed members here to observe. I knew my mother was in the latter group, watching me, hoping I would make her proud rather than embarrass her, but ultimately knowing I would fail.
My skin crawled, and I avert my eyes to the ground, hiding my face behind long auburn hair. The sounds of my footsteps hit the stone floor, much too loud, much too alone despite the surrounding faces. The silence I left behind me was absolute, and spoke volumes.
I stop, and look up; the arch is above me, looming sinisterly, pulsing with power. I know that crossing this means no going back — I know that after this, my life will never be the same again. My stomach is at my feet. I know what fear feels like, but somehow this feels like so much more.
Looking through the archway is like looking into the depths of a vast, undiscovered ocean. Beyond this stone archway held the key to my future — the unknown.
I don't want to enter. I want to go home and climb into bed and hide under my blankets. But the eyes, baring into my back like knives, urge me forward.
I close my eyes, and take a step.