Seraphina’s POV
Consciousness returned like walking through thick honey. The first sensation was light, brilliant and warm, flooding my vision with an almost unbearable intensity. I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them slowly, letting my pupils adjust to the ethereal glow surrounding .
When my vision cleared, I gasped in wonder and confusion.
I was lying in the center of an impossible garden. Flowers stretched endlessly in every direction, but these weren’t ordinary blooms. They pulsed with inner light, their petals shimring in colors that seed to exist beyond the normal spectrum. Deep sapphire blues swirled with molten golds, while crimson roses blazed like embers beside silver lilies that glead like moonlight on water. Each blossom radiated its own gentle luminescence, creating a tapestry of living light that took my breath away.
The air itself felt different here. It was warm and thick, carrying scents that triggered mories I couldn’t quite place. Vanilla from birthday cakes, the fresh rain sll of spring mornings, the comforting aroma of my grandmother’s kitchen. Every breath filled with a sense of perfect peace, yet underneath that tranquility, alarm bells were ringing in my head.
I pushed myself to my feet, spinning in a slow circle as panic began to claw at my chest. The garden extended infinitely in all directions, with no visible horizon, no sky, just endless radiance above and around .
"Hello?" My voice ca out smaller than intended, swallowed by the vast silence. "Can anyone hear ?"
The quiet pressed against my ears like cotton. No birds sang, no wind stirred the luminous petals. Just perfect, terrible silence.
"Please, sobody help !" I shouted, my voice cracking with desperation. "Where are my children? What happened to ?"
Terror seized my throat as the implications hit . If I was here, wherever here was, what about my kids? Were they safe? Were they looking for ? The thought of them scared and alone while I was trapped in this beautiful prison sent ice through my veins.
I broke into a run, plunging through the glowing flowers. Petals brushed against my legs like gentle fingers, but I barely felt them. I had to find a way out, had to get back to my family. My lungs burned as I sprinted through the endless garden, but no matter how fast or how far I ran, nothing changed. The sa perfect, terrifying paradise stretched on and on.
Just as my legs threatened to give out, I saw him.
He stood motionless among the flowers, perhaps thirty feet away, his presence as solid and reassuring as a lighthouse in a storm. He was tall, with dark hair touched with silver at the temples, wearing simple clothes that seed to blend with the otherworldly light around him. But it wasn’t his height or bearing that stopped cold.
It was his eyes.
Brilliant erald green, exactly like the ones I saw in my mirror every morning. The sa unusual shade, the sa depth, the sa spark of intelligence. They were unmistakably familiar, yet I’d never seen this man before in my life.
He didn’t speak, just watched with a gentle smile that sohow made the panic in my chest ease just a fraction.
"Who are you?" I called out, my voice still shaking. "Do you know where we are?"
I took a tentative step closer, then another. Sothing about him felt like coming ho after a long, difficult journey, though I couldn’t understand why.
His smile widened slightly. "You’ve grown into such a remarkable woman, Seraphina."
My heart stuttered. "How do you know my na?"
"You truly don’t recognize ?" His voice carried a note of sadness that made my chest ache in sympathy.
I studied his face more carefully, searching for so buried mory, so forgotten encounter. The shape of his jawline, the way he held his head, the gentle curve of his mouth. Everything about him felt achingly familiar, like a song I’d heard in childhood but couldn’t quite rember the words to.
"No," I whispered. "I’m sorry, I don’t. Please, just tell who you are. And tell how to get ho to my children."
His expression grew tender, filled with a love so profound it made my eyes burn with unexpected tears.
"I am your father, Seraphina."
The words hit like a physical blow. The world seed to tilt sideways, and for a mont I couldn’t breathe. My father. The man whose absence had shaped so much of my life, whose identity had been a mystery that haunted since childhood.
Now that he’d said it, I could see it everywhere. In the familiar green eyes, in the stubborn set of his chin that I recognized from my own reflection, in the way he carried himself with quiet strength. The recognition wasn’t intellectual but visceral, a knowing that went bone deep.
"Dad?" The word ca out broken, barely a whisper.
He stepped forward, his movents careful, as if he feared I might bolt. "Am I really seeing you, or am I dead?"
"You’re very much alive, sweetheart." His voice was warm honey, filled with paternal affection I’d never experienced. "You’re safe here. Co, let explain."
He turned and began walking deeper into the luminous garden. I followed without hesitation, my eyes never leaving his familiar silhouette. We walked in companionable silence through the impossible landscape until we reached a small clearing where a white stone bench sat beneath a tree whose leaves shifted through every color of the rainbow.
"Sit with ," he said softly, settling onto the bench.
I lowered myself beside him, my heart hamring. Being this close, I could see even more resemblances. We had the sa hands, the sa slight crease between our eyebrows when we concentrated.
"May I?" he asked, opening his arms.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. When his arms closed around , it felt like every missing piece of my childhood clicked into place. This was what I’d dread of, what I’d mourned never having. A father’s embrace, warm and protective and unconditionally loving.
When we finally separated, he cupped my face gently, studying my features with wonder.
"You’re not here because you’re dying, Seraphina. You’re here because it’s ti."
"Ti for what?"
His green eyes grew serious. "You know what must be done. Deep in your heart, you’ve always known."
I pulled back slightly, the familiar weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders like a lead cloak. "You an Dorian."
"Your brother isn’t evil by choice," he said carefully. "The darkness in him cos from , from mistakes I made long before either of you were born. I brought that shadow into the world, and it’s poisoned him."
"But I’m not strong enough," I protested, rembering every ti Dorian had outmaneuvered , every battle I’d lost. "He’s proven that again and again."
"You are the only one who can reach him," he said firmly. "You are the light to balance his darkness. But first, you must believe in your own power."
"Everyone keeps telling I’ll either save the world or destroy it." My voice cracked. "What if I choose wrong? What if I fail and everyone I love pays the price?"
His smile was infinitely gentle. "Your grandson is safe with , I promise you that. And your other grandchildren need their grandmother to be brave. The longer you let Dorian continue down this path, the more danger they’re all in."
He took my hands in his larger ones. "What happened to you both, the childhood you were denied, the pain you’ve endured, none of that was your fault. It was mine. I failed you both as a father, and I can never undo that damage."
His grip tightened. "But the future, Seraphina, that’s still yours to shape."
"Don’t think of it as destroying him," he continued quietly. "Think of it as freeing him. When Dorian finally sees the full scope of the devastation he’s caused, the guilt will destroy him anyway. You’d be offering him peace."
The truth of his words settled in my chest like a stone. I had always known, hadn’t I? Known that this mont would co, that this choice would be mine to make.
I leaned against his shoulder, breathing in the impossible scent of ho and safety. "I wish I could stay here with you forever."
"So do I, my darling girl. More than you know." His arm tightened around . "But your real life is waiting. Your family needs you."
The light around us began to intensify, growing too bright, too hot. The perfect garden started to blur at the edges, reality bleeding back in.
"Wait," I gasped, reaching for him as he began to fade. "I love you. I’ve always loved you, even not knowing you."
"And I love you," his voice echoed as the vision dissolved. "Now go be the woman I know you can be."
The blazing light consud everything.
I jolted awake with a sharp intake of breath, my back pressed against sothing cold and unyielding.
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