VICTORIA’S POV
Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at my reflection and couldn’t help but wince at the girl that was staring back at .
It has been 20 days since my training started, and my life beca a living hell. Every day Daniel and Ashton were harder with their moves than the previous day. Daniel had suggested Alexander train too, but he didn’t take the advice, which I was glad for, or I think I would’ve died by now.
My grandfather has been visiting at random tis and days in between, which I was grateful for because he was kind of providing the moral support that I needed the most in this bruised condition of mine.
Daniel doesn’t suspect anything. He thinks that it’s my Magna trying to elaborate and expand itself, and I can’t be any less guilty about it.
After the incident that happened that day, the guys have learned to knock before they enter my room. And it gives enough ti to send my grandpa back or make any excuse on why I wasn’t opening the door imdiately.
I looked at the girl in the mirror that had large bruises on her body and the yellowish blue marks on her body that were more or less making her look ugly. My grandfather had been fussing about these marks every ti he would co, and would always suggest that I stop the training, but the thought of losing him has kept going.
Lifting my hands and legs, I turned my body before nodding in the mirror. The spell has worked fine again.
Every day, Daniel had been chanting these spells on so that my body recovers faster, and the next day I would be ready to get beaten by them again.
You guys heard that right. This is what I had been calling this training session. I have beco their personal punching bag, and the worst thing about it is, I can’t even complain because they are helping enhance my energies and bring out my potential, which everyone can see is a very tough and bruising process.
Apart from the fact that their punches and throws hurt like a bitch, I think they were indeed right about this bring out the potential thing. Now I can control my feelings and emotions, which indirectly ans, I can control my flas and the little water energy I have.
How co I know about it? Because it has been very long since I had a random thought of destroying sothing and an urge to beat the shit out of soone.
Smiling at my reflection sadly, I sat in the middle of the bed before making sure that the doors were closed and a protective shell was ford around so that no one can disturb while I perform this ritual.
After thinking for a long ti today, I finally told my grandfather about my water dream, and his words were similar to that of Daniel’s words. He said that the possibility that this thing is true is very minimal. However, rather than denying my hypothetical dream that Daniel calls it, my grandfather told to ditate and concentrate on the dream until I feel myself back in those waters. He said if I try hard enough, and my magic is strong enough, then I will be able to bring back so water from that source, and that water can be used to locate the water body that hides the crystals and that rose that has the answers to all the curse that I have been going through according to my parents.
Closing my eyes, I tried to channel all my energy into the area between my brows, trying to collect as much as I could. I tried to paint the picture of the water resource and those crystals into my mind, but no matter how hard I try, as soon as those crystals appear in my mind, they are followed by the image of Madeline, who was hovering over the water.
This reminds , I am yet to tell my grandfather about the appearance of Madeline in my life. I wanted to tell him. I have tried many tis, but as soon as I make up my mind to tell him, my grandmother’s words start echoing in my ears, and I drop the idea of moving forward with my plan. I was afraid that her words will be proven right and my grandfather would turn against when I will tell him about her.
Didn’t she say that my grandfather had taken upon himself that he will kill every hybrid out there to protect the world from another Madeline incident? I was afraid that he will kill when he’ll co to know about Madeline’s presence in my body.
And why wouldn’t I be afraid of him? It hasn’t been always that he was fond of like this. His original plan was to kill only. It was when I was eight years old and uncle Pattrick was trying to find so that he could exchange with grandfather and he could get that spell he was longing for, did my grandfather found about .
My uncle’s greediness was the reason that my grandfather found before Patrick could. At that ti, I didn’t know who was my grandfather, and why was he trying to kill . When I had seen him for the first ti, it was as if I was attracted to him because of his unearthly beauty or because it was the blood connection that brought to him, but as soon as I saw him, I called him grandpa.
I think the old man’s heart was moved by my eight years old self, and he took in his arms.
It was after he took in his arms, and my Magna connected with him was he able to know that I was the hybrid he had been searching for and that the daughter of Nelson and Martha was alive.
Having been taken in his arms, I don’t know what happened to him, because after that the words that ca out of his mouth were,
‘I found the heiress to my throne. Her mother couldn’t inherit the throne, but I can sense that her witch powers are a hundred tis stronger than her mother, and she will be a great queen.’
The little didn’t understand what he had said, and I was only interested in the candies that he brought . However, as I started to grow old, and rembered his words, which I must ntion that he had erased my mories and given them back to only after I was fifteen, did I understood what he said.
Since then, he cos to et every now and often and nobody, including Azrael or anyone, knows about it. He had asked to hide the truth from my adoptive parents too, and like the greedy girl for the candies and other possessions I was, I had hidden the truth since ever.
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