"And then? Who are you talking to?" Mila asks, confusion etched across her face as she finishes getting dressed.
I look around, finding no one. Squinting, I attempt to process what just happened. Mila waves her hand in front of my face. "Hello?" she calls, trying to regain my attention.
"There was someone here," I say, and she gives me an incredulous look, dismissing it as if I'm speaking nonsense.
"No, the only person here is you, and you're talking to yourself," Mila replies, making me question if I dreamed the encounter with Sybil.
"Where's your housemate?" I inquire, still puzzled. Mila shrugs.
"I don't have a housemate yet, Joy. Are you okay? Are you having second thoughts about this visit?" Mila asks, genuine concern in her eyes.
"Let's just go. I'm sorry," I say, attempting to shake off the strange incident. Mila still looks at me with worry, but we press on.
"If you no longer want to do this, J—" Mila starts, but I cut her off.
"I want to do this. I'm searching for answers, and there's only one way to get them," I assert, determined to unravel the mysteries of my existence. Mila doesn't argue and leads the way.
We request a taxi to drive us to our destination. The journey is quiet, and we arrive at an isolated landmark. The mansion's long driveway leads to a grand entrance with the name 'Dr. Walmer.' We stand before the intercom.
"Yes," a voice responds.
"Hi, my name is Joy. I called earlier; I have a meeting with Dr. Walmer," I announce. The gate swings open, and we walk into the yard, heading up the driveway to the vast brick house. A woman in a cleaner's uniform greets us, guiding us into a modern, open space with grey tiles, white walls adorned with peculiar art, and a glass sliding door leading to a breathtaking yard with a crystal blue pool.
"Please wait in the lounge. Can I offer you anything to drink?" the lady asks. We decline and are led to the lounge.
The room is exquisite, with grey couches, a glass table, and ottomans. As we settle, a man's voice greets us. We turn to see the most beautiful man I've ever seen. Dr. Walmer, dressed impeccably, stands before us.
"Dr. Walmer," I greet, mesmerized. Mila, too, seems captivated.
"Nice to meet you both. I don't want to waste any of our time with unpleasantries. Miss Joy, please follow me; your friend is safe," Dr. Walmer assures. Mila nods in agreement.
He leads us to a door beside the stairs, down a stairway, and into what seems to be the basement. Candles illuminate the room, revealing numerous old books.
"Welcome to my lair. Please get comfortable," Dr. Walmer invites. I observe the absence of chairs.
"You've come to me seeking answers," he continues, carrying a glass with a white substance. "Please step into the circle," he instructs. I follow, watching as he traces a circle with salt, explaining its purpose.
"Give me your hands," he directs, and I comply. As our hands connect, I sense a shock in him.
"You're a witch," he declares, and I laugh off the absurdity.
"No, I'm not. Witches don't exist," I assert proudly.
"But you are, Joy. You are from a long line of the greatest, most powerful witches of all time—the Leiria bloodline. Your father turned his back on his coven, and as punishment, his gift was taken away," Dr. Walmer reveals.
"And what about my sister?" I ask, curious about Faith's role in this revelation.
"Your sister is not your father's child. You and her have different fathers. Her father is a hybrid," he discloses, dropping my hands.
"What is it?" I ask, noting the fear on his face.
"You have to leave!" he commands.
"Why? What else did you see?"
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To Be Continued
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FanfictionFan Fiction - Mostly made up A story around the lives off a witch, a heretic and a tribrid. Joy has been in and out of hospital for as long as she could remember until she turns 18 and seeks answers about the reason behind her being sick. She then c...
