The room hummed with secrets, and I stood there, my heart pounding in sync with the machines. Dr. Elara's words echoed in my mind: "A unique specimen indeed." What did she mean? And why had Louise brought me here?
I glanced at Louise, but her expression remained inscrutable. I was getting to know her but yet even she held secrets from me. The air tasted metallic, charged with anticipation. I flexed my fingers, feeling the magic within, the energy that was new to me until today.
"Superior demons," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "What are they?"
Dr. Elara turned toward me, her eyes gleaming. "Ah, Aurelia," she said, "you ask the right questions. Superior demons are rare, powerful beings. They possess the most magic—the kind that can reshape worlds, bend reality. They're coveted, feared, and respected."
I swallowed hard. Magic had always been elusive for me, a distant dream. But now, standing in this sterile room, I wondered if it flowed through my veins after all.
Dr. Elara's gaze intensified. She stepped closer, her hand reaching for my forehead. I flinched, but her touch was gentle. Her fingers traced the curve of my broken horn—the remnants of what had once been whole.
"What color was your horn before you broke it?" she asked, her voice low, almost conspiratorial.
My breath hitched. Memories flooded back—the day I'd lost my horn, the searing pain, the blinding light. "It was white," I admitted. "Pure, like snow."
Dr. Elara's smile widened. "White," she murmured. "A rare hue indeed. Most superior demons have black or crimson horns. But white…" She trailed off, lost in thought.
Louise appeared at my side, her eyes filled with concern. "What does it mean?" I asked her, desperate for answers.
Louise hesitated, then leaned in, whispering in my ear. "White horns signify balance," she said. "A fusion of light and darkness. You're special, Aurelia."
Special. The word echoed in my mind. But what did it matter? I was still incomplete, my broken horn a constant reminder of my inadequacy.
Dr. Elara stepped away, her clipboard forgotten. "Louise," she said, her voice urgent, "we I wish to talk to you in private please."
Why are they putting me back and what are they going to talk about, Iwant to know too. I glanced at Louise, seeking reassurance, but her eyes were distant, filled with secrets.
"Go and wait for me in the car," Louise instructed. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
I nodded, my mind a whirlwind. The driver sat in the car, engrossed in a game on his phone. I climbed into the back seat, the leather cool against my skin. The engine purred to life, and I stared out the window, watching the scientists move with purpose, their white coats billowing like wings.
What awaited me beyond this sterile room? What did it mean to be a superior demon? And why had Louise kept this hidden from me?
As the car pulled away, I pressed my hand to the glass, feeling the vibrations of the city. The world blurred, and I closed my eyes, seeking answers within. Magic pulsed, dormant yet alive. I was no longer leaving in a forest or even stealing from the others just to eat.
And as the car sped through the streets, I vowed to uncover the truth, to embrace my destiny even if it meant facing the unknown.
Two weeks later
The days had blurred into weeks, and Louise had become a distant figure in my life. Once, she'd been my anchor, my protector. Now, her visits were rare, like fleeting comets across the night sky. I wondered what had changed, why she'd withdrawn from me.
This morning, I woke to find her already in my room. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the floor. Louise stood by the window, her silhouette ethereal. She'd laid out an outfit on my bed—a simple white shirt and black trousers. Practical, unassuming. The kind of clothes that blended into the background.
"Well your awake," Louise said, her voice gentle. "Eat first, and then get ready. Today I'm taking you somewhere but it's a secret."
I blinked, still half-asleep. Food sat on the side table fried eggs with crispy bacon. My stomach grumbled, and I obeyed, devouring the meal as if it held answers. Louise watched, her eyes unreadable.
After breakfast, I took a quick shower, the water washing away the remnants of dreams. The clothes felt foreign against my skin, but I wore them the white shirt pristine, the black trousers tailored. Louise appeared at the bathroom door, her fingers deftly tying my unruly hair into a ponytail.
"You look presentable," she teased, and I couldn't help but laugh. Louise for the moment have always been nice. But lately, her practicality had veered into secrecy.
"Well, let's get in the car," she said, leading me downstairs. The driver waited, his expression impassive. We climbed into the back seat, the leather cool against my legs. The engine purred to life, and we pulled away from the house.
Silence enveloped us. The city blurred outside the window streets, buildings, faces passing by. I stole glances at Louise, but she stared straight ahead, her jaw set. What was she hiding? Why had she brought me here?
Thirty minutes later, we arrived in front of a building a town hall, its façade grand and imposing. Stone columns flanked the entrance, and intricate carvings adorned the archways. The double doors stood open, inviting yet foreboding.
Louise stepped out of the car, her heels clicking on the pavement. I followed, my heart racing. The air smelled of history, of decisions made and secrets kept. The marble floor echoed our footsteps as we entered the cavernous hall.
Inside, the walls were lined with portraits mayors, council members, faces frozen in time. The ceiling soared, painted with constellations and allegories. A chandelier hung like a crystal sun, casting rainbows across the polished surface.
"What is this place?" I whispered to Louise, but she remained silent. Her grip on my hand tightened as we approached a massive wooden door.
" Don't worry because I'm going to adopt you as my child." said Louise with a bright smile,and I was kind of suprised but happy at the same time.