Ever since the incident with Emily, my dreams have been haunted by shadows and echoes of power. I'd been working tirelessly to regain control over my abilities, to find peace within myself, but every night, the nightmares returned. Tonight was no different.
I found myself in a dark forest, the trees looming over me like silent sentinels. I walked through the mist, my heart pounding with a sense of foreboding. As I moved deeper into the woods, I saw a figure standing in the clearing ahead. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized her.
"Aimee?" I called out, my voice echoing through the silence.
She turned to face me, but something was wrong. Her eyes were dark, almost black, and her expression was twisted with a sinister smile. This wasn't the Aimee I knew. This was a creature of darkness, a reflection of the black energy she had been struggling to control.
"James," she hissed, her voice dripping with malice. "You can't save me."
