BACK TO PRESENT
The mirror fades back to its ordinary state, leaving the room in stillness. Lamia stands there, dumbstruck by the flood of memories, the images of the past 500 years flashing vividly in his mind. His gaze shifts to Damian, who carries centuries-old secrets, their love in the past being shadowed by betrayal and loss, with Irene as the villain. The weight of knowing this overwhelms Lamia, especially as he realizes the mystical nature of the silver necklace—its power far greater than he could ever have imagined. It was meant for him. But why? He turns to Damian, his thoughts spiraling. What else is being hidden?
Damian, visibly downcast, approaches him.
"I'm so sorry, love. I didn't know it would show us all this. I thought it would start with how we met… 10 years ago," Damian says softly.
Lamia gasps, his chest tightening at the realization. "Ten years ago? There's more?"
Damian nods, regret lingering in his eyes.
Catherine, standing silently nearby, can hardly comprehend what's happening. She witnessed the depths of their love, and it stirred something deep within her. Tears brimming in her eyes, she feels like she's intruding, suddenly paranoid that Lamia might abandon her for Damian. It's too much to bear. Could fate be pulling them together, leaving her behind?
Her heart races as she watches them. Catherine feels herself unraveling. She had fallen deeply for Lamia, and the thought of losing him… it was unbearable. She tries to suppress the emotion, but the more she watches, the harder it becomes.
Lamia glances over at her, sensing her inner turmoil. He feels torn, but they had come too far to stop now. There was still so much to uncover.
"We don't have much time," Lamia says, his voice strained. "This was supposed to take 72 hours, but it keeps dragging on." He runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his every movement.
Damian places a hand on his shoulder. "I know this isn't what you expected, but we have to keep going. You deserve to know everything… to the last."
Lamia's mind races as he contemplates what he just saw. Damian… the last descendant of the dead witches. He holds such dark powers. And the Black Dragons—weren't they defeated? Why does he feel like something far more sinister is at play? Looking into Damian's eyes, Lamia knows he has to finish this journey, no matter how hard it gets. He has to find the truth—about his memory loss, about Damian's identity, Lucinda's death, Catherine's attempted murder, and who was truly pulling the strings behind the events at Ivory High.
Taking a deep breath, he reaches out and grabs both Damian and Catherine's hands.
"Come on, guys. Let's finish what we started."
As if sensing their resolve, the mirror glows once more. This time, the scene shifts, pulling them into the events of 19 years ago. The atmosphere thickens, tension mounting as the past begins to play out before them.
AUTHOR NOTE: SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER AND NOTE FROM NOW ON EXPECT DAILY UPDATES I AM BACK BABY....