49: Fragments of the Past
As the room fell into tense silence, Alexander's grip on my hand remained tight. His fear mirrored my own, but deep down, I couldn't shake the certainty that I had no other choice. I would have to confront this power, no matter the cost, and bind the curse to my will before it consumed everything.
But the exhaustion from days of preparation and worry began to weigh on me. My mind clouded with uncertainty, and before I could protest, Alexander ushered me to rest. His words were gentle but firm, insisting I get some sleep before the looming battle.
I didn't fight him. There was no energy left in me to argue. My body sank into the plush bed, but despite its comfort, sleep did not come easily. I tossed and turned, thoughts racing through my mind, questions left unanswered. And then, slowly, the shadows at the edge of my consciousness began to swirl and darken, pulling me into a dream—or perhaps something more.
