Log entry 6
Topic: Did Elias get pushed over or fell over
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He paused, staring down at the words as though they might rearrange themselves into answers. They didn't. He dipped the quill into the ink again, his hand steady, even if his thoughts were anything but.
Armand, my 'father,' mentioned my—Elias's—fall in passing, as though it were nothing. But the way he said it... the weight in his tone. It was too deliberate, too calculated. He didn't sound concerned; he sounded... expectant.
Then there's Thane. His comments during training were too casual. Too cruel. "You plummeted," he said, like it was a joke. But he wasn't joking, was he? There was something in his eyes—mockery, yes, but also satisfaction. Almost as if he knew.
Avery set the quill down and rubbed his temples. The fragments of memories—Elias's memories—flashed in his mind, disjointed and incomplete. He could almost hear the echoes of a voice, sharp and cold, shouting just before the fall.
I keep going back to that voice. Was it Thane? Or someone else? It felt distant, like a shadow lurking at the edges of my mind. But the emotion behind it—anger. Fury. Betrayal.
He picked up the quill again, the tip pressing into the page a little harder than before.
If someone pushed Elias, it wasn't random. There's a reason. Something deeper is happening in this family—secrets buried under layers of control and manipulation. Everyone here is playing a game, and I don't even know the rules.
Arabelle, for instance. She watches me like I'm a chess piece she's trying to decide how to use. She pretends to be indifferent, but her gaze is too sharp. Too calculating. If she knows what happened to Elias, she's not letting it slip. But why? What would she gain by staying silent?
The candle flickered, and Avery glanced toward the door, half expecting to see someone standing there. The hallways outside his chamber were empty—or so they seemed. He shook his head and turned back to the journal.
A sudden chill crept up Avery's spine, and he set the quill down again. His gaze drifted to the window, where the moonlight barely pierced the heavy curtains. The shadows seemed deeper tonight, darker. He couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't alone.
Elias. He's still here. I can feel him.
The quill scratched across the page faster now, as though the words might somehow drown out the presence in his mind.
Elias's memories keep surfacing—flashes of anger, fear, and something else. Betrayal. He doesn't want to remember, but he does. I don't know if he's pushing those memories toward me or if I'm dragging them out of him, but they're there, haunting us both. And the more I feel them, the more I think... he didn't just fall.
He was pushed.
Avery leaned back in his chair, staring at the words he'd just written. His breath was shallow, his chest tight. He wanted to deny it, to convince himself that it was just paranoia. But deep down, he knew better.
He picked up the quill one last time, his hand trembling as he wrote the final line.
If Elias was pushed, then someone in this family wanted him gone. Someone who saw him as a threat. And if I'm not careful, they'll come for me next.