Blinding Light (BLS Book 1)

Raven

I pout while I return to my room. Mila didn’t want to throw knives with me.

Hmph!

I thought at least she would do one round, but she flat-out rejected me. I return to my darkroom and light a candle. The clock ticks 11:00 P.M.

Wow, it’s late.

I splayed out on my bed like a spider, leaving the candlelight on. I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep when I laid there for at least an hour—with my eyes staring at the dusty ceiling. When I finally started to relax, I hear a scream outside that sends chills down my spine—because I knew exactly who that was.

I bolt upright like lightning and slip my shoes on. Creaking open the door, I poke my head out. The eerily silence makes me frown. No one else seems to have heard the scream. I throw a cloak and head out—the blackness hiding me in the dark.

It’s when I head outside and feel the cold wind hit my face that something doesn’t feel right. Just as I predicted, I feel a sudden pain in my stomach. I groan out loud before falling to my knees. I clutch my stomach before a piercing headache hits me, and my vision doubles before my eyes close.

***

My eyes open to complete total blackness. I see something glowing at the back of the darkness, a bright, white light. I push myself up to my feet, analyzing my surroundings.

How did I get here?

I look down to see all my clothes have changed. I’m no longer wearing my cloak, no longer wearing my dress. Instead, I’m in a red dress, and my brown hair is pulled back partially. The rest of my waves rest on my shoulders. I don’t have any shoes on as I walk on the cold, black floor. I touch my face and shiver when my cold fingertips make opposite contact with my warm skin.

Where am I?

The room suddenly gets below the regular temperature. I wrap myself with my arms, but I can’t stop my teeth from clattering. The light abruptly gets brighter.

I completely forgot about that. I ease my way over, and a beautiful, pale face sleeps on the bed. It’s not a bed really, more like a lab table.

Wait, how did I know that?

I can feel the fabric and the softness of the pillow. Her brown hair is laid neatly around her face, but her eyes remain shut.

Why is she so familiar?

I frown. The girl suddenly jerks and sits up. I yelp and stagger back a few steps resulting in myself tripping on my long dress. I land on my rear end with a thud. She wakes up, but her wide eyes dart wildly around the room. I don’t know if I’m hallucinating, but she seemed to be glowing—a light that is so bright that I have to squint my eyes.

Then, she screams. She clutches her head with both her hands and screams—a terrifying, blood-curling scream that my brain recognizes immediately.

“Mila?” I ask out loud, and her screaming stops. She doesn’t answer but stalks toward me like a predator—tilting her head.

“Mila, is that you? It’s Raven.”

Her brown hair covers her eyes as she faces me. She’s like a flame, and I’m like the torch handle. I touch her face; surprisingly, it’s warm. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. A flicker of recognition hits her face, but it disappears as quickly as it came. She stares at me like I’m her prey. She slaps my hand away, making me flinch.

“Mila? What’s wrong with you? It’s me.”

She narrows her eyes and snarls, “You…”

“Oui, what about me?”

“You ruined everything. You took everything from me! You took everything!” She cries.

“What are you talking about?!” I say, raising my voice to match hers, but more confused than anything.

What did I take from her?

“I didn’t ruin—”

“You ruined everything! My life, my hope, you crushed it all. You…”

She grits her teeth and snarls before pouncing on me like a cheetah. I yelp and try to dart out of the way, but it’s too late; she tackles me to the ground.

I land on my back with her on top of me. She scratches at my face and punches me like a madwoman.

“Get…off me!”

I manage to slip under her light body and throw myself on top of her. She screams and kicks me off with a strength that is so powerful that sends me flying backwards. I hit the ground again, having the wind knocked out of me. I prop myself up onto my elbows. I’m at least twenty yards away, and I widen my eyes in surprise.

“Huff…How did you…”

She’s in front of me in an instant, a dagger in her hand. It’s my dagger—from Elijah.

“Wait. Mila, listen to me,” I say firmly. Her green eyes blare with fury, hate, and despair. I feel the fear rise as she stalks closer to me, and I take a careful step back. She holds the dagger dangerously close to my face.

“Mila, listen to me. It’s me. Wait!”

She looks at me—such hatred in her eyes, and I couldn’t understand what I did to make her this way.

“We can talk about this.”

“No. You don’t understand. You don’t,” she snarls, and she suddenly screams. She drops the dagger and clutches the left side of her face, falling onto her knees, her tears streaming out freely. I rush to her side.

She’s my sister, for crying out loud.

I couldn’t stop myself from bringing my hand to her, comforting her by rubbing her shoulders. When my hands make contact with her, a vision overtakes me.

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