Blinding Light (BLS Book 1)

AM I AWAKE?

I’m lying flat on the ground, face-to-face with blackness. There are wooden doors around me in the lineup of a hallway that stretches further down into more blackness. The spiderwebs seemed to have grown the last time I was here.

Last time I was here…?

A bright yellow light peaks through one of the doors. Without thinking, I reach for the knob and it creaks open. There is a ballroom with lighted chandeliers and people from all directions. I see myself being dragged by Raven across the dance floor. Something in the corner catches my eye, a cat? But it disappears when I look. A sick feeling sits in my chest—I’ve been here before.

Am I just having the same dream?

It’s almost midnight.

Midnight! The last time I was here was because of Midnight, and memories come rushing back. The fall, the prince vanishing, the cat. It almost hurts my brain to remember, like it’s blocked by something.

What’s going on…?

I start pacing, panic creeping in. I hear someone giggle, only to look up to see Raven. Somehow, I managed to travel across the dance floor. But instead, the replicate of myself stands before me.

“She passed away about two years ago, Captain.” I’m talking to a man. He’s tall and muscular, with the posture of a knight.

A captain?

My thoughts are interrupted when the other man speaks.

“Will you dance with me, My Lady?” He bows deeply, I take his hand, or I see myself take his hand. He takes her out to the dance floor, but he looks stern, unhappy. My replica does not speak but only stares at his face. I realize he has the prettiest eyes I have ever seen. It’s a beautiful ocean blue, and my replica notices it too. She smiles and talks to him; I can’t make out what she’s saying, so I move closer to the dance floor. Someone passes through my body as if I’m made of air. I stumble and stare after the waitress.

This happened last time…just a dream, I tell myself. Shaking my head, I ease closer to my replica and the man.

“I’m able to read body posture and predict what you’re thinking. Not reading thoughts—”

Strange, reading thoughts? What did I say to him, or what did my replica say to him?

I circle them, still stumbling every time someone walks through me.

It’s just a dream. It’s not real, I tell myself again.

…

So why do I not recall this?

“You must beware of the one that will get very close to you.”

It’s then when I realize that this man is none other than my rude escort, Asher. I frown, trying to make sense of what’s happening, but a searing pain hits my head, making me fall to my knees.

I feel my forehead, and it’s hot, scorching. Taking a shaky breath, I shake my head violently, trying to get rid of the burning headache. I groan as it gets worse. No one else in here noticed anything out of the ordinary. I feel myself being lifted as I clutch my head in my hands. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping to ease the pain.

I’m suddenly flung backward. The pain falters when I hit the ground—the cold, hard, lifeless ground. It knocks the wind out of me, and I slide until I’m back in the hallway of doors, still full of spiderwebs. I search around frantically, looking for an exit: wanting to get out of here as soon as possible. I try each door, locked…locked…

…

Locked.

Calm down, Mila. Think, how did you get out last time? I don’t remember…

“I don’t remember…!” I whisper scream in frustration. The spiderwebs grow again, just like last time.

Like last time! I look at the doors once more. And I see it. One door looks much closer than the others.

That’s it. This is the one. I reach out, and even though it seems so far away, I’m able to grab the doorknob just as the spiders ease out of their webs.

Ew, ew, ew!

Unable to contain my panic anymore, I twist it violently—the wood splinters and breaks under my fingers. It’s open—and that’s all I care about. I slip in, slamming the door before the foot-sized spiders catch up.

I’ve only heard about these sized spiders in books. Seeing them in real life is so much worse. I don’t take in the fact that I broke the door with my bare hand. The thought alone terrifies me so much that I push it to the back of my mind, storing them with my guilt.

It’s not real. It’s not real. Anything can happen from a dream. I repeat it in my head, hoping it’ll stick in my brain.

You’re not crazy.

Not crazy.

Panting and slide down to the floor. The door does not disappear, however. Something touches my hand and I shriek, thinking it was a spider. But it was just a piece of paper. I grab it and rip it free of the sticky spiderwebs.

‘Wake up now. Wake up, Mila ~Si’

As I read it, the words echo into nothingness.

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