Taming Darkness

~Aleera~

It must be just a dream, but it feels so incredibly real. I don't know how it's possible, but I can see them. My mates sit in silence with each other, and Kalen's words reverberate through my mind as a surge of happiness ignites within me. A single tear trickles down my cheek, and I gently place my hand on my still-flat belly. "Could it be? Am I pregnant?" The question escapes my lips as a mere whisper. I smile weakly at the thought before my grin widens, and I gaze at the spot where one day a bump will form. I know deep down that Kalen is right.

I permit myself a brief moment of joy before reality comes crashing down, and I regain my senses. Furthermore, I yank my hand away as if my stomach has scorched me. My mother can never know. Information like this would provide her with the leverage she needs to destroy me completely. This revelation changes everything. My initial plans have slowly and steadily been ruined.

I need to put an end to this, an end to her. Lydia had better be prepared because soon she will face something far darker than herself-for when I come for her, she will meet darkness incarnate. And unlike my mates, the darkness within me will not be tamed. As I contemplate the gravity of the situation, my heart races with a mixture of fear and anger. The shadows in the corners of the room seem to darken as if they sense the storm brewing and tormenting me.

My thoughts swirl with plans and strategies to bring Lydia down, to tear apart the empire she has built on the backs of those she has oppressed. I know I must tread carefully, for one misstep could spell disaster not only for me but for the lives of those I hold dear and for those trapped down here with me.

I can feel the power coursing through my veins growing stronger as I regain it. It's a testament to the strength of what it means to be a Harmony-Fae. The darkness inside me is a double-edged sword; it could be my greatest asset or my most crippling weakness. Lucky for me, I've learned to harness it-to wield it with precision and control-so I know I will put an end to my mother.

My breaths come in measured, even intervals, as I steel myself for the fight that lies ahead. The night seems to whisper to me; a lullaby of shadows and secrets that only I can hear. It is a call to embrace the darkness, a call to tame it.