Chapter 55

Evelyn POV


"My aura surged forth in a burst of energy, revealing my true nature as a witch. My eyes blazed with a menacing yellow light, and I could feel my spirit resonating with Laura Stevenson's.


My voice echoed her name, sounding like the harmonious chant of three beings in one, the dark and foreboding tone holding her spellbound. 'Evelyn, you're scaring me,' I heard her soprano voice tremble, jolting me back from the realm of spirituality."


Laura's voice snapped me back to reality, and I realized that my aura had grown more intense, enveloping us both in its radiant glow. I took a deep breath, calming my energy and being willing to settle.

"Laura, I apologize if I frightened you," I said, my voice soft and soothing. "My... can be overwhelming at times, but it's a part of who I am."

Laura's eyes were wide with wonder, her fear giving way to curiosity. "What does it mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "This... this energy around you?"


I smiled, my heart filled with a sense of pride and purpose. "It means that I'm a witch, Laura. I am a guardian of the craft and a protector of those I care about."


As I spoke, my power flared once more, its colors shifting to a deep, rich blue. Laura gasped, her eyes fixed on the spectacle, and I knew that she was beginning to understand the true nature of my power.

"I can't stay here with you, Evelyn," she whispered, trying to pull away, but I held her close, my body trembling with weakly exhausted limbs, annoyed by the uncontrollable energy that was bursting forth.


"Laura, please," I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion. "Don't leave me. I need you."


She struggled against my grasp, her eyes flashing with fear and uncertainty. "Evelyn, your energy is suffocating me. I can't breathe."

I realized that my energy had grown too intense, overwhelming her. With a herculean effort, I reined in my power, calming the turbulent energy. My strength dimmed, and Laura's struggles ceased.


"Better?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. She nodded, her eyes still wary. "Y-yes."

I released her, and she stepped back, her gaze fixed on me with a mix of fascination and trepidation. I knew that I had to find a way to control my energy and balance my power and emotions. For Laura's sake, and for mine.

"I can help you with my powers," I said, my eyes sparkling with conviction. "They can help guide you through your abilities and assist you in breaking Arla's spell, which may be controlling Damian." I feigned ignorance about the spell, but Laura's smile betrayed her true feelings, revealing a hint of knowledge.


"Really?" She asked, and my skepticism was evident. "You think your powers can help me defeat Arla and break her spell on Damian?"


I nodded, my confidence unwavering. "Yes, I'm sure of it. My abilities are tied to the moon and the natural world. I can sense the balance of nature and the flow of energy. If Arla is using a spell to control Damian, I can help you detect it and possibly even counteract it."


I studied her, searching for any sign of deception or manipulation. But her eyes shone with sincerity, and her words resonated deep within me.


"Okay," she said finally, making a decision. "I'll trust you, Evelyn, but..." She trailed off, sitting on the bed, her weight causing the mattress to sag. "What is it, Laura?" I asked, a sincere smile spreading across my face. "What's holding you back?"


Laura's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze piercing. "But I need to know that you'll protect me from Arla's wrath. It's dangerous for her to have Damian as a cover-up. Evelyn, and I don't want to become her next target."


I nodded solemnly, my heart filled with determination. "I promise to keep you safe, Laura. I'll use all my powers and resources to ensure your protection. We'll face Arla together, and we'll defeat her."


"But you need to be initiated into the malevolent power," I said, my voice firm. "It's the only way to defeat Arla and claim Damian. I can initiate you into my witches' coven, and together, we'll have a better chance of victory."

Laura's eyes blazed with anger as she stood up from the bed. "I can't join your coven, Evelyn," she spat, her voice venomous. "I'll never embrace that darkness."


I sighed, frustrated by her refusal. "Laura, don't be foolish. You know as well as I do that our powers are no match for Arla's alone. Together, with the coven's support, we could be unstoppable."

Laura's expression remained resolute. "I won't join a group that worships darkness and chaos. I'll find another way to help Damian."

I shook my head, disappointment washing over me. "You're making a grave mistake, Laura. Without the coven's power, you'll be no match for Arla's magic."




"Evelyn, I won't do what you're asking of me!" she exclaimed, storming towards the door, her eyes blazing with hatred. "Get me out of this tiny, hidden prison! I thought you wanted to help me, but you're just a deceitful witch, manipulating me for your own gain!"

I sighed, feeling a pang of regret. "Laura, please understand."


But she cut me off, her voice rising. "No, Evelyn, I won't understand. You're just like all the others, using people for your own gain. I thought you were different, but I was wrong."

I reached out, trying to calm her down. "Laura, listen." But she shook me off, her eyes flashing with anger. "Don't touch me! Just get me out of here before I scream."


"I glared at her, my anger rising, but I kept it in check. 'The door is open wide; you can leave,' I said, my voice firm but controlled. 'But don't forget, I'm here to help you, Laura.'”