The campus was really quiet Today. You know the kind of silence where you feel you're the Only person on that campus. Yeah, that's what I was feeling, Know.
I had not stopped thinking about those weird whisprs, the bloody footprints. And the mysterious voice from yesterday. I felt like Aurora's death might have been caused by Lucian, but he was hiding the reason why he killed her.
And suddenly I remembered seeing a box inside a drawer- the one that had Aurora's old belongings.
I was digging through the box very carefully, expecting it to contain her old sketches, school notes or maybe letters from an old friend
But then, amongst her belongings, I saw a small leather-bound journal worn out. I was shocked that Aurora had never told me about having a diary.
Slowly, I opened it
The first few entries were related to the regular stuff like school stress, peer pressure and arguments with friends. As I flipped deeper, I noticed that the tone turned darker- hurried and desperate
"The Cult is watching. I know I should never have agreed, but they promised me Power. If I brought her to the ritual, if I had, I could never let the Prophecy win because if it does, my life will be gone".
Was Aurora involved with a secret cult?
My hands began shaking as I continued reading.
"Tonight, I met with the elders of the cult. They told me about a ritual of return. A way to bring a body for a sacrifice to raise him. I would do anything. Celestia must never know anything tonight. I will bring her for the sacrifice so the heir will never be born, and her soul will nourish and help him to regain his powers."
I froze
Aurora was hiding secrets from me, not just secrets, but Dark secrets. L
Her diary made it clear that she had been involved in a cult. That she wants me to be dead for a random sacrifice
I closed the diary.
Everything just got confirmed now that Aurora's death was no accident. She was a part of something dangerous.
I looked at the silver pendant around my neck. Everything suddenly came to sense. The whispers, the visions, and Lucian were all connected to this
I was not being hunted by shadows but rather by people who wanted me to be dead and take my soul for some ritual
I tucked the diary under my arms, feeling both grief and fear all mixed.