The windows of the mansion appeared to be non-existent to an outside observer. There was neither light coming in nor shadows falling. This house was an illusion woven with magic a sanctuary torn from time, discernible only to chosen eyes. But the silence of that night was like a breath before the storm. Because there was something inside that was about to wake up. Alison was standing in the middle of the room. His breathing had accelerated, and the vibration emanating from his fingertips was cutting the air. The energy spread like an invisible wave across the ground, displacing even dust. There was a humming echo in his heart as if another heart was beating along with him, but with a different rhythm.
His eyes darkened for a moment, then his irises glowed purple. It was as if someone or something inside him had awakened. William Damien was watching her in the dark corner a few feet away. His eyes were dark even in the light of the burning candles. This time his usual cool facial expression turned into nervous admiration. This woman had the kind of power that even he feared. "The energy within you is awakening," William said, his voice barely a whisper but echoing in the room. "But if you try to suppress it, it will burn you. You must learn to manipulate it, Alison." Alison was out of breath. "What do you mean by directing?" he shouted. "I feel like this thing could kill me!" William approached slowly. His shadow left the wall and spread like a dark mist. "It won't kill," he said in a low voice. "But if it gets you… then you can't go back." At that moment, he grabbed Alison's wrist.
A spark jumped from where their skin touched literally. Sparks of magic in the air began to swirl around them. The shadows on the walls moved, as if staring at them. Alison started, but couldn't pull her hand away. There was both danger and peace in William's touch; It was as if fire and water had touched each other. A voice inside him was screaming at him: Run! But another, a much deeper voice, whispered: Stay... because it completes you. Suddenly, the whole room shook. The chandeliers on the ceiling crackled, and ancient spell texts fell from the bookshelves to the floor. An invisible wave of power spread through the air—from Alison's heart. William raised his hands, his eyes turning black. "Chains of darkness, listen to me!" he exclaimed. His words echoed as if tearing through the air. Rings of black smoke appeared around the room, intertwining and surrounding Alison. It wasn't an attack, it was a control spell. The smoke was shaping and directing his energy. But there was one thing this spell couldn't hold: Alison's heart.
Alison closed her eyes, not out of fear but to focus. He heard that voice in the darkness—whispers turning into words. A woman's voice spoke like a distant echo: "Find us. Your blood calls to you." Alison shuddered. "Who's this?" he muttered to himself. William took a step closer to him. His whisper echoed right next to her ear. "They made you forget who you are," he said. "You are not just someone, Alison. The blood of the oldest line of wizards flows in your veins. This power you inherited from your mother." He paused for a moment, his gaze darkening. "But your father… your father was a completely different being." Alison's eyes flew open. "How… how do you know that?" William fell silent. For a moment, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his lips. "Because," he said at last, his voice low but clear, "I too am part of that dark lineage." The air suddenly became heavy. A silence fell—an almost living silence. Something stirred in Alison's heart. The energy he had just had trouble controlling was now flowing through his veins, but this time it wasn't harming him. He looked at William; he was no longer just a teacher. He was a confidant, even a destiny. But this new awareness seemed to disturb even the house itself.
Dust fell from the ceiling, a hum began on the walls. A distant rumble was heard outside. The manor's protective spell was cracking. William raised his head quickly, his eyes turning black. "They found us…" he said. "Who?" "Dark Council," he replied. "They don't want you to wake up." The doors opened with a crash. Four figures entered, floating through the darkness. Smoke seeped from under their long black cloaks, and their eyes burned with red fire. Each of them turned towards William, magic rings spinning in their hands. The first spell split the air. William raised his hand, forming a shield. The clash of spells made a sound like lightning. As the paintings on the walls fell to the floor, William's eyes turned completely black. But Alison was no longer a spectator. He opened his palms and a purple light burst out of him.
One Council member crashed into a wall, another was thrown to the ground. William bound one of them with black chains, which curled like smoke and wrapped around his body. "This is it!" cried William. "Feel this power! Don't suppress it, Alison!" Alison squinted and shouted. A wave of energy exploded; Pure magic passing through the middle of the room shattered the creatures in front of it. But this power also shook his own body. He gasped and fell to his knees. William appeared right next to her and took her in his arms. "Slowly…" he said, his voice soft and protective this time. "Check it out. This is your moment to make friends with the darkness within you. Don't reject it. Reconcile it." Alison rested her head on his chest, her eyes half closed. "What if he gets me?" he whispered. William's voice was determined, but there was a broken warmth in it: "Then we will be lost together." At that moment, the world stopped. The dark power in William's hand merged with the purple light flowing through Alison. Two different energies danced in the air, spiraling. Black and purple met in the most dangerous balance of darkness and light. That energy expanded like a heartbeat and encompassed the entire room.
The storm outside suddenly stopped. One by one, the Council's spies melted away, leaving behind only the smell of burning ozone. The walls of the manor fell silent again, but this silence was not peace. It was like a warning, like the breath of an unseen being. William continued to hold Alison in his arms. The woman's eyes still glowed with purple light, but the frenzied energy within her had calmed down. "How did we… do this?" ' Alison asked in a low voice. "Your light," said William, "and my darkness. They balanced each other. But this is only the beginning." He looked up at the ceiling and heard a distant echo. The magic line running through the manor was trembling. "They found us. The Council doesn't give up. Tonight was just a warning." Then he looked at Alison's face. "I can't hide you anymore. The magic calls to you. And once the call begins... no one can silence it." Alison's heart stopped for a moment. The female voice that echoed inside him spoke again: "Come. Take your blood back." The woman closed her eyes and whispered quietly: "This voice... seems to be guiding me." William lowered his head, his face almost touching her hair. "Perhaps so," he said. "Maybe your destiny is calling you, Alison Brown. But remember... sometimes fate is not a gift, but a punishment." At that moment, an echo rose from the walls of the ansion. It was neither human nor magical, but alive.
An ancient, ominous whisper filled the room: "Darkness has been summoned…" "None of you are safe now." And the lights went out one by one. All that remained was their breath, their heartbeat, and the echo of the darkness.