Supernatural Inmate (Supernatural Captivity #1) - Avery Song Page 0,93

a half months ago?

"There's no more time." The woman was two steps away from me, and the flames were closing in and bringing their intense heat with them.

Tears streamed down my face as I looked at her with wide eyes and a trembling lip. In that second, I saw the hint of pity in her eyes. I could see her debating whether I deserved to live or perish.

"Why do you fear change?" Her voice had a motherly tone.

"It's scary," I whispered. "My whole life changed when my par—those people who should have protected me decided to change their minds. That change thrust me into the world, and I'm grateful that I lived the life I did under Everett's care. Change means I have to change myself. That I have to shed the old skin and habits I cling to and start fresh. That frightens me...and sometimes, it excites me. I've been told I was human all my life and in less than three months, everyone's telling me I'm something I never thought I could be worthy of being. How do I accept that at the brink of death?"

She grinned and nodded her head, the flames stalling an inch from my bare feet.

"I was like you once." She looked lost in old memories. "When I thought I could live in the bubble my people tried desperately to keep me in. Then we had to flee, and before I knew it, I was in captivity."

She lifted her head to the dark ceiling of piercing rocks that dripped of tiny droplets of water.

"For so long I wondered what was so special about me to land me in the dark depths of imprisonment. It wasn't because I was skinny or had different eyes. It wasn't due to my personality or behavior. I was handcuffed and chained like a slave, all because I was a supernatural of rarity, one not easily found with a beating heart. I went from a confined life with those I cherished to a world of isolation. Many, many years had to go by for me to realize what a gift I was to this world, and that I could use these very years in captivity to make those who fear me tremble even more."

She lowered her gaze, and the coldness in her eyes returned full force as she took a step forward.

"I had to wake up and realize that change forces you to transform, and it's up to each individual to make a choice. You can transform by spreading your wings and flying to what you dearly desire, or you can die, wishing to remain what you can't be anymore."

One final step and her body began to levitate in the air, her wings outstretched to their full length.

"The choice is yours, Cassandra. You've survived this long because you have a purpose to fulfill, but that door will close if you don't accept that this is the pivotal moment in your life, and what comes after is what you need to embrace to become victorious."

"You're not making sense!" I exclaimed.

"To gain something, you must lose something." All bits of emotion left her face as she stared down at me. "It's time to lose what's most precious to you. If you survive this, my name is Celeste. One of the Four Faery Absolutes. If your eyes open to the truth, you'll know where to go next."

Her wings arched back and flapped once; the wind and heatwave that hit me were a strong enough combo to pick me up like a feather.

I gasped, my body moving upward as Celeste lowered until her feet stood in a ring of fire.

"Find yourself, or nothing can save you. Not even death."

The wind that kept me flying vanished and my body plummeted into the dark abyss below.

The only sound was my high-pitched scream.

And then complete silence.

Supernatural Transformation

"They'll kill her if she's given to the wrong people, Wilfried! Do you trust these people with your life?"

"I've sacrificed so much for the Thorns. They promised again and again that if I ever needed a favor in return, they would honor it with their very blood. This is out of our hands, Faith."

"She's so precious, Will. She deserves to live. To experience life without being woven into the dark alleyways of our world and imprisonment. Look what happened to—"

"Our son went against what he was told."

"He was only seven, Will! What does a boy know?!"

"Seven is the age at which the heavens begin to judge you for your sins. He