The Headmaster task Roman in teaching me magic giving the whole last ones in the scorpio coven and shit. I hate the idea because I don't want to be a witch in the first place but it's my life now and I don't want to spend the rest of my school year punching the likes of Penelope and Alyssa when I can zap with them with a jolt of electricity with the right spell. Roman, who has never taught anyone magic or seen someone as clueless about the magical world as me is in fact taking his role quite seriously. After doing magic together to transform my new room, he believes there's hope for me. At least it's good that he believes when I don't. I didn't have a say in my transfer to a magical school and learning how to do magic is the last thing on my mind at the moment.

He wants me to be strong and fierce just like him or like any other scorpio witch. I guess he's heard the stories of his coven ancestors. I know I can never be like him, not as good and strong either because unlike him I'm not a full blooded witch but he doesn't have to know that.

I don't like the guy but he knows something about me that no one here knows, my nightmares. He's easily to talk to when he isn't being a complete asshole. I don't like doing magic with him either because whenever I do, I feel some strange connection to him. It's the coven power, I know but I don't want to risk attaching my lips to his when I know he's with one of my greatest enemy. So in order for the headmaster not to add 'magic training with Roman' to my schedule, I let him join my meditation class with the headmaster once, just once because I know he isn't a yoga person but he surprises me by staying through it.

He and I are laying down on the grass near the lake, watching the sky after I finished meditating, which didn't do anything for my soul. I try telling the headmaster that he's wasting his and my time but he believes it's the only way for my to learn control.

"What do you think the sky is made up of?" I ask curiously. I'm not much of a thinker, but whenever I sit and stare at something I wonder what it’s made of.

"I don't know, clouds maybe," He answers nonchalantly.

I sigh and close my eyes to feel the surrounding environment or try at least, I can't do that without the guidance of the headmaster. It's ironic because the headmaster once told me 'needing other people is weak.' and here I am, can't do magic without Roman giving the scorpio speech or saying the three words I vowed never to say again. I can't meditate without the headmaster.

"I know you are just trying to help me with my magic and I haven't been able to reach the climax, but I can't help but think you and the headmaster are hard on me. It's like you are preparing me for something." I say quietly. Not sure why I pointed it out, because I clearly wasn't thinking about it.

He sits upright and waits for me to join him. "Something is coming, Cami. A war is coming. It's bigger than any of us. I need to prepare you for it because I might not be there," he whispers sadly and closes his eyes.

I want to ask why he is in pain, but I can't because he is Roman, he is insufferable.

I don't understand a word he just said but if the war he means is our upcoming mid term, sure I should prepare because I won't be able to copy from him.

"Don't let anyone tell you or convince you that you are not worthy." He shifts his position, turning his body to face me. "A time will come when you will doubt yourself but I want you to remember you are special, you are different from all of us and that is exactly what makes you worthy," he takes my hand in his and stares at me.

I raise an eyebrow, because what he is saying makes little sense to me. "Huh?"

He smiles sadly. "When the time comes just trust and follow your heart."

I remember that day like it was yesterday. Too bad yesterday was the day he died saving me. In his twisted way he told me, he warned me about everything but I just didn't see it or I wasn't listening clearly. I never fully understood why he was involved with the Holmes and when he told me I didn't think about it because I was under a lot of pressure that I skipped so many things. For a while I hated him, when I found out he was playing me all along, I loathe him but then he told about his parents. He was victim and I understand why he did it, I do now. His parents are animals that deserves to be fired upon but we all know who is pulling the strings. In fact I don't blame his parents. I blame the high lord. He is leader of the all witches and wizards, he knows no one can say no to him. That's probably the reason why he hates my father. In a way everything comes back to me. It's all because of me. Roman is dead because of me. My adopted parents are dead because of me. My biological parents are alive but they are with him, so I won't call what they are alive because I doubt the high lord is dinning with the enemy. He probably has them locked in one of this chains I'm in, in his cellar.

My friends, I don't know if they are alive but if they aren't, then their death is on me too. I haven't killed anyone but my hands are covered in blood.

I don't know what happened or how I got here. One minute I was crushing that guy's heart literally and figuratively, and next I saw darkness. I woke up with a killer headache and of course the chains. It's slightly different from the ones they used on me the last time, while those were ordinary steel collars, they upgraded the collars with spikes that a sudden move of my head would kill me. This makes me angry, I'm his family but I should know that means nothing to him. My hands are decorated in power damping chains and an inhibitor collar around my neck. They went through such great lengths to keep me powerless and helpless.

The wall behind me is rough and my sense of smell refuse to fail me this time, so I know this isn't where we saved Jessica. It's slaughter house, it reeks of death and sadness. If only I could have done things differently, maybe we wouldn't be here. I knew they were coming me, we could have ran or prepared more but no I let Damian talk me into fighting, and now I don't even know if he's alive. It's dark where I am but it isn't night time, the day shimmers through the small space that can hardly fit my head. I don't know if I'm alone or not.

My head snaps up at the sound of the door opening, and as Arihmatheo steps in with a stupid smug expression on his face, the LED lights fills the room, giving me a visual of where I am. My face curls up in sadness as I recognize the alter in the middle of the room. I used to dream about men in cloaks and one of them with a cane walking round the altar with a newborn crying on it. The dream never ended well, the baby died every single time and I couldn't save it.

I never understood my nightmares, no matter how hard I try. Not even after the dream collector told me they mean something to me, I never did until now. Yesterday I had a dream, not a nightmare like I used to and the fact that nothing earthshaking happened just made everything balance. My nightmares, they were all about me. I dreamt about my birth, and my father chained to a wall, this very wall. The nightmares as never been about fires or my fears but my death. I was supposed to die that day. The elders led by the high lord were going to sacrifice me. I know that now because that is a sacrificial altar and all my nightmares finally make sense. My first set of memories were what created the nightmares.

All my life I've been a slave to my sleep. I couldn't close my eyes without the horrors of my first memories plaguing. I was just a baby and their decision to kill me and my parents is what got me here. The war was never something for the future, it had already begun, it felt like it had to pause because I needed to grow up and know the truth and now I do.

I move my hands that are hanging in air from the chains but I don't go far the chains pull me back, I wince in pain while Arihmatheo laughs. "How many times are we going to go over this Princess? Stop resisting, you'll only kill yourself."

I think about replying him, telling him that I don't care but I see them, my friends. Jessica is in one of those transparent pods from Arihmatheo's lab and she isn't moving, she isn't in a cryo sleep either, I can tell that Arihmatheo just put her there because she is the only one he sees as a threat. Her eyes are opened but they are dead, she's all drained of blood. Nate's face is bruised, his arms looks broken. His lips are sealed with tape and his hands are tied behind him, I know this because he's laying on his side. Damian and the headmaster are chained to the wall like me. I guess Jessica isn't the only threat here.

"Why is Jessica not moving and what the hell did you do to Damian and the headmaster?!" I don’t even recognize the horror in my own voice.

"Jessica is the only threat I see here, her powers are the only thing I'm actually afraid of. And I didn't do anything to her, this is all her doing. She slipped into the sage world after you lost the fight. I put her in that pod to stabilize her. We don't want undead zombies running around now, do we?" Smirking, he continues, "Dihipians are loyal idiots, your boyfriend and headmaster has proved that over and over again. They surrender willing when they saw you down," he brings his hands up and blows into his fingers and adds, "Guess that's what happens when they serve weak royals, first your father and now you."

I try to jerk my hand out these stupid chains, if only I could. I stop trying when I notice something strange. They aren't moving but they are not like Jessica.

"What did you do to them?" I try to keep my composure but I am close to losing it.

He shrugs and smirks. "Me? I already told you I didn't do anything. Come on, Camille, you know me better than this."

"They aren't moving."

He turns back and tilts his head, he hums. "I suppose you're right but know I didn't do this," he walks closer to Jessica and stops beside her pod. "She did, the whole ghost act is all her, maybe I should try and cut her out of it, would that bring them back, what do you think?" He leaves her side and come back to stand in front of me. "You know? I have always wanted to experiment on her, see how far her powers go. I know she can ghost herself but taking others with her is pretty impressive, let me see if she can maintain it with a knife to her neck." He smirks, getting to me.

If he was trying to strike a nerve in me, he just did. "Touch her, Arihmatheo." I try to move but it's pointless. "I fucking dare you!" I snarl.

He chuckles and removes his knife from his pocket. "I remember someone telling me the exact same thing years ago, guess what I–" I cut him off, beating him to it.

"Got a scar in your face." His face falls, he doesn't know I know. I smirk, knowing I'm getting to him. "Don't mess with me, Arihmatheo. I am not my father and believe me when I say I won't miss, I never do." I always miss but he doesn't need to know.

"Let's see how you plan on stopping me," he threatens as he places his designated knife on my neck he leans closer, his expression changes. "Listen to me very carefully, Camille," his voice isn't playing. What's going on? "Things are about to go from bad to worse but when everything is over and you survive, remember this spell Erk toh. Say it. Say it now!"

What has gotten into him?

"Erk toh." I repeat in shaken tone, I didn't want to but I remember his powers of compulsion.

He nods and closes his eyes, sighing in what sounds like a relief. What game is he playing? He just switched from being a mean bully to this.

"Now do good to remember it when everything is over." He whispers and slaps the side of my head, saying a spell I can't make out.

My sight becomes blurry and my head feels like it's drowning. He does give me that chance to react as he produces his knife and places his against my neck. Still drunk on whatever it is he did to me, I close my eyes and brace myself for his attack but a familiar voice stops him.