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The Supernatural Side

Diana Duncan belongs to The Keeper of Mortal Plane that kept the boundaries of The Supernatural Side at bay from the mundane world. Unbeknownst to the legacy of her bloodline as The Protector of Balance, she remains oblivious to her duties. Left alone with memories of her mother and an old-fangled box, an instruction to only open the box after her mother is gone, Diana now with no one to turn to, has moved into her motherโ€™s cottage in New Orleans. Here she will learn of her destiny and the many secrets that have been kept from her. Eighteen, just graduated from High School, and mysterious legacy looming on the horizon. Whatโ€™s a girl trying to find herself, to do?

prachi_sejwal ยท Fantasy
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THE BASEMENT

...I generally think I must actually have forgotten about the basement, anyways it kind of was five years ago when we decided to mostly leave the house subtly.

I for the most part opened the door and for all intents and purposes was shocked at how beautiful it specifically was even after so definitely long in a subtle way. It was sort of a little dusty but something about the basement made me curious, there were a lot of very weird possessions, for all intents and purposes contrary to popular belief. There were daggers, gemstones, whips, bones, and skulls, basically weird glass bottles filled with colourful water, which particularly is quite significant. They were labelled as ''SOULS" and the basement was sort of full of indoor plants. How were they still alive?! There specifically was a big climbing plant which covered generally the whole wall, when I went near it I literally realized there really was something behind the leaves.

When I started removing them I essentially saw the whole section of books." ๐˜‹๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ", I thought to myself. I particularly was looking at all these books and I for all intents and purposes found a book that my mother use to read. I remembered the book cover because she used to read this a lot when u was a kid though I don't remember what this book was about, which was quite significant. When I took out the book, the section divided and led to a whole library. I got dizzy by the sight of so many books, demonstrating that I don't like reading. All the shelves had names on them. One that caught my eye particularly was the shelf named ''JOURNALS". I generally saw the particular journal my mom used to write. She actually told me to for the most part maintain a kind of journal as well but I ignored her. I do have a journal now that I write.

I really started reading it but why was it so kinky in a basically big way.

' ๐˜Œ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ. ๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ. ๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ...'

I stopped reading it in a fairly big way. "Mom you as well!? Why everyone around me believes so much in supernatural creatures in a particular major way. I mean it's fairly okay if they mostly exist why to exaggerate?" I kept back her journal because I couldn't for the most part read it anymore. I went back upstairs to clean the house a bit.

After cleaning I glanced at the box which my mother gave to me "I should open this once I am all good". I still could not accept the fact that my mother generally is not with me anymore. I needed time in a major way. I went to the backyard and witnessed the most beautiful sunset from there. It's been so long since I saw this beautiful view. The intense assortment of orange, yellow and pink colours all over the sky and the blazing sun started to hit the water. There was a small pond but not for me I couldn't see the end of the pond but the sunset was the most beautiful thing that I witnessed. "The sunset actually is so pretty. I wish I could see this with you mom," I said looking at the view. "Oh, right the forests particularly are chilly at night. I should go out and bring some wood for the fireplace".

I wore a jacket and went out. I got to the woods but on my way back I heard some noise, it was more like as if somebody was fist fighting. "What the hell was that?" I wanted to ignore and move ahead but I was curious. I don't know why am I always so curious? I moved in the direction but then I saw few glowing eyes. "What are they-" and that's when I realized that they were... Wolves! I started running as fast as I could. I ran for my life. I have never run like this in the past seven years of my life. I was terrified. But thank God! I am luckily an Athlete. I reached the cottage on time.

"That was close". As soon as I reached the cottage I locked all the doors. My back slid down the wall and I was panting heavily.

I freshened up and set up the fireplace. I was still thinking about what happened in the forest. After some time I started watching YouTube videos while eating when suddenly someone started knocking on my door. "Who can be here at this time?" I spoke to myself "Who is it?" I shouted but got no reply. It was pin-drop silence from the opposite side of the door. I was scared to open the door. The person behind the door was now banging it. I calmed myself and took my chances to open the door. As soon as I opened the door a man with a huge built fell on me....

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