Purple Eyes

Chapter 29

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2. This book probably has like, 7 or 8 more chapters to go and then I'm finsihing it up. BUT DONT PANIC. I plan to make a sequel very soon and honestly, I have no idea what I am going to call it.

3. So I get super distracted easily, espessially with writing and wanting to write a new story and, suprise suprise, I began writing a new story. It only has like two chapters and I was thinking of uploading it after I finish Purple Eyes. If you guys want the blurb and maybe the third chapter, I would be happy to send you the link in the next update.

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*Serena's POV*

I am lost. After most likely wasting an hour trying to get out of the basement, I probably spent more trying to get out of the never ending hallways. I had no idea how anyone could know their way around. I wasn’t even sure if anyone was inhabiting this place. The hallways were empty, along with every single room I passed. I had walked far, I knew, yet no noise, not even a mouse. What was even weirder was how everything was red. Red tulips in a crimson vase. Maroon drapes swung over the ruby stain glass windows. The walls were completely made out of dull gray stone, placed together in an unordered matter. It made me feel uncomfortable, as if I just stepped into a blood bath. Add that to the creepy emptiness, and my uncle had created an eerie atmosphere.

I had cursed more than I would like to admit, every time I hit a dead end, or maybe stubbed my toe countless times on the rusty colored hall tables. My energy had officially drained and all I could do was not crawl around of the ground in one sobbing heap.

I kept my thoughts away from my upending doom, imagining my life with both my mom and dad, a loving wizard/witch family. It brought a smile to my face. Maybe they would have more children, and I would have a sibling. Maybe mom would go back to herself, smiling and cooking meals with me. Maybe they would find a home in Salem. Dad and I wold practice together, making potions and giving me advice when I had trouble. Mom wouldn’t be depressed anymore. Life would be good. Normal maybe.

And, even though it put a damper on my mood, I couldn’t help but think that maybe, if I didn’t survive, they would be alright.

It wasn’t until I reached a large set of doors did I realize that my mindless thoughts were what brought me through the twists of the hallways and brought me to what I believed to be the main hall.

Realizing what I was about to do, I sat down in front of it, resting my head in my hands. Emotions cascaded my body, and my heart pulsed. But it was finally my anger and hate towards my conniving uncle that gave me the strength to get up slowly and half heartily and pull open the doors.

They were light, which was unexpected, so I pulled the doors open with such a force, they echoed an obnoxious bang as they hit the surrounding walls. The curtains, which were surprise surprise the same color as all the others, covered all the windows, darkening the room. Six pillars stood tall and mighty, like some grand all you would find in a castle or mansion. The red rug sat between the columns like a red carpet leading up to back of the room, which stood a throne and his royal douche.

There were only 6 people in the room and all of them turned to look at me. In my bedraggled state, I hardly noticed the two, most likely servants of some kind, in front of me trying to run out. I let them run, my entire focus on the one on sitting deep in his throne that just about showed every ounce of cocky ignorance he had inside him. He was playing with the weapons I brought, flicking the whip back and forth as if it wasn’t a deadly weapon. The belt hung loosely around, loose enough to rip off.

Yet, dumb as ever, he looked stunned, as if questioning how I possibly could have gotten out. He didn’t even have to open his mouth to voice his puzzlement that was etched on his face.

“Maybe next time, use a door that is fire proof.” I almost laugh, if it wasn’t for the weariness nagging down on my bones.

“Dammit!” He swore. This man had certainly never got intelligence as a trait. But as he takes a good look at my wavering body, his frown shoots up to a smirk. “Tired? Don’t worry, you don’t need to tell me, I can see it.”

“I can still beat you're old ass.” I spit out, my rage inserted in every word.

“Never challenge someone who can easily beat you.” He tsks, “As of that, I have a proposition.”

Ok, so maybe I was a little shocked to hear those words come out of his twisted mouth, but I luckily didn’t let my surprise show on my face. I hope.

“What kind of proposition?” I ask, crossing my weak arms to keep them from shaking.

He grins at my question, as if he knew I was going to say yes, “Well...”

“Spit it out.”

“Cory takes your father, however pleasant his time was here, and finds some way to get out of here huh?”

My exhausted brain goes to work, finding every loop hole he and/or I could use. There were certainly plenty. “What about Cory's mom?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.

“Serena!” Cory shouts across the room. He was no longer wearing those hideous robes, thank the lord, and had his arm around a frail woman. She had similar features as him, clutching Cory’s clothes for the support. “You’re onerously not going to do this, are you?”

“What else can I do?” Before he can respond, I turn back to Harry.

“She may go with him also.” He sighs. “But, you must know that once your friends are out of here, you will never see them again correct?” For a moment his voice sounds fragile and concerning, almost as if he felt sorry for killing me. For kidnapping my dad. For stealing my powers.

My throat tightens at the words. I couldn’t help but let the negative thoughts swarm my head. I was going to die, this is where my life would end. I would never see Gryphon or Robin or Ella again. I wouldn’t be able to see my dad get better. I would never finish school. For a moment, I thought of my future that I would never have. Maybe a husband, a nice house, kids even. But, maybe I would.

Was it ok to think of myself? In this situation, I didn’t this it was. I felt selfish, crying about my problems, when my there were 3 other people in this room to think about. I had Cory and his mother to think about, I had my dad to think about.

Despite my utter despair, despite the pleading eyes of my family and friends, I clenched my fists. Determination flashed fiercely in my eyes, before I gave my simple, short answer. “Yes.”