Tempted by chaos 💋

PROLOGUE

The world didn’t shake.
It paused.

Just for a breath. Just for her.

Alaria’s hand hovered midair, fingertips glowing faintly — a soft, bluish light like moonlight drowning in water. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t gentle. It was still.
Heavy.
Old.
Alive.

The wind collapsed.
Leaves stopped mid-fall.
Sound vanished.

Her heartbeat stuttered.

And for one single, suspended moment — the world bowed in silence.

Then came the pain.

The necklace around her neck — a sapphire pendant shaped like a perfect water drop — flared violently against her chest. A spike of cold fire shot through her bones, paralyzing, ancient, aching like a scream with no mouth.

She clutched it, jaw clenched. It burned her fingers.

And beneath her skin, something stirred.

Something that had been quiet for a long, long time.

“You are not ready… but you are waking.”

The voice didn’t come from the room. It didn’t echo in her ears.
It slithered through her blood.

Soft.
Feminine.
Otherworldly.

Alaria froze. Her throat tightened. Her breath locked.

> “She sealed you… but I remember. I remember everything.”

Her knees buckled slightly, but she masked it, crouching low, pretending to tie her boot as the glow faded.

The world resumed.
The breeze returned.
Laughter echoed distantly again.

No one noticed. No one saw.

Except her.

She stood slowly, heart racing, pretending like everything was normal. But her pulse screamed liar.

She didn’t speak. Didn’t ask.
She never did.

But that night, when the house was dark and quiet, and Anabelle’s voice no longer filled the halls, Alaria curled up in bed, staring at the ceiling. Her fingers gently touched the pendant still warm against her collarbone.

> “What’s happening to me?”

“You’re remembering,” the voice whispered back.
“And so is the world.”

Alaria’s breath hitched.

The pendant pulsed once.

Somewhere beyond the stars, something ancient opened its eyes.

She knew she always knew she wasn't a normal human being or she maybe she was going crazy but deep down she knew she wasn't just a simple girl, her brain captures everything she was even fascinated at how she could remember everything without studying as if her brain was Google her mouth was the keyboard and her answer was the solution never the choices.

She pressed her palm to the pendant, fighting the fire beneath her skin.

“I’m not who I thought I was.”

The necklace thrummed, alive and hungry.

And for the first time, the shadows around her seemed to listen.