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mykinkyyandere · 1 year

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Idea / Request for Edmund Pevise where he sided with Janus (who is like actually working WITH him and won’t betray him) being in love with a darling who is on the side of his siblings

The White Hope

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! King Edmund Pevensie! X f!Reader

Summary: Fifteen years had passed since the siblings found Narnia, but Jadis's reign continues. No, it is not Jadis's anymore. The reign of Edmund, The White King. And he takes a special, twisted interest in you.

Warnings: Yandere, dark, kidnapping, manipulation, obsession, possession, depression, trauma, past abuse, minor deaths, dub-con touches, implied future non-con, implied emotional abuse, implied future violence, enjoying/taking pleasure from emotional suffer/crying/power, grown-up characters, sorry if i missed anything

The White Witch's reign was not over. It had been fifteen years since the siblings came to Narnia. Everyone believed that the prophecy would come true, but one of the brothers had a coldness in his heart. Edmund became more angry, more distant and more withdrawn towards his siblings over time. It was not known who was to blame for this, but he thought that everyone had a share, including himself. There was also a share of his parents, whom he could no longer remember. He saw everyone as guilty, himself too.

The prophecy necessitated that all the siblings had to be together. But Edmund had chosen his own path once. At first he regretted it and wanted to return to them, but the White Witch had prevented him from leaving with her manipulations. He used Edmund and treated him like a slave. He was not a king, but a poor prisoner. But little did she know Edmund would one day rule her.

A king was always a king.

There was always a flame in Edmund's heart. It had grown over the years just to spite the freezing cold which became stronger every passing day. This flame wanted power, wanted revenge, and justice. Of course, his concept of justice was quite dubious. But he felt that he had the power to get what he wanted. As he got older, he became a strong man. Whatever the White Witch did to keep him naive and defenseless, it didn't work. The prophecy may not have come true, but it certainly gave birth to a darker prophecy.

No one knows how it had happened, but after ten years the White Witch had let him rule. She considered Edmund as her king and gived him all her authority. Though, she can't give him the right that he already had all along. The White Witch realized that she would never be able to rule completely, because this wasn't her destiny. She was not a daughter of Eve. But Edmund made her see the truth. The human siblings couldn't destroy her because Edmund wasn't with them. The White Witch couldn't destroy them because she wasn't the real ruler.

As Edmund sat quietly on his throne she thanked him with trembling admiration in her cruel heart. After all those years of cruelty, the King could have punished her if he wanted, but he didn't. He was also grateful to the Witch. Without her and her cruelty, he would not have become the person he was today. But he didn't share this with her.

He remembered the first time he sat on this throne as a child. The Witch had thrown him into her dungeon. And there she was now, kneeling before him, for five years.

Peter and his sisters had lost hope. They felt their chances of defeating the White Witch became impossible with Edmund's accession to the throne. He had declared himself the White King. It was wrong, it was dark. Something went wrong, but no one could figure out why. What would happen if there was no prophecy? The Great King Peter, who had no choice but to prepare for the unknown, worked nonstop. Five years. For exactly five years, he had been trying to end the cruel rule of his younger brother, whom he once believed to be grumpy but deep down inside well-intentioned. He didn't want to believe he was a bad person. He and Lucy were convinced that Edmund was a victim of a skilled manipulator. But Susan argued that he chose this path. He had had countless opportunities to return to them over the course of ten years, but he didn't take any step. Lucy was the only one who believed that Edmund was still a good person when he took the throne. But even she had started to think this was now a childish hope. Peter had finally realized his little brother had left them a long time ago.

And you, you were a dreamer trying to add ridiculous excitement to your ordinary life. You'd never been able to leave this spirit inside of you behind. They wanted to kill this side of you and cast you out for your whole life, but you never stopped dreaming. You wanted to explore a wardrobe in one of these hide-and-seek games you'd been playing with yourself. "I want to hide in this wonderful wardrobe and have the coats wrap me up!" Ha! You were a strange girl. There was probably a reason why this peculiarity of yours was accepted by Narnia. Because you found yourself in the snow.

The hospitable beavers who were talking had hurriedly invited you to their home. You were so scared when they told you that this wonderful world was not so wonderful anymore. You wanted to go back home, wished you'd give up your ridiculous games. But everything had a reason and a price. It couldn't be brought back.

They have taken you to the High King Peter. A daughter of Eve who came in Narnia fifteen years later must had had something to do with this war.

You had arrived after a trip full of delicious jams. A king and two queens who tried to defend their people and their land, but were betrayed by their brother Edmund. The dead flame of hope in their hearts began to burn again with your arrival. They were supposed to hide you from the White King. But Peter knew deep down that they were too late for that.

Edmund had heard of your arrival. He knew about a lot of things thanks to the White Witch. She protected him against all diseases and made him immortal. She gave him all the powers she could give. She turned Edmund, who was a king by birth, into an invincible king.

"Witch, give me your wand." Edmund said, without taking his eyes off the faun, who was trembling with fear. His eyes were on the ground, he did not dare to look at the White King. No one could, not even the White Witch.

Jadis bowed her head and held out both hands to present her wand. Edmund stood up, taking his time, and went down with slow steps. There was something in his eyes. Far from the old Edmund. He took the wand that Jadis held out. He spun it in his hand and hit the ground. The sound echoed powerfully on the soulless walls. The poor faun almost fainted on the spot.

He titled his head and said in a half-whisper, "Lost?"

"P-p-please h-h-"

Edmund turned the wand in a way that contrasted with his still form and pressed it against the faun's back. "Lost?"

"W-wait! Beavers! I believe t-they took her to... t-them."

If he had looked into Edmund's eyes before he turned to stone, he could have seen how "insane" he was. Out of his mind, empty, dark.

He gave the wand back to Jadis. He didn't speak. He didn't need to talk. The Witch could understand what was going through his mind. She could figure out what he wanted. There was an almost wordless but deep relationship between them. He thought the only person who understood him was the White Witch. After all, she raised him in some way.

He rested his hands behind his back and walked away in silence. Jadis knew what she had to do.

"How much time do we have?" you said when Peter gave you a dagger.

"Enough to get you out of here."

"I'm not running away."

Peter took a deep breath and looked out from the huge castle windows. Snow. There was snow everywhere. Could he end the freezing winter? It's been a month since they found you, but there hasn't been a single improvement. It was as if everything was getting worse. The winter was harsher, Narnia was more dangerous. A wild wind that signaled that the White King was looking for you and would find you eventually. But why didn't he come earlier? Why didn't he start a war to capture you earlier? It was as though the trees listened to everything and told him that the right time had come. Now that you were Peter's only hope, he couldn't lose you either. But there was more. One month was enough for him to realize that there was more. Maybe... one day, he thought.

He looked at you, holding your hands. "You're not running away. You're just hiding."

"It's the same thing!"

"You are a hope that has come to Narnia after a decade. It is my duty to protect you. And I have the final word."

There was a brief silence. "I see. Narnia needs me, so no harm should come to me."

You weren't looking at him anymore. Your eyes wandered over the ground and then over the beautiful, eerie snow. He thought how beautiful you looked. But sad. "Yes, Narnia needs you and I have to make sure that you are safe."

You turned your offended face to him. He put your one hand on his heart and the other hand on his face. You were so full of life and pure. Since the first time he saw you, his sisters have noticed that there was something changed in him. And it was their fun to make fun of it. But they were so happy for him. It was the first time they had seen their older brother so full of love in fifteen years of cruelty. He definitely became attached to you in a short time and had no intention of leaving you. He didn't know the extent of his attachment to you, all he knew was that his heart ached when he didn't see you even for a second. "But Narnia is not the only reason."

You felt your face got warm. To be honest, you've been waiting for this moment. He was a charming person. Brave, patient, caring, leader... Your mouth fell open while your eyes widened. Maybe... one day, you thought.

"He's here! We're too late!" Lucy shouted from the outside.

"You were wrong. Enough to confess." You said, smiling.

He caressed your hands and smiled. "Still enough."

Edmund; the oppressor, the ruthless, the fierce White King. Even if their High King was Peter, they were afraid of him. They couldn't ignore him or disrespect him by saying, "you're not our king." It was known that he made collections of them.

He had not seen his siblings for fifteen years. While he was a prisoner of the White Witch, he had a chance to escape and go back to them, but he didn't. He was afraid to change his mind. But on what? At that time, he didn't have the wish of becoming a king in his mind. There was a boy who just wanted to go home. A boy who missed his mother and hid from the war. But he could not ignore the growing darkness in his heart. He loved and embraced this darkness. He was afraid of losing this mysterious self he had if he returned to his siblings.

Was he nervous? Was he angry? Was he excited? He didn't know. His mind was pensive as he approached the sheltered castle. Was he happy to see them? He wasn't sure about that. He wanted to be happy, he wanted to feel something. Instead there was no life in his cruel heart.

He was sitting alone in his sleigh. He looked straight ahead. Neither to the right nor to the left. He had a white fur and cloak that could easily disappear among the snow. It did not belong to any living thing. It was a big, magical fur that his witch created especially for him. Every single garment and every single precious jewel of his was white. It was not just any ordinary white color. It was magical and ominous, cursed like snow. On his head was a crown of ice similar to that of the White Witch. But it was much larger and disproportionate. A crown that was almost as sharp as a knife and reflected his unstable inner world. The only thing that made him look distinctive in white was his natural hair and longing eyes.

Jadis was on another sleigh next to him. She was also dressed in white and had a sharp crown of ice on her head, but smaller than before. She had taken off her crown when Edmund became king, but he had let her keep it on condition that she would make it much more smaller, like a little insignificant accessory. She put the reason down to his generosity, but the main reason was that the White Witch, whom he knew and was used to, had that crown. He couldn't quite get rid of his past. His heart and mind had been damaged. It was hard to let go of the people and things he was used to. He had chosen to lose his family. At least now he could choose not to lose some things.

"The new hope of Narnia" he said, smiling vaguely.

Susan took Peter's hand. They were little, they were children. Now they had all become young adults. Young kings and queens. No one said anything, but what they were feeling and what was going through their minds was the same. After all those years... What was going to happen?

And here he was. The White King and his White Witch. Their big sleigh stopped side by side. There were only two of them. There was no army in sight. It was a frightening display of force. It meant that their younger brother had became so powerful that even the High King Peter the Magnificent could not afford to stand against him. To come without an army was to despise him. Since it was certain that he did not come there with the intention of peace, this was an insult.

Susan took her hand from Peter's and waited with one hand on her arrow. She was ready to stop Edmund, and maybe to stop him forever. As if she could. Peter couldn't foresee what he wanted to do, so he waited. His army was on standby for his order. An army against two "person". Peter knew that it would take more than a whole army for two person with these powers.

"Where is Lucy?" Edmund's voice wavered like a song in the maddening silence. The wind somehow perfectly conveyed to them his voice, which was impossible to hear at a distance. There was no need to shout, there was no need to get closer. There was no need for unnecessary family reunions. And they had no way of inviting him to their walls anyway. He was too unreliable for that.

"She preferred not to see you. Her heart is broken, you know. Because of you." he said it a little loudly, but there was no need for it. Edmund had sharp ears now, he heard Peter with ease.

"You betrayed us." Susan said. She thought her heart wouldn't soften when she saw him, but she couldn't take her eyes off his brother, who had become a young man, even for a moment. The cold air dried her tears quickly. She missed his little brother very much.

"I- I..." Edmund murmured. He frowned, looked confused but he wasn't really. He smiled slightly. "...really want to see Lucy."

"As I said earlier, she doesn't want to see you. What is the reason you come here after all those years?" Peter said, this time more quietly but confidently.

Edmund stared at the beautiful castle. His smile was more visible. "White... It's nice to see your warm home dressed in white. And do you like it, my brother? Do you like my beautiful cold gift? Does it fill my absence in your warm home?"

His calm and soft voice filled the ears of both of them. Something was wrong. There was an odd feeling inside them. They looked at each other for a moment.

"You could have filled your absence yourself." Peter said. "Why are you here?"

"To become a family again." He let out a small laugh.

"Stop it! Don't play with us!" Peter shouted.

Edmund took a deep breath and closed his eyes as the cold filled his lungs. Becoming a family again? Even his joke felt impossible. It felt like a bitter taste on his tongue. It sounded like a forbidden sentence. Becoming a family again? Even the thought of it was unbearable.

"Why these stupid questions that you already know the answers?" He let out a deep breath, making it sound like he was extremely bored.

Peter took out his sword. "Answer me!"

Edmund slowly opened his arms and showed around. His thin and long fingers were rather pale, but strong. "I came to find a new... hope."

Peter gulped. There was no trace of goodness on his brother's face. He seemed more full of evil than the White Witch. He wore a mask looking like compassionate, but he was cruel behind it. "There's no hope left for you."

Edmund raised his head and stared into the blinding whiteness. 'It's too late for me, isn't it, brother?' he thought.

"Tell Lucy that I really would like to see her. And tell her that... it wasn't her fault." He said. The smile on Edmund's face didn't go away. It wasn't an empty, numb smile, it was a smile of victory. "It was yours."

As their sleigh returned in the direction from which they had come, Peter put back his sword and looked at Susan. He didn't know what to think, he was confused about what to do. When did his little brother turn into such a dark and deceptive person?

"What did he mean?" Susan asked anxiously.

"I don't know."

Cold, icy, soulless. It's like these walls wanted to kill your soul. It's as if these chains have chained you to your terrible fate. The wait was painful, but was it sweeter than what was going to happen to you? The sculptures of poor Narnians with whom you shared the dungeon had agreed you.

The unnatural cold has forced you to sleep. You didn't know how long it had been when you woke up, but it had been long enough for your body to hurt from the hard ground.

"Oh, no!" You shivered when you heard the Witch's shout. She said the king wanted to stay alone. "Get out!"

The sweet comfort of painful waiting had come to an end at last.

The White King, tall and unnaturally pale-skinned, stood in front of your cell. You wondered if there was any trace left of that old brother Lucy told you about. You wondered how much he had changed. Lucy thought that why Edmund lied to Peter about seeing Narnia when they were a child was only because he was a bully. If she had known that Narnia would become what it was today, she would never have told her siblings about her secret world.

You looked desperately into his eyes. Imploringly. You never stopped looking into those firm eyes of his for a moment.

"The new hope of Narnia." He said. "Why do you look so hopeless?"

"I- I'm not h..." The longer you looked at him, the more hypnotized you felt. You shook your head and kept your eyes on the ground. There was something about him that attracted you in a scary way. "Peter will save me."

He tapped his ring rhythmically against the bars. "Peter... Why Peter?"

You didn't answer.

"Oh, I know."

You turned your head.

"Of course I know."

Would you end up like these beavers standing next to you?

"You've had time enough to take a fancy to my charming brother."

You looked at him when he opened the dungeon. His long white cloak and fur were touching the ground. They looked so warm. You wished you had one of them.

"Are you cold?" He asked, already knowing your answer.

You nodded. He released you from the chains and helped you to stand up. You couldn't help but tremble with fear. What was he trying to do?

He wrapped you inside his cloak and made you disappear next to his body. You leaned your head against him and put one hand on his chest. It was warm. So warm, perfect.

He led you out of the dungeon. After he sat on his throne, he placed you on his lap. You were warm and sleepy. You rested your head on his chest. The cloak and fur he wrapped around you made you feel incredibly peaceful.

This, this was not normal.

"Do you know what the best part is?" he talked to himself while you were on that strange line between sleep and wakefulness. "To imagine that my brother is devastated because he failed to protect you."

He rubbed your back. "Sometimes I close my eyes, sometimes I focus on a point. But what I do is the same. To imagine." He smiled, was lost in thought again. "He is now a desperate man whose loved one has been stolen from him. 'The magnificent king of Narnia', who lost hope, found hope and could not protect it."

He pulled you a little towards himself. He held your chin and turned your face to him. You were sleeping. Peaceful, beautiful and vulnerable. You were like the other innocent beauties he destroyed. He had never wanted to see a flower or a sparkle, he had destroyed them all. It shouldn't have been hard to kill you. As Peter had said, there was no longer any hope for him. Edmund had already killed his hope, with his own hands. Why would you be any different?

But you were. He took you to his quarters and put you in his bed, which kept you warm like his cloak. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked your hair softly. "I am cruel." He said. "Oh, my poor little hope. I am a very, very cruel monster."

He smiled and kept caressing your hair for a while. Poor sweet girl. Why did you even come to Narnia? Did you like little games like her sister Lucy? He imagined you in the hide-and-seek game they were playing. You ran laughing and followed Lucy. She wanted to get into Edmund's hiding place, but Edmund got annoyed as usual, telling her to find another place. So you grabbed Lucy's hand and ran to the room where the wardrobe was, saying this way. Yes, it could have been a nice memory.

Whatever the innocent reason, this could not change the fact that you were trapped in the cold kingdom of The White King. You were going to spend every day, hoping, to get away from him, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

"I'm afraid I will break your heart and lock you in here." He whispered.

He gently tucked your hair behind your ear. Looked at your beautiful skin. "I will chain you up and never let you go."

He stroked your cheek. "I will make Peter suffer only to see the despair in your eyes." He held his breath when he imagined the tears streaming from your eyes and pleading sobs escaping from your trembling lips. He had really turned into a very twisted person, and he had no complaints about it.

He leaned and rubbed his nose to your skin, inhaling your smell. "I will make him watch how I own you to see the desperation in Peter's eyes." He liked that thought. It was something that thrilled him very much to show Peter his strength and leave him helpless. The idea of seeing his own brother miserable, leaving him no choice but to beg because there is nothing he could do was perfect.

"But don't you scared, my beautiful hope. I wouldn't harm a single hair on your head."

"Lucy?!"

Peter and Susan spent hours searching for their little sister Lucy and you. Their plan was to bring you back when Edmund left. Lucy was supposed to take you to a safe place just for a while.

"I'm here!"

"Lucy!" She was tied to a tree, sitting.

"Are you okay?" Peter rescued her and helped her to stand up. Everyone who was supposed to protect the girls had been killed.

"I'm okay but..." Lucy cried, hugging Peter. "I'm so sorry."

Peter felt bad enough already. For hours, he couldn't even take a sip of water out of concern for Lucy's safety and yours. He found one of his loved ones, but what happened to the other?

He hugged her tighter. And it was all his fault.

He caressed Lucy's hair. "It wasn't your fault." He whispered.

In the weeks and months that followed, Peter didn't stop trying to find you. Narnia had lost hope once again. Peter had once again lost a person he loved. It hurt him even more that his own brother was the one who put him through this pain. But that was just the beginning. Edmund, The White King, now had a wife. The White Hope.

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riordanness · 3 months

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just a man — [e.pevensie x oc vampire!au]

wordcount: 2.6K

warnings: vampires, dark themes

requested: no

a/n: this was literally a school project like three years ago when i was deep in my narnia phase so i turned it into a mortal!edmund x fem!oc in a vampire!au fic to make it more fun to write)

tags: @ornellastreet ,, @honey-ambrosia

The man stands, still as a statue against the wind, which blows against his back. At his front, the cold, darkly coloured beach lies, empty and lifeless. The wind picks up, rustling the man's dark hair, and shifting through his black, tightly-fitting clothes. The man's richly coloured brown eyes gaze over the beach, the quietness and serenity comforting him. This was all he needed. Peace. Quiet. Silence. Just him and himself, alone.

The man, who is known only as ‘Ed P’, takes a deep breath, inhaling the cool, stale air. His stature is tall, broad shouldered. Ed’s stern expression showcases his disposition. The cold, stern, and haughty man was known for being selfish and unkind, sarcastic and hateful towards everyone.

The man turns, and walks briskly along a winding path, through the trees at the edge of the sand, and towards the stone house a few hundred metres away. He lives alone, in a tall, darkly coloured manor. The house is large, empty, lifeless, and silent.

People say he was not always the way he is now. They say he was once a kind man. Things changed when the man’s father was mysteriously murdered. No one can find out the true story behind his death, but ever since, Ed has been cold, drawing into himself.

Only a scarce few know the secret. None will let the words past their lips, the horrifying truth too terrifying to share. The truth, they say, is often better untold.

Nadia stares at her reflection in the small, cracked mirror, her auburn hair fluttering lightly to her waist, bright grey eyes shimmering in the sunlight, which flows in from only one, tiny window. There’s a slight possibility that she could escape through it, but it’s not likely. Whoever has trapped her in here wouldn’t have left such an easy escape. Not that she can escape through it anyway. The window is hundreds of metres from the ground, a deadly fall.

Nadia’s slight form trembles, her torso shaking. The wind surrounding the tower she’s entrapped in begins to howl, the freezing temperature causing goosebumps to raise on her bare arms.

Only a few days ago, her life had been just fine. She lived with her parents, working in the bakery with her family, teaching the younger girls in the village to bake in her free time. Then, in one, sudden moment, her world had shattered into a thousand pieces.

She had been on a walk, through the deepest parts of the woods behind her house. Her dress had been fluttering around her legs, her hair awhirl. Her left foot, she remembered, had accidentally snapped a twig, and with a surprising swish! a large man had jumped out in front of her, a black cloak wrapping around her, and her world faded into pitch darkness.

She’d woken up in here, in a small, circular tower, the only door locked, and the only window far too high up. There wasn’t any way to escape, not that she knew of. She didn’t even know who her captor was. Just some strange . . . humanoid figure.

The grotesque features of the figure in the mirror crease into a horrific smile. A maniacal laugh pours out of it, the sound echoing off the stone walls. The creature’s face is pale, with blood red eyes, flashing with fire and hate.

Clutched in the creature’s hand, a small, black piece of chain. This never left the creature’s grasp, as it controlled it’s life. Once that piece of chain left its body, the creature would collapse, vanishing from the face of the Earth. The chain wraps around the wrist of the creature, tied securely, for fear of being lost.

Lord Hunter, the creature called himself. Barely is he spotted out of his castle. Wearing a dark cloak, wrapped in a black scarf, with a little black top hat, the creature would occasionally slip out into the real world, and blend in with the humans. He would act as a male human, get what supplies he needed, and retreat back to the castle.

Lord Hunter was usually completely alone, except for the few times he had a victim. A woman, girl, or any female human in general. He would take her captive, lock her up for approximately a week, then devour her blood, transforming her into a creature like himself.

Now, Lord Hunter had a newly retrieved victim. A beautiful young woman, with chocolate hair to her waist, perfect features, a flawless complexion, and stunning grey eyes. Nadia, they call her. And soon, she would be gone, like the dozens of beautiful young girls who came before her. Vanished without a trace, impossible for anyone, including the authorities, to find.

Ed trudges along the dirt road, hands shoved deep into his pockets, a long, dark coat covering most of his body. The freezing weather cuts into the exposed skin on his face and neck. Icy cold wind bites into his nose, making him shiver.

Noises surround the silent man, animals scampering, birds singing and chirping, trees rustling in the breeze.

Ed ignores all the sounds, lost in his thoughts, as he always is. Suddenly, pain sears his mind, white flashing before his eyes. His head pounds, the pain so bad it felt as if his brain was splitting into two. The man falls to his knees, holding his aching head between his palms, as if trying to squeeze the pain away.

The world is tilting, white and black flashes alternating in his vision. The world begins to fade, slowly slipping into darkness.

Nadia stares into the horrifying face of the creature before her. Vampire, she thinks. She’s never seen one before, but that word immediately came into her mind when she first spied the grotesquely pale face, blood red eyes, filled with fiery hatred, dark, loose clothing, and a raspy, metallic voice.

“What do you want with me?” She asks, a tremble in her voice, her body shaking with fear. She mustn’t show it, however, mustn’t show how terrified of this creature she truly was. Nadia knows she has to be brave, keep calm. Think of a way to escape.

“I want,” the creature says, it’s voice vaguely masculine, but definitely not human, “you to be my slave.” There’s a little spark in it’s eyes, the fire growing stunningly brighter for a moment.

“Why?” Nadia demands, her fists clenching. She silently thanks her lucky stars for how her voice stays steady, and there’s no trace of a tremble in it.

The vampire’s lips part in a diabolical cackling laugh, which sends shivers down Nadia’s spine. No words are given to her in response, however.

Ed’s dark eyes slowly flutter open. All he sees is the open sky, with trees fringing the edges of his vision. The man tries to stand, his legs shaky, images swimming in and out, dizzying him.

The time of day wasn’t immediately clear to Ed, but after a few seconds, he regains his steadiness, and begins to focus more fully on his surroundings. He’s still in the woods, standing in the middle of the dirt path. Evidently, nothing happened to him after that . . . incident. No lady found him lying there, either. Ed still has no clue what happened before he passed out, except for the blinding agonising pain he had felt. The pain has now vanished, for which Ed is extremely glad.

He begins down the path once more, heading for his stone manor. Once there, however, he decides to continue toward the village. Not totally sure why, he keeps trudging down the road. He isn’t out of food, or any other supplies, so why did he have this sudden feeling to go to the village?

In the village, there’s noise everywhere. Exactly what Ed hates most. Noise, people. The evening market had just begun, so there were more people in the main square than there usually are. Women calling out for him to buy their wares, men shouting over money, children shrieking and running around people’s legs.

Ed squeezes through the crowd, and stops beside a tiny stall, occupied by only one, frail, old woman, who sits at a spinning wheel, busily spinning fleece into wool. He stares at her for a moment, then a strange feeling comes over him.

White flashes before his eyes, and for a moment, he fears that a similar incident that happened earlier was about to occur once again. He’s surprised when that is not what happens. Instead of pain, a tingling sensation flows through his veins, not painful, but almost pleasant. Visions begin to come into focus. He sees the village, the old woman spinning, he himself standing there, watching. Then time speeds up. He sees the old woman’s hands slip, her fingers getting trapped inside the wheel, causing the old woman to fall to the ground. Her head smacks against the hard, stony ground, hitting a big rock, and suddenly, due to her frail state, she cannot survive the hard fall and hit to the head, and is evidently dead.

Ed blinks, the ominous visions vanishing from his mind. The old woman still spins merrily, not even noticing his presence. The man slowly backs away a little, trying to merge back into the bustling crowds. Just before he slips fully into the crowd, he sees one last thing. The woman’s fingers slip, getting trapped into the still spinning wheel, and she falls, hitting her head on the large rock.

An involuntary gasp rises from the man’s throat, coming out strangled and horrified. He turns and rushes away, his thoughts cloudy. He hears shouts of “Look! Help her!” from the crowd, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps running, right up until he reaches the front gate of his manor. He stumbles to a stop, leaning heavily against the low stone wall lining the edge of his front yard.

What had he just witnessed? Ed’s mind was reeling. He’d just . . . seen the death of that old woman before it really occurred. None of this was possible, but the realisation of the truth was smacking him in the face, metaphorically. He’d just . . . predicted death. Somehow, in some impossible way, it was the truth.

Nadia’s hands shake, exhaustion causing her head to spin. Weariness is making her feel extremely dizzy, and she can barely stand. Her body sways as she gazes over the kitchen, dozens of piles of dirty dishes all over the benches, sinks, and chairs. Everything must be spotless by morning, the vampire creature had instructed her earlier. “Or else,” he’d added, his eyes shimmering with pure evil.

Nadia collapses into a small, unstable wooden chair, it’s legs uneven on the hard floor, making it tilt precariously. Her head throbs horribly, and her body is slowly slipping into sleep on its own.

She forces herself to stand, and walk over to the stone bench top, her steps staggered and uneven. She had to get out. She had to escape.

The man’s head spins, reeling from the strangeness of the past few hours. He knows something happened, something that had to do with the blinding pain, which caused him to fall unconscious earlier. He’d somehow managed to see the future, which predicted the death of that old lady.

Ed shakes himself, trying to focus on something other than the vision he’d experienced. He knew it wasn’t good, at least, it wasn’t not bad, but not particularly good, either.

Ed gazes out at the rolling green meadows, which surround his mansion. In the distance, he can see the village, along with the strange, abandoned manor, a few hundred metres away from where he stands, in his living room. It’s tall, darkly coloured stone walls rise high, with hardly a window in sight. Supposedly, the mansion is haunted, or lived in by a terrible creature, whichever you decide to believe in. Ed believed neither story.

A sudden movement catches his eye. A flash of black, passing one of the smallest, tiniest windows in the mansion. It’s only there for an instant, but Ed swears he sees a face. A ghostly, humanoid creature. Then, it vanishes. Ed glances unsurely at the house, then closes the dark curtains, shutting out the sight of the outside world.

The next morning, at about sunrise, Ed was walking down to the beach, like he did every morning. The cool air was sharp and icy, biting at his exposed nose. The dark haired man stares at the water, the softly folding waves crashing gently against the sand. He breathes deeply, the serenity calming his nerves.

He turns, and walks slowly up the small, winding path, trudging along the cobbled stones. On the way, a short man passes him, his head poking out of a long trench coat. Small wisps of greying hair cover his head, and icy blue eyes pierce into Ed’s brown ones.

“Good morning, sir,” the short man says breezily, his voice cool, slow, and quiet. Ed nods in a simple reply. “Good day to you, as well, sir,” he answers.

“It is a good day, is it not?” The man gazes up at the sun, which is just breaking the horizon, a mix of rosy red, gold, and bright pink colours shining over the lightening sky.

“Yes,” Ed says stiffly, trying to avoid talking too much more. Conversation has never been his strong point. He prefers to lead a purely solitary life.

The man nods at him, then, with a flash, and a sharp sound that reminded Ed of thunder, only tripled in volume, and quickened to barely a millisecond, the man vanishes. One moment he was standing there, right in front of Ed, then, the air seemed to ripple around him, moving and bending as if it were curtains, rustling in the soft breeze. The old man was simply gone.

Ed starts, the shock of what just happened causing his heart to race, pumping heavily in his chest. He stumbles backwards, his arms flailing, trying to grasp onto anything, anything at all. Fear grips him like a tight hand, holding onto his heart as if it was it’s lifeline. Shudders run through Ed, as he squeezes his eyes shut tight. He tries to calm down, to slow his breathing, but the task is difficult.

Ed forces his eyes open, staring at the air, the place where the man had been. Had he ever even been there, or was he simply a figment of Ed’s nonexistent imagination? The man was not sure, and wasn’t sure he even wanted to know.

Turning, he begins up the path once more. But, as he walks steadily up the steep slope, the rocks underneath his feet making soft little scattering noises as his shoes brush against them, he notices something strange happening. He does not seem to be getting any closer to his mansion. The familiar track leading to his house appears to be repeating itself, the notable landmarks appearing again and again. The old oak tree, the large rock formation (which reminded Ed of a giant strawberry), and the paddock of grasses, are all repeating, like a weird, twisted sort of pattern.

Ed stops, confused, angry, and tired. He stares at the oak tree, the one which has burn marks all up its trunk, from the bushfires a few years back. He is sure there’s only one of these oak trees on the path from the beach to his manor. Yet, as it seems, it’s appeared on the side of the path he’s walking on three times over, in about ten minutes. That’s not normal, or even possible.

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