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Morgan pov.
"Wake up." I groan at the far-off sounding voice, my body feeling heavy as I try and move it about. "Wake up. Open your eyes." It takes me more effort than it should but when they finally open, I'm confused on my surroundings. I push myself up from the bed I'm laying on, staring at the shelves upon shelves of books that seem to stretch in a never-ending tunnel ahead of me. "Morgan." My head snaps to the left of me, finding a beautiful woman sitting on a chair. The longer I look at her the more I realize she resembles me, her features are sharper though and a lot more symmetrical, giving her face an uncomfortable beauty to it.
"Who are you? Where am I?" The last thing I remember is arguing with Magus and strange things happening around me. The nerve of the guy. Irritation bubbles up within me and I notice the bookshelves starting to shake.
"You're going to have to control your emotions, or you'll self-destruct." The woman sighs, getting up from the chair and walking towards the bed. She takes a seat at the edge of it and takes my hand in hers, causing my body to shiver. I gasp as a tingling rush through my limbs and then the heavy feeling is gone.
"What was that?" She gives me an amused smile and shrugs her shoulders.
"One of the many things I have to teach you. I've been locked up for far too long." Annoyance drips in her tone as she stretches her arms out. "You're confused but I'm going to help you through this. I'm your sentinel." I frown, backing away from her a little. "Oh, you're right to be cautious. I can take over your mind and leave you here, trapped like I was for years, but that's not your fault..."This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
"What are you talking about? Where am I?" A book flutters from the shelf and places itself on the opposite end. Weird.
"We're in your mind. This is my home."
"We're where?" I shriek. How the hell am I inside my own mind? How can I be inside my own mind when I'm busy using my mind? "What the hell is going on here?" She sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose.
"How about I talk, and you listen?" I nod, not that I have much choice. I need to know how to get out of here and I have a sinking feeling I'm going to need her help. "You are a Fledgling. Not a hybrid." She says the word like it disgusts her. "Being a hybrid would imply that you are half a breed and that's most certainly not what you are. I am your sentinel. I am here to protect you, to guide you through life and to help you where it's needed. I've been forced to watch you grow; to see you do things you could have done so much better with me by your side. You've gone through so much pain alone, and then there's that little Imprint of ours." There's a fond twitch around her mouth. "Imprint?"
"Rain. He's, our Imprint. It was agonizing when they ripped him away from us. The first time. Every other time after that as well." I can feel the warmth in my chest when she talks about him and it's confusing. "What is an Imprint?" She rolls her eyes.
"I thought you were smart. An Imprint is like a soulmate. They're vital to our development and we're missing about twenty plus years of it." Again, annoyance paints her face, and I feel like my head is going to explode. The bookshelves stutter against the walls and she gives me a stern look. "Control your emotions or I'll never let you out of here."
"This is my mind." I growl and she stares at me in shock before the corners of her lip's lifts in a barely their smile. "Now, start from the beginning. I'm sick of the lies. Also, you might want to tell me your name." I huff, crossing my legs under me to look her in the eyes.
"I don't have a name. I was supposed to be named by our father, but he never got around to it so..." She shrugs her shoulders, and I feel like ripping Magnus to shreds. "Join the club, sister." She huffs and I giggle "Now, let me explain some things. When you were born Magnus embedded his magic in us and instead of your magic being dormant, like it would have been otherwise, I awoke. I don't think I was supposed to because when we met our Imprint, he locked me inside of you and left me there to rot. I wasn't fully matured yet, but I tried to save the memories he had the vampire lock away." She gets a murderous look on her face at the mention of Benjamin, and I can't help but share her sentiment. "I have magic?" She nods her head, taking my hand in hers and a warmth spread through my fingertips before a small flame appears in the middle of my hand. I watch the flame dance before it disappears, and a cooling sensation makes a pool of water appear before it freezes and ten melts away. "Woah..."
"That's only the beginning of it. You can do anything you put your mind to, and I can teach you." She lets go of my hand and silence stretches between us as I try and make sense of all of this.
"You said you'd lock me up like they locked you up?" I finally ask, unease settling in my stomach like a rock.
"I was only halfway kidding. I can't live without you as you can without me. I can lock you up inside of your mind and take control of your body, but it won't last long. I'd burn out before I got to do anything good. Adding onto the fact that we're not properly bonded it would be a disaster, but those knobs outside don't know that. They don't know anything." She's annoyed again.
"We're not bonded but you're inside my head?" I ask, confused beyond all logical reason.
"I'm inside your head because I can't go anywhere. You can't get rid of me, and I can't get rid of you, but we're not bonded. I'm inside this part of your mind. This prison that I'm forced to stay in until we bond and for that you need to trust me and you don't." She says it like it's a fact but to be honest, right now I trust her more than I trust anyone else.
"Does Magnus have to give you a name?" She shakes her head. "Then I'll call you Casey and you can bond with me so we both can get out of here." Her brown orbs widen a fraction before she smiles, a wide crazed looking smile and I can't help but feel that this is only scratching the surface of the mess we're going to face. Her eyes glow yellow, and I can feel a whisper of a sensation behind my own before everything around me turns white and then pain like I've never felt before engulfs me and I no matter how much I scream and claw at myself it's there and constant, everywhere and I'm convinced I'm busy dying.