Cloe ran away to escape her fate of being sold by her father to strange men that found their isolated property. Running from her miserable fate and conflicted past she was directly faced by an uncertain future. She soon learns that the strange men are actually not what she had perceived them to be. As she unravels her true identity, can she accept the truth with her sanity intact? 

All this is made significantly worst by tossing magic and an arrogant hotshot into the mix.

Generations of family secrets will be explored as she dives into the unknown to find herself and take back what is truly her's. But the most important question is will the key accept her?

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"What are you doing?!!" Cloe asked herself as she followed the stranger through the hospital corridors. 


He had given her his coat and a hat as a disguise. 


They had made it to the hospital back exit. Cloe had to shield her eyes as they walked out into the parking lot. The sun was at it's highest. 


Cloe followed him as he came to a halt by a black Range Rover. He opened the front passenger door gestured for her to get in. 


She hesitated, once again weighing her chances of escape. Shutting the thought down she got in. 


He then went around to his side and got in, kicking the engine to life. They were on their way. To where exactly? Cloe had no idea, she was scared shitless but she wasn't going to show it. 


"Can I at least get a name?" she asked. 


"Xavier Ballinger... but you can call me Josh" he said chuckling. 


Cloe repeated the name quietly to herself. 


"Since we are on the topic of names..." 


"Cloe Valentine" Cloe said cutting him off. 


"I already know that... but if you are to change it in the future what would be it's replacement" he asked. 


She looked out the window at the buildings they were passing. 


"I've never thought about that... it would definitely be..." she paused. 


"Where are we going" she asked looking down at her fingers 


Wondering how much damage she would sustain if she just opened the door and jumped. She eyed the door handle. 


"That would be really dumb" she thought looking down at her injured arm snug in it's cast. 


She suddenly felt a rush of hatred toward her mother. " None of this would be happening if you didn't die" she thought clenching her fist in her lap. Then she felt guilty for feeling that way. 


She didn't like the way she felt. She had always managed to keep her feelings under control. But now she felt cracks 


She had been caught up in her thoughts. 


"There is no way I'm going to let him know more than he has to... It's the only way I can protect myself from the unknown." she thought. 


Lost in her thoughts again she picked at the coat that she still had on. 


She was too preoccupied to notice that his knuckles were white from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel. 


Chapter 3: Unknown