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"Kelvin... If I leave, Zula will kill everyone," I said in a shaky voice, before breaking down into sobs. I closed my eyes and allowed the tears to flow freely. If I were to leave, then my previous experiences would come to pass.

"What are you saying? You don't have to be a hero! Someone else can do that!" His voice was already rising. "I don't need a hero... I-I need my sister," he pleaded in a small broken voice. 

Hearing his pained voice shattered my bruising heart into a thousand pieces.

"I love you all," I managed to say.

"What? NO!" he screamed but I cut the connection.



***



A ritual has governed Aromes since its existence.

Every fifty years, the first born child of a family has to face Zula and die.

This year, Xena is chosen.

The morning after her eighteenth birthday, she wakes up to meet her home island devoid of all its inhabitants; including her family. She searches everywhere for all the people but she is unable to find them anywhere. The situation is hard for her to comprehend. At first, she thinks its a joke. She hopes its a prank. She refuses to believe that she has been abandoned. Until she finds the first dead body. The dead mutilated body of her father.

Then she starts hearing and seeing things that aren't meant to be. Horrifying screams, a manic creature, a cloaked figure that only comes when she takes off her glasses.

Only then, does she realize that there is no escape and her inevitable death patiently awaits her.

ALONE: Retold

Diane suddenly got up from the bed and moved to a corner of the small room. She seemed to be searching for something and her breathing was coming in fast. I strained my neck trying to figure out what it was she was searching for.

"Do you need something?" I asked when I noticed she was growing impatient. My heart was starting to pick up the pace for she was acting really strange. Was something wrong?

Did she forget something or was something coming?

Unable to wait anymore, I moved from my position and walked closer to her. Buy as I moved to touch her, she suddenly turned to point something sharp at me.

I frowned staring down at the weapon in her hand. Was this girl normal?

"Diane—" I started to say but she didn't let me finish before menacing me with the weapon in her hand. She launched it toward me and I had to take a step back to protect my face. The movement almost made my poor glasses fall off my face.

The Crucifix