‘Where am I?’ Eloise woke up abruptly to find herself by a small pond, in the middle of a very large garden. The cool evening breeze blew wisps of her dark red hair into her face.
She looked down to find herself in a beautiful white gown. She slowly stood to her feet confused.
‘My wedding day?’ But that was two days from now. She quickly touched her stomach to find no stab wounds. She found no blood in her palms either. She swore they were filled with blood minutes ago
The scene of Cole stabbing her was so vivid now. 
She died......
Yes, she died. She would never mistake the fear she felt while, Cole pushed her off the balustrade. It was real. She knew what she felt. The sharp piercing pain from the cold iron knife, he stabbed her with. The satisfaction in his eyes while he stabbed her multiple times. The hate.
 Pure hate, she thought.
But why?
Why would the love of her life kill her? 
Most importantly, why wasn’t she dead yet? Yes, she was the Phoenix. She could rise from the ashes every time she died but not this time. She was sealed.
Yes, by that woman. She’d seen that tattoo on her hand before, but where? 
Oh, she remembered it all perfectly now. There was a witch circle, the seal of the condemned, a bright red moon and her blood.... 
 She fell from a three-story building, right to the bottom of the pool. She spent her last breath drowning because she couldn’t swim. 
What a terrible way to die, she thought. Or maybe not.... She was alive, wasn’t she?
Some terrible dream that was......

INTO THE FLAMES.

Eloise stepped into the bedroom to find several servants walking about, redecorating the room. There were brickmen laying concrete and bricks at the fireplace. Elric stood in the middle of the room, throwing around orders and supervising the workers. The whole wing where the fireplace stood was burnt, including the black fur rug she’d come to like. The pictures hanging to the wall, the armchair Wrath used to sit in whenever he had a smoke by the fire, they were all burnt to a crisp. 


Crisps, even a streak of the wood was not left. The bricks at the fireplace were crumbled to dust, threatening to cave in with the littlest force. And to think she’d only done this in her sleep. 


It wasn’t just her room that was thrown into chaos from last night’s incident. The entire manor was in shambles. She lost control, how could she? 


Chapter 15(Confessions)