‘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.

“Brother, brother we found it?” eleven-year-old Thorne shouted in excitement. He ran into the drawing room with eight-year-old Miles and five-year-old Leonard behind him. 


“Take this with you, Elric,” Wrath said as he passed his cup of blood tea to Elric. He turned to his little brothers with a bright smile. They rushed to his side at the fireplace where he sat in a huge armchair. 


“Pick me, brother!” Little Leonard let out as he stretched out his hands. 


“No, pick me!” Miles said. He stepped in front of his brother excitedly. 


“If there is anyone brother has to pick then it is I,” Thorne told them. He pushed his way towards Wrath with an old scroll in his hand. 


“Why?” Miles yelled with a pout. His curly blonde hair dangled into his angry face. 


“Because I am the oldest,” Thorne replied sharply. 


“It is just three years,” Miles snapped. 


Chapter 29(Memories and Wraiths)