‘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.

Thorne looked away from the report in his hand to find Heath scribbling feverishly in the small journal he held. He sat across from him as their carriage rode through the busy streets of Tussle City. 


Heath placed the pencil between his lips and bit on the wood absently. “What are you thinking?” Thorne asked. 


“It is just this slight piece about the sigils that keeps bothering me,” Heath said, biting his lower lip, something he did when he could not wrap his brilliant mind around something. 


“Tell me about it,” Thorne told him. 


“Why a phoenix of all creatures? What it has to do with the sigils and the runes?" 


“Whatever its purpose is, it seems unfinished. You think the unfinished parts represent probable massacres yet to happen?” Thorne asked. 


Chapter 32(On the trip Tussle City)