‘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 stood before the headstone with her shoulders hunched against the cold. The snow along with its icy breeze left no room for warmth. The cemetery was covered in a blanket of white, a fresh layer of snow that had fallen overnight. The trees were bare, their branches heavy with snow, and the headstones were almost unrecognizable beneath the thick layer of frost. 


Eloise shivered, but it wasn't from the cold. It was from the stifling void within she felt whenever she came here. 


She looked at the headstone and the snow sticking to the engravings made it hard to read. Her now teary vision wasn't helping either. It was a cold Sunday morning with a soft and hazy sky. The sun, if could be seen at all, was just a faint distant glow behind the misty clouds. 


Chapter 44(The Beginning of the End: Part I(Memories till this day)