‘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.

“Are you sure, whoever this is can help me?” Scourge asked skeptically. Sprite gave Haren a look and he let out a loud sigh. 


“What are you two not telling me?” She asked suspiciously. 


They walked down the muddy slum of the lower town of Neville, a witch town on the outskirts of Hildegarde. Three dirty urchins with sacks of bread ran past them fleeing from the furious bread stall owner, they had just stolen from. 


“Come back here you lousy brats!” the man fumed past them. 


A woman hurled dirty water from the window above them and they dodged a dirty shower in a nick of time. 


“Piss off!” the woman yelled back before she slammed the window shut. Scourge angrily stepped into a stinking puddle of water, abruptly splashing the mess on her boots. 


“Watch your step,” Sprite said over his shoulder. 


Chapter 46(The beginning of the end; Part III: Neville Hallow)