Your Destiny

The following morning, I waited at our waterfall spot, my thoughts a swirling mess as I replayed the message carved into my front door over and over again.

I needed Cecilia's help, though I wasn't even sure what kind of help I was asking for. Maybe a protection spell? Something—anything—that could keep me safe until I found a new place.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear her approach.

"Good morning, Blake," Cecilia greeted, with a light and cheerful tone. She waded right into the water with an effortless grace, her movements as fluid as the river itself.

I stayed perched on a protruding rock, watching as she began her morning ritual.

"Cecilia, I need your help." The words tumbled out of me, carrying a weight I couldn't suppress, no matter how hard I tried to steady my voice.