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k_a_webbIt was a journey that seemed to take hours, but Amelia knew the area that the woman lived in was only a short walk away. That was why she had walked, why it had taken her such a short time to make her decision, why she was still going even though she couldn’t help thinking that going underground was a mistake. Yet it was her only option if she wanted to keep her family safe and her family came first. Her younger sisters, her older brother, her cousins, everyone who had been affected by what had happened to her, whether young or old, was being protected by her choice, as well as by the woman who had saved her from dying during the blooming process. A woman who had made a promise that no matter what Amelia decided her siblings, her cousins, her future nieces and nephews would all be watched over in the future.
Amelia had believed her. The woman had saved her life, which had created a strange connection between the two of them, and it was obvious from the shocked relief that it was something that didn’t happen often. Everyone knew that blooming was difficult, no one really wanted it to happen to them, but it could happen to anyone, whether they had magic users in their family or not. When it had happened Amelia had asked questions, wanting to know more about what had happened to her and why someone had come to her aid. She didn’t know what answers she expected, but she knew she’d never expected someone to tell her about a safe haven for magic users created by a magic user.
That had been long ago, though, and had been abandoned for centuries, according to the woman. She didn’t know why it had been abandoned, only that she had been told by her grandmother, the previous guardian of the door that it existed and the time would come when it was needed again, although they didn’t have any idea when that might be. Amelia would be one of the first people to enter the underground since that had happened, but she would never be able to pass on anything she learnt, if she learnt anything at all, about what had happened, due to the magic of the wards. Nothing could come out once it had entered, which was why there was a guardian.
Finally she stood on the doorstep of the address she was give, hoping that she hadn’t been fed a story by someone who wanted to harm her. Biting hard on her lip Amelia stared at the door. Gathering the courage to knock on it was much harder than she expected it to be, but eventually she did just that, breathing deeply as she waited for whatever was going to happen to her, even though she wasn’t certain she was ready to die or to enter the underground. Moments later, long before she realised how much she wanted to run for the hills, the door opened, revealing the same woman who had saved her life.
Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.