Chapter 1 Prologue

Allie's POV

Every story usually begins with a once upon a time, some with a great action at the beginning, a sweet meet cute in the middle, and an amazing happy ending. I had a meet cute, but I wouldn't call it sweet; mine began in a totally different way.

It began when I turned five in a crazy way, or rather when I thought I was actually going crazy seeing a boy my age standing beside Mom whenever she was dishing dinner.

Mom? Do I have a brother? I asked one time at dinner.

The room went silent; my twin sister sitting across from me chuckled, stuffing egg and cheese into her mouth while my mom stared at me like I’d suddenly lost my mind.

Honey, why would you ask a thing like that? She replied with furrowed brows.

Because he keeps staring at you like you’re his mother? I said, pointing to the boy beside her.

Who? She asked, confusion written all over her face.

Him… I said, still pointing at the boy.

Allie, but there’s no one here. She replied, staring at me like I’d lost my mind.

But Mom, he’s… I tried to speak.

That’s enough, child, just eat. And NO, you don’t have any brother. Dad thundered.

I flinched, swallowed hard, and focused on my meal, but I couldn’t help but steal glances at the boy beside Mom.

He had this long silver hair and blue eyes just like mine, and he wore the same color of clothes that I had on: a yellow gown, but his were pants and a shirt the same shade of yellow, which brought out the glow of his skin.

Later that night, I overheard Mom and Dad quarreling over what happened at dinner when I was walking through the hallway to my room.

I knew this would happen! Dad’s voice echoed on the other side.

You can’t just conclude it’s the prophecy yet, James; it could be something else. Mom’s voice came in next.

You know what? We are taking her to a seer tomorrow. It’s a good thing she started manifesting it on time. We have to make sure she grows learning to control it. He replied.

James? Mom fired back, I’m not subjecting my daughter to…

Eliana… I’ve made my decision! Dad retorted, and then… silence.

Well, here in the silver city, women’s voices aren’t really considered yea and amen, so Mom didn’t push further, but what I’d just heard left a lot of questions in my mind, questions I wished I had answers to then.

But silly me, I just shrugged it off and went to my room, and that… that was how my story started. The story of Allie Decker.

The next day came, and before sunrise, Mom got me prepped, all covered in a hoodie while Aria was still asleep. She and Dad took me out of the house.

When we got to the door, a fairy 🧚‍♀️ was there; Mom was friends with a lot of fairies apparently. She handed Mom some pixie dust with a low voice saying, Be careful, Eliana.

I will, Mom replied, taking the tiny bag from her with a smile.

Thank you again, Dad said with a light smile, and with that, we began our journey.

It came to the point where Mom took some pixie dust and sprayed some in our path, and something like a road appeared in front of us.

Dad carried me in his arms, and off we went, following the light. Minutes later, we arrived at a dark hut. Dad put me down, walked forward, and placed a light knock on the door.

A creepy creak sound followed, and then Mom’s voice: Don’t be scared, Allie; we’re here. She said, but surprisingly I couldn’t feel what she was talking about—fear.

I walked in with them, and inside we saw a very young but old-looking man. At least to the best of my knowledge, that’s how I could describe him because he seemed confusing.

Half of his body was young, and the other half; well, you know—old.

Oh great seer, Mom greeted.

Hello, Elves, he replied, staring up at Mom and then Dad. Then he moved his gaze downwards, his eyes focused on me. Hello, little ones; he said with a whisper.

Ones? I asked, confused, but it turned out Mom and Dad didn’t hear that, not even with their long elf ears.

The man pulled back, walked slowly towards a seat in front of him before turning to my dad: The earth tells me the answer which you seek; you already have.

For a moment, everywhere became silent as Mom and Dad shared a glance.

So you’re saying… Dad tried to speak.

Mr. Elf, the seer chimed, we both know that the circumstances surrounding the birth of one of your twins are strange and, of course, the first of its kind.

But… explain to me; you were the one who told me I was carrying a boy and a girl five years ago, and then when they came out, she turned out to be a girl—two girls.

I just want you to tell me, are you sure the gods didn’t make a mist… Mom queried.

Eliana!! Dad growled before she could say the word.

The gods never make mistakes if that’s what you’re implying, the man said with a smirk on his face. Go home and do as you were told years ago; remember, nobody else must know about this part of her.

Also, you must teach her never to embrace the darkness within her. Now leave, the seer commanded.

Uhm… is there something—maybe anything—you can give us? Any advice or maybe some sort of enchantment that could help us do this? You know—stop her from embracing this darkness? Dad asked.

But he just chuckled, his eyes moving from Mom, and then to Dad. I’m sorry, but this—you must do alone. Train up the child in the way the gods please, and when she’s old, she won't depart from it.

But what does that even mean? Mom asked.

You must leave now before the dragons sense the use of pixie magic. I’m sure you don’t want to start another war, he said.

And with that, Mom took the very last piece of pixie dust and sprayed it on our path while we made our way back home.

When we arrived, it was already morning, and Aria had just gotten up from bed.

Mom? Dad? Where have you been? She asked, rubbing her eyes.

And in that instant, Mom left me as she and Dad walked towards Aria, giving her a warm hug and a smile on her face, leaving me at the entrance—alone. For the first time in my short years of living, I felt something; loneliness.

I walked back to my room silently and sat on my bed, staring out the window, trying to process everything the seer said in my tiny little mind when I heard a voice behind me.

You know you can’t escape that feeling, right? I feel that way every day inside you.

I turned to the direction of the voice, and to my surprise, I said, it’s you, I mumbled. The boy from dinner, I added softly.

Hi Allie… He said with a smile, making me shocked.

Ho… how did you know my name? I stuttered.

I'm Lucifer; I'm you, and you are me, he said, stretching forth his hand for a handshake 🤝, ignoring my question—or at least I thought he did.