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clevernewdimension · 7 years ago

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New World Part One

Part One, Part Two, Part Three (Coming Soon)

Warning: Trigger warnings for violence, blood, and sexual assault. There’s also smut. Different from the assault, though, two different instances. Smut 100% consensual. Also character has a name -shrugs-

Word count: 12.4K

Eden lives with her family in the middle of no where. They live away from everything and everyone for religious purposes, not wanting to be near sinners in the city. Though, there is also a darker reason for their solidarity. What happens when a stranger who can do magic, a stranger who is a sinner, enters her life and changes her views? Can she tell him the dark truth, or will it be too late?

I’ve known for a long time what my father truly was.

I was four when I first stumbled in on him with someone. I was looking for him because he promised he’d play with me. He’d get so busy, between work and wherever he went to in his spare time, I was overjoyed when he said he’d make time for me. Normally, all the free time he had was spent with my older brother, never really paying me any mind. I was looking forward for him to finally focus on me for a bit.

I was looking around the barn. He works on cars there a lot, so I thought that’s where he’d be. Some families from a few miles away would come and in exchange for him fixing their car, they’ve trade things. That, along with our farm and few livestock, was enough to live off the land and far away from others.

I looked by the barn and there was nothing. Then I found the door hidden under a layer of hay. I was curious as a kid, no one told me about it. My older brother, my mother, my father… did they know? So I opened it and went down. It was creepy. There was little light as I carefully tiptoed down. The air was muggy and something smelled awful.

That’s when I could hear a loud muffled noise. As I went further down the long steps, the sounds got louder and louder. I walked as quietly as I could down the concrete steps, which wasn’t hard because, as usual, I was barefooted. I could hear the sounds clearer now, screams for mercy, begging to stop. I was scared. I got to the end and there was a door. My heart pounding, I opened it a little.

What I saw would haunt my nightmares for years.

A boy, shirtless, older than my brother. His body littered purple, red all over the floor and walls. He had these markings on his skin, pictures. A shrine to God beyond him, candles creating a very scary effect of the room. I almost gasped as I watched my father walking, reading from the book. “’But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the sexually immoral,’” He yells, kicking the boy who was tied to the ground hard. He screamed out in pain as my father continued on, “Those who practice magic arts,” He yells, stomping on his hand, a crunch so loud it was deafening. His screams are something I’ll never forget. “The idolaters and all liars - They will be consigned to the fiery lake of burning sulfur. This is the second death!”

He placed the book down, reaching out and grabbing the boy by the hair, “You hear that, boy?! You deserve this!”

Then, my father hit him, again and again. The boy, screaming and bleeding everywhere. I was stuck to my spot, unable to do anything as his eyes finally saw me looking.

I was scared, as he opened the door and picked me up. He held me close, telling me that that boy wasn’t human. “Daddy is trying to protect his little girl from all the monsters in the world,” He muttered, kissing the top of my head. He was a monster, and Father was just getting rid of monsters. He said he was a hero, really. He told me that it has shown him the way.

Then, he did play with me... act like nothing happened. For a while, I forgot about it, or just, blindly believe him. It was fun, as he picked me up and swung me around. My giggles filled the air as my mother looked on in joy.

My mother and father are deeply religious and raised me that way. We prayed over everything, living away from the city and all the sinners there. No television, whatever that was. No radio, which was something I didn’t know about, really. No anything unless they said it was alright. I was taught how to be a good girl, groomed to be the perfect wife and run the perfect home. When my brother turned fifteen, my father brought him down to the cellar. My father said it was time for him to see what being a real man of God was about.

“Momma,” I asked, as I dried the dishes she washed, “Why does Father have brother help and not me?”

She hesitated, her arms shaking a bit. “Well, you’re a young lady. That’s not our place, that business is for men.”

“I’m just confused,” I mutter, admitting my thoughts openly for the first time. “The Bible says what Daddy is doing is wrong. Murder is a sin-”

A hand hits my face, sending it snapping to the other side. My cheek stung, burning as she looked at me with wide, terrified eyes. “Now you listen to me, Eden, never say that again! Don’t let him hear you saying that!”

I nod and mutely help her with the dishes. That’s how days went for years. I’d ignore what was going on, trying not to feel anything when they came up, covered in blood.

When I was fourteen, I found an old radio. I was walking the woods, not going too far from home. I went to the river for the first time. Father and Mother say it’s ok, as long as I don’t cross it. Walking and having time to reflect is important. That I should have alone time to strengthen my relationship with God. The radio was small. A few things stuck on the side in the shape of things. It was loud, and pretty, something like I’ve never seen before this closely. There was a small building, with some weird blueish metal thing on top. It had power, so when I turned the radio on, I could hear these strange sounds. It was fast and sounded fun. I went through the numbers, hearing all types of sounds. Voices, people talking, what they called ‘music’.

There was a number called a news station. It talked about how Doctors and those who have magic are working to create cures for things. Magic was something the Bible spoke of as awful. How can it be awful if it spoke of helping people? Healing the sick and making people happy?

I left quickly, not telling anyone of what I found, and kept it as a place for myself.

At sixteen, I made a mistake. I questioned my father, causing him to slap me. Mother warned me years ago, but I just had to say something. He dragged me down to the cellar, and I watched as he and my brother beat a boy. He was my age or a little older. They told me he was a child of the devil. They told me the devil has been speaking to me and that if I didn’t stop, I was going to be a sinner like him and suffer the same fate.

That’s when my father handed me the knife.

“Stab him, Eden,” he commands, holding his head back. “Cut his throat and damn the sinner to burn for all eternity, it’s the only way to pay for you questioning God and all that is true.”

I refused, and each time I did, my brother slapped me. My lip was cut and my eyes red. My brother forced me to cut his throat. I tried to fight back, but I wasn’t strong, like him. The feeling of cutting into the boy was enough to make me feel sick. I was sprayed crimson, it got everywhere. In my eyes, in my hair, in my mouth as I screamed. That night as I showered, I cried. All I could see was blood, like it stained me.

A few weeks later, my mother explained to me what all the sins my father was trying to rid the world of. It was long and drawn out, but I hear her talk ill of magic. Which didn’t make sense, since the people on the radio said so many good things about it. The conversation carried on, and soon, she held my hands. Then, she explained to me about the duties of a wife that weren’t just keeping house and cooking. Being there for your husband, and to let him use your body, no matter what he wants.

I left, after listening to her talk about how to please your husband. It was weird, and after a long few weeks, I went out to my hut by the river. I couldn’t imagine myself with a man like father. It just seemed wrong. The radio was a comfort from the world I was in. Hearing about a world I’ve never seen was fascinating. The water rushing by was nice, too, as I listened to the radio and making a few wildflowers into a crown. Anything to keep the reality of my world at bay.

I didn’t notice someone coming up behind me, though.

“Hello,” A voice says behind me, and I jumped and gasped loudly. I turned, falling from the stool I brought to the hut. My heart was racing as I looked up at the boy ahead of me.

His hair was black as ink. He wore clothes that were weird as he stepped back. “I’m sorry,” He mutters, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“W-what do you want,” I mutter, scared. My heart was pounding. “How did you get here?”

He offered me a hand, “Let me help you up, please.”

I take his hand and he pulls me up as if I weighed nothing. He smiled at me until he lets go of my hand. Blood was on it and when I turned my hand, I saw a cut from when I fell.

“Shit,” He says, frowning. “I’m so sorry. I can help you with that, if you’d like.”

I was beyond confused. How this person found me, why they are out there, they they cared.“Why?”

“Because I’m the reason you’re hurt,” He says, frowning. “I’m Jongin,” He says, with a smile, “Kim Jongin. What’s your name?”

“Eden,” I say, “Eden Winters… Why is your last name first?”

“My family is from a different country originally. My great-grandfather came over and we kept it that way to honor him.” He explains, looking down at me, still holding out his hand. “It’s ok, I promise I won’t hurt you.”

I give him my hand, timidly, since I was still afraid. He just smiled, before looking down at my hand. His eyes glow a bright green as shimmers and circles surround his hands. The green glowing went to my hand, and the pain that was there soon was gone. My eyes wide as I watch his eyes go back to their normal blue.

I snatched my hand away, “What was that?!”

He looks confused, “Magic… I thought you’d knew since you have the aura.”

I looked at him carefully, finally taking a good look at him. The clothes he wore were weird. His pants were dark and tighter than anything my family wore. He wore a shirt without sleeves and buttons, unlike any I’ve seen. There were weird markings on his arms, looking like shapes and pictures. I looked at him, and he was handsome. He looked odd, though a lot like the people my father takes down to the cellar. But he also looked kind, and like he was about as old as I was.

Compared to him, I’m plain. The skirt I wore was almost to the floor, a brown and A shirt that was plain white, tucked into the skirt. My boots were black and had small heels, but they were plain. His shirt had a picture on it, and his pants had rips and holes. He also wore boots, though his black with straps all over.

“What aura,” I ask, still keeping my distance. My curiosity would be the death of me, my mother always said.

“The magical one,” He says as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “Like, you can do magic? Doesn’t everyone who has it learn how to use it? It’s required by law.”

I shake my head slowly, “No. I didn’t know. My family is very strict…”

Jongin nods, “Oh. Well, I could teach you a few things, if you’d like.”

I was scared. He taught me the super basics. Calm, feel the energy in you, learn how to make it do what you wish. I couldn’t figure it out, what he was talking about. It just sounded like a mess of gibberish.

“Here,” He says, reaching to his neck. He takes a necklace off, handing it to me. The chain was long, and on the end was what looked like a spear of quartz. “This will shine when you control it properly. You take the energy and let it flow into this.”

He places it around my neck, smiling, “When it shines, I can show you spellbooks and help you learn how to use it.”

I nod, looking up. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” He says, smiling.

I frown, looking at the sky. The sun starting to set, “I have to go. It was nice meeting you, Jongin.”

He grins, nodding, “It was nice to meet you, Eden. Perhaps I’ll see you again?”

I nod, waving as I watch him. He raises his hand, light blue energy creating a force over the water to allow him to walk across. I looked until I could no longer see him, smiling to myself. I turned off the radio and walked back home, hiding the necklace under my shirt so no one would see. I didn’t know why I trusted him so quickly. It was just nice to talk to someone other than my family for once. Jongin just seemed so sweet.

The next few days went buy in a blur. I mostly did housework, cleaning and taking care of our few chickens we have. My brother would help me sometimes, as he worked with our one horse named Sun. We spoke, but for the most part, it was him talking at me, not to me. At night in my room, I’d hold the crystal, trying to make it light up under the covers. I could feel something, like buzzing bees beneath my skin. I know magic is a sin, but so is murder, and if it was ok for my father to do that, why can’t I do this?

It took two weeks. I saw Jongin once more. He was just so kind. I couldn’t believe that my father thought someone like him is a sinner. He asked why he’s never heard of me, and I told him about how I’m homeschooled and that my family lives away from that for religious purposes.

“So, do you believe the same as your family does, too,” He asks, sitting on the little desk in the hut. Music was coming from the radio but turned down so we could talk. I held the pendant in my hand, playing with it as we talked.

“I… I don’t know. It’s all I’ve never known,” I admit, letting out thoughts I’d never dare speak to my family.

“Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t hate you or anything. I just know your beliefs aren’t exactly kind to people like me,” He says, His hand glittering in beautiful purple colors, letting it fade quickly. His eyes stayed purple a moment longer, before fading. “People like you too, actually. Surely your family knows that you can learn magic.”

I looked confused, “How would they know if I didn’t know?”

“When you’re born, it’s very obvious. There are glowing runes on you for a few days,” He says, “It would have been impossible not to have noticed. They really don’t tell you anything, huh?”

I shake my head, “I… guess not.”

“Oh,” He says, picking up a backpack from where he left it, “I brought you this. Beginner spells, you just have to study, learn the language, and then you’ll be able to try. I know you probably don’t want to, but I figured it would be better to give you a choice.”

I laugh, “I… I never get a choice, I just do what I’m told…”

“That sounds awful,” He says, placing the book in front of me, along with a journal and a pen. “It’s up to you. I have to go, though. I’ll come by again, if you’d like?”

I nod, “It’s been nice to see you, Jongin. I’m happy I met you.”

A week later, alone in my room, I finally got my necklace to glow.

Now, I was nineteen. Jongin and I have been friends for years. I know basic spells, and we’ve been talking. He’s told me so much about the world. It’s been great. The more I talk with him, the more I feel distant from my family and their beliefs. They’re all the same, and I try not to think about it.

What was different my father pulled me down to his basement for the first time since he and my brother made me kill that boy. He pulled me down there, a man chained down to the floor, on his knees. He was shirtless, cuts all over his body. I looked, seeing my name carved into his skin. It made me feel ill, looking at it.

He points to the man, “Eden, do you know what this man has done?”

“Sinned,” I say, looking up at him, trying to look at the man. The splattering of blood all around even stained into the floor from the years of killings. I felt sick, not wanting to be there longer than I needed to me. The door on the other side was firmly shut, a large lock on this side. It was opposite of the entrance and I wonder how I could have missed it.

My father laughs, holding my face, “Oh, my sweet angel. I forget you’re so dimwitted sometimes.” His large blue eyes were shining with love. He almost looked proud about the dumb act I had to constantly play. He pressed his lips to my cheek, and I tried not to fight away.

The man tried to speak, but his mouth was covered by tape.

My father reaches, slapping him, “Shut up!” He was yelling, before he looked back at me, “No, darling, he’s been spying on us! All the while watching us! I caught him this morning. He was watching you dress through a window after you showered. He looked upon you and was lusting over you.”

I felt ill about that, looking at him. I know this man was probably innocent, but peeping at me was wrong, too. But wrong enough to deserve this?

“So,” He said, “I wanted him to know I don’t take kindly to men gazing upon what’s rightfully mine!” His hand ripped at my shirt, opening it as the buttons scattered to the ground. I yelp, trying to pull away. “Don’t,” He yells, grabbing me and glaring. “You let me do this! You hear, girl?”

I was frozen in place, scared. I’ve seen father cut and scar my brother when he didn’t obey. I’ve seen what he can do. As he unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the side, I look away, trying not to focus. I was so happy I forgot to grab the pendant from the hut when I left it earlier. If he would have seen me wearing it, he would have ended me, I was sure of it.

“She’s mine, you hear me,” He says, yanking my skirt and underwear down quickly. His hand touching me where I’ve never felt someone else touch before. “My angel. My sweet, wonderful pure angel!” His other arm reached up, grabbing my face and making me look at the man. My eyes tearing up as my father grabs at my exposed body. “If I wanted her, I can take her. She’s my pure, sweetheart who would obey her father no matter what.” He grabbed one of my legs, yanking it away from the other so my legs were spread. “Is this what you wanted to see?! This is what you’re going to die for, I might as well let you have a look at it!”

I felt humiliated. I felt sick. Worse of all, I felt pity for him, the stranger. I knew he didn’t ask for this. I held back sobs as I tried to ignore everything my father was doing.

His hands leaves me, as he reaches down, pulling my underwear and skirt back up. “I don’t deserve her. No one does. Any man I catch lusting after her will die like the beast they should!” He swings his fist, slamming it into the side of the man’s head. I pulled back, looking away.

He looks down at me, smiling brightly as if he didn’t just touch me in a way I never wanted. Like he didn’t assault me, like mother warned me about other men doing. He lets go, “Get your clothes, Honey. I’ll see you and your mother at dinner.”

I nod, quickly getting my clothes and going up the steps, tears falling from my face now. This is wrong. He’s wrong, my family is wrong. I can’t live like this anymore. At dinner I was silent, listening to how my parents were talking. I felt ill, excusing myself for a walk after. Lately, I’ve been taking a bible with me, just so they didn’t ask what I was doing.

I studied hard, harder than ever. Magic could help me leave, so I needed to know it and learn it.

When I returned, my father showed me what was left of the man. He skinned him while he was living, his body mostly just the flesh. His eyelids stapled up, so he had to watch everything. The sight made me want to vomit. My father took some of the blood that was all over the ground, licking it from his fingers, “Another wicked soul gone from this Earth.”

I felt sick, I needed to leave.

Next time I saw Jongin, it felt like paradise. He was smiling, talking with me about his friends. He helped me, teaching me other spells, like the healing one. My fingers glowed the familiar green, the first spell I’ve done that wasn’t a beginner one.

“Amazing,” He says, looking up at me with wonder in his eyes. The wonder was different than the way my father looked at me. This was happy for me, happy about what I did. “The amount you’ve learned so quickly is amazing! It took me five years to be able to do what you’re doing.”

I blushed. As the years gone by, Jongin has only grown more handsome. I tried to not focus on it, but it’s hard. He was a bit taller, with even more markings and pictures on his arms. Still dressed in the same odd way, though. It was late summer, so he wore a shirt with no sleeves again. His arms were strong as he hugged me, “This is great!”

I hugged him back, smiling. It felt nice, being hugged by him. Like it was safe. “Wow,” I said. “I never thought I could do it!”

He pulled back, smiling, “I told you!”

I nod, “I wonder what other spells I could learn…”

Jongin smile, placing a hand over my face, “Eden, you could learn anything you wanted to if you just tried. Soon I’ll have to bring my advanced spellbooks.”

The years that has gone by, he’s came to see me at least twice a week. Sometimes even everyday. I could feel myself growing fonder of him as the years passed by. The way my heart would flutter around him and I’d blush and be a bit more nervous. A man like Jongin is the kind of man I’d want in my life. He was kind and always respected me. We had a conversation, back and forth, not him just talking over me or acting like he was better than me. He cared about me, certainly a lot more than my Father and Brother does. The sky was going dark, and Jongin went to leave, like always, but this time, he hesitated. He turned, looking at me, “Eden… would you mind if I kissed you?”

I give him a confused look, “Isn’t that for married couples?”

Shaking his head, he just smiled. He's gotten used to my ignorance at this point, but he never made me feel like I was lesser than him because of it. Sometimes he’ll poke a little fun at it, but never in a mean spirited way. “No. People do it all the time. Sometimes with people, they’re dating and sometimes with people they don’t really know. Sometimes with friends,” He says, smiling. “So, are you ok if I kiss you?”

I felt that buzzing all over, like I was doing magic even though I knew I wasn't. All I knew from kissing was the new videos Jongin has shown me from the weird thing he carries in his pocket. But I felt like I belonged. Like I was suppose to be experiencing this with him. Like it was fate. This feeling was normal around him, and I have it almost constantly when he’s near. I nod, “Yes.”

I wasn’t expecting how it felt. His lips were soft, just like they looked. It was warm and nice, as they gently pressed against mine. I tried to follow his lead, resting my hands on his chest. I could feel his heart beating fast, making me happy that I had the same effect on him as he had on me. He pulled away, smiling.

“That was nice,” I say, touching my lips.

“Your first one,” He asks, looking up and blushing.

I nod, “Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” He says, “It was nice, sweet kind of kiss.”

“There are other kinds,” I asked, confused.

He smiled, “Yeah, definitely. Perhaps I’ll show you sometime.”

When he left, I felt something I wasn’t sure it was. The next day, I couldn’t stop thinking of him. I was left alone as I did my work, and every time I thought of him, I was blushing. He was very handsome, definitely the most good-looking person I’ve seen. I couldn’t wait to see him again.

When I saw him again, I asked him about the marks on his arms.

“They’re tattoos,” he says, sitting on the desk. He showed me his arm. It was covered in images. Hourglass, clock, feathers, and books. The other was full of runes and designs he called ‘Geometric’.

“Are these all you have,” I ask, looking at his arms.

“No,” He says, “I have one on my back.”

I nod, touching his arm lightly. “They’re... what did you say the word was? Cool?”

Jongin laughs, “Yeah! That’s it!”

I smiled, hearing him laugh, it was such a beautiful sound. “I was shocked after we first met that they didn’t wash off.”

Jongin just smiled, “No, they’re there forever unless you get them removed.”

“Does it hurt,” I ask, taking a break from learning.

“A little, but not all the time,” He says, looking at his arm. “They don’t hurt anymore, either.”

As the sun started to go down, I felt sad, knowing he was going to have to leave again. These few hours I have with him are the best part of my day.

“I’ve been working on something,” He says, “It’s a surprise, but the magic isn’t done yet.”

“How is it not done yet?”

“This takes a long time to do,” He explains, “It’s pretty advanced.” He says, looking at me. He was taller than me, standing close.

“You must be good at magic, then,” I say, feeling him grab my hand.

He nods, looking me in the eyes. I could feel my heart racing as I watched his eyes look to my lips. “Eden, would you mind if I kissed you again?”

I shook my head, and he just laughed, a smirk growing on his face. “This kind of kissing is different. It’s deeper, and expresses more emotion.”

“Ok,” I mutter, “Just... tell me what to do.”

He places both of my hands around his neck, before resting his on my hips. The feeling of him touching my hips was nice, his hands warm. “Follow my lead,” He says, pressing his lips to me again. This time, though, I felt something warm and wet touch my lips. I jumped at first, only for him to giggle, “It’s ok, trust me. Just open.”

I nod, and when he does it again, I open my mouth, like he was trying to. I could feel his tongue touch mine, and at first, it was weird, but soon, as his hands held me tighter and the sounds he made only made me feel good. I moved my tongue along with his, getting lost in the feeling of it. My fingers laced into his hair, as I let out a moan of my own. I could tell I wasn't the best at this, but he didn't seem to mind.

When he pulled away, he was breathing heavy. He smiles at me, wiping my lips with his thumb as he held my face softly. “That was not bad at all,” He says, smiling as he looks back down at my lips. “Way better than my first time. I was so nervous I accidentally bit their tongue. It was embarrassing.”

I shake my head, “You can tell me if it was bad, you know. Be honest.”

“I’m serious,” He says, smiling. “Though, like with everything, practice does make perfect.” Jongin says, winking before biting his bottom lip. One time he told me people bite their bottom lip when they’re nervous or doming something called flirting. I hope it’s the latter.

He tells me bye, and I walk back to the house, bible in hand. The weather was slowly moving into Autumn. Soon the leaves would be colorful and beautiful. The changing leaves are one of the few things I love and enjoy. I open the back door, making sure to get all the dirt off my shoes.

My brother was on the couch, sharpening a knife. He glances up, his brown hair in his eyes. Isaiah smiled at me, “Father met with the family like ours a bit to the west. They’re talking to see if a match will be made between myself and their daughter.”

I smiled, though it was hollow and empty, as I notice towels of blood on the floor from where he cleaned the blade. “That’s wonderful news, brother! You joining with her and starting a family of your own would be an amazing blessing from God!”

He smiles at that, “He’s been looking at suitors for you, as well. Of the few families like us, all of them who have sons want them to be with you.”

“I’m sure Father will listen to God as he guides him to the best match for me,” I say, trying to keep the strain out of my voice.

“You are our angel, Eden. Only the best for you,” He says, putting the knife back in its sheath. “Seeing you walk off to give yourself time to devote yourself to God for a bit each day is inspiring. All women could learn from you.”

“Everything I do is for God and my family,” I say, excusing myself. It was just so easy to lie anymore. After years of saying it without knowing better, they have no reason not to believe me.

“Father and Mother are going to be gone,” He says, “They’ll be back a two or three days. I’m going to be gone to spend some time with some of the sons around to go on a hunting trip. I’ll be back around tomorrow night.”

I nod, “I understand. I’ll stay inside since no one is here just in case.”

He smiles, “That was exactly what I was going to tell you. You’re smart. Well, for a woman.”

“Thank you,” I say, finally excusing myself. It was going to be so nice to get away from them for a bit. The cage is going to be gone for a while. I’d be able to just be me.

When I showered and went to bed, I couldn’t be more excited for these next few days.

“How do you feel about going on an adventure,” Jongin asks, grinning at me.

The next day, I went out earlier. According to Jongin, today he was off from ‘college’, which he explained to me was just school, but more advanced. He showed up a little after me, smiling as he did.

“Ok,” I say, smiling.

“Here,” He says, handing me a bag, “You’re the same size as my sister, and she leaves clothes with me when she stays. She never takes them back since she lives on the other side of the country. Besides, it’s best to blend in.”

“Alright.”

He turns around, “I won’t look. I just figured while I can I should show you the city and life outside all this.”

I quickly pull my shirt off, pulling on the one. It was black, with no sleeves like he wears all the time. I have a feeling that this family doesn’t like sleeves. I pulled on the pants, taking my shoes off quickly. It felt weird wearing pants for the first time. It wasn’t a breeze as a skirt. These pants were fairly tight too. There were also shoes and a zip-up jacket. I pulled it all on, keeping my hair in the two braids. I tapped his shoulder, “All done.”

He turns, his eyes wide. “Wow.”

“It’s weird,” I said, “wearing pants. I think I like it, though.”

He offers his arm, smiling, “Well when we get to the city, feel free to ask about anything. Seriously, there are going to be a lot of things you’ve never seen!”

“How are we getting there,” I ask, playing with the necklace I still wore.

He just smirks, and soon, there are lights all around us. They moved faster and faster, around us, shining a bright yellow light. Until they exploded in glitter, fading into nothing as I look up, seeing myself in the middle of tall buildings surrounded by people.

“Oh my god,” I mutter, looking around. Parts of buildings lighting up, showing off colorful drinks, cars and a ton of other things. Cars moved around, following the directions of the light above them. I stood, smelling all around me. Something's smelling good, some awful. It was loud, people talking, magic glowing all around as some people used it like it was nothing.

“Cool, huh,” He asks, “Come with me.” He hold out his hand.

I take it, holding it firmly. I realized then I’d follow Jongin anywhere. I trusted him more than anyone.

Walking down the place, I asked him with everything was. What are we walking on, what are the buildings, what is everything and anything. The sun shined on us as we walked. He left me to a staircase going down, and I learned that the quickest way to travel was something called the subway. The metal tube running underground was scary, but Jongin assured me that it was perfectly safe and that’s he’s ridden on it a thousand times before.

As we were seated, he told me about the giant place. This was Seattle, and it wasn’t even the biggest city in America. I know the states, and I’ve heard of cities, but all my father and mother would tell me is that they’re ‘cesspools of sin and debauchery’. From what I’ve seen, they’re beautiful and fun, though a number of people around is shocking to me.

“There isn’t even a million people living here, Eden,” Jongin says as we exit back up top. He smiled, pulling his leather jacket close and zipping it up. He turns to me, pulling up the zipper on my jacket, “There are a ton of cities with more people.”

“A million people can live in a city,” I ask, my eyes wide as I couldn’t contain my disbelief.

“There’s about eight million in New York City,” He says with a laugh. “You look so cute right now! Did you really not know that?”

“Is it that shocking I don’t know,” I ask, trying not to turn completely red at the fact that he called me cute.

“Here we are,” He says, directing me inside. “I know it looks like a dump, but this bar makes the best pizza you’ll find.”

He opened the door, and the smell of food and beer hits me. I walk in, looking around. People playing darts, a game my father and brother like when they take a moment to breathe. There was a long bar, people eating foods and drinking. Flat things showing weird moving pictures, chalkboard on the walls with the menu and somewhere customers could write. We sit at the end of the bar, smiling. A man comes up, smiling.

“I was wondering when I’d see your face again,” a man says, grinning widely. His hair was black, his eyes a gray as he looked at Jongin. He clapped him on the shoulder, smiling. “I see you in here at least three times a week and suddenly you're gone all the time, what gives?”

“Quit whining, Jongdae,” Jongin says, rolling his eyes. He then gestures to me, “This is Eden. Eden, meet my rude friend Jongdae.”

“Hello,” I say, smiling, holding out my hand.

Jongdae’s attention turns to me, holding his hand out. I take it immediately, taking his hand and shaking. He was in all black, his arms also with tattoos, but a piece of metal in his nose, looping around it. His eyes went wide as he looked over at Jongin, “Wait, Eden? As in, the person you’ve been visiting for years, Eden?!”

Jongin nods and I look over at him.

“He won’t tell,” Jongin says, “Trust me.”

“Wow,” Jongdae says, looking at me, “You look a lot different than I imagined.

A tray of clean glasses is set down near us as another man enters the conversation. He was smaller and thinner. He wore colors on the skin around his eyes and a ring on every finger. His hair was a coppery color. “‘Look a lot different’ is Jongdae speak for smoking hot,” He reaches over, taking my hand in his, “I’m Baekhyun, nice to finally meet you, Eden. We’ve heard a lot of good things about you, Miss Mysterious E.”

“I only told my friends, and when we talk about you, besides now, we just call you E,” Jongin says, “I mean, I was disappearing for hours on end for a while, they noticed. I had to tell them.”

“I’m shocked it took Junmyeon as long to notice, honestly,” Jongdae says. I recognize that name as the person who Jongin told me was his roommate.

“Alright,” Jongin says, smiling, “Some slices of cheese pizza?”

“I’m a bartender, so that’s your shit,” Baekhyun says to Jongdae, before seeing someone waving for him. He winks at us, before smiling at the woman.

Jongdae rolls his eyes, getting out a notebook. “Just cheese?”

“She’s never had pizza before, got to let her try it at the bare minimum to see if she likes it,” Jongin says, taking off his jacket and throwing it on the back of his chair.

“Makes sense,” Jongdae says, nodding. “Drinks?”

“Just soda,” He says, “Cola?”

“You got it, kid,” He says, smiling. “Kyungsoo literally is pulling a cheese one out in two minutes, so you’ll be set.” He turns, walking towards the kitchen, shouting in.

The door behind us opens as someone steps in, “Fuck,” He mutters, “It’s getting colder already.” He stops, looking at Jongin, and then to me. He was tall, taller than Jongin is and was really thin. His hair was white, a bit of metal around his bottom lip to the left. He also had some tattoos, though they stopped midway down one arm.

“Sehun,” Jongin says, smiling. “Meet Eden.”

The tall man, Sehun, looks at me, “You’re prettier than I expected,” He says, taking the seat next to Jongin. He looked tired and he sat down, resting his chin on his hand.

“Thank you,” I say, confused.

“He’s just mad because you’re sitting in his seat,” Jongin says, laughing a little.

“She can have it this one time since it’s her first time in the city,” Sehun says, pouting. “I’m not that mean, it is the best seat, after all.”

Baekhyun places two drinks in front of myself and Jongin. “Usual,” he asks to Sehun, who just nods. “Bad day, little student?”

“Someone hit my car and ran,” He says, rolling their eyes, “So I had to report it to the police.”

“That thing is a piece of shit anyways,” Baekhyun says, cracking open a brown bottle and placing it in front of Sehun. “You’ll be happy to know your brand’s pumpkin ale is back, though.”

“Small victories,” Sehun says, pouting again. He leans over, looking at me, “Also, Nice to meet you, I’m Sehun. You’re Eden. It actually is nice to meet you finally, I’m just in a bad mood.”

“It’s ok,” I mutter, as I point up to the thing showing moving pictures. “What’s that?”

“A baseball game,” Sehun says, taking a sip.

“It’s a television. It shows things and video that are either live or previously recorded,” Jongin explains, smiling the whole time.

“Holy fuck you really don’t know anything,” Sehun says, his eyes wide.

Jongin elbowed him, making him yelp.

“What,” He says, “I’m just shocked! Almost no one lives like that anymore! Estimates say it’s only a dozen or so families in the state!”

Before I could speak, a plate was set right in front of me. Jongdae smiles, before looking over at Jongin, “Kyungsoo says he wishes he could meet her, but he’s too swamped with work.”

I look at the food. It was a huge slice of ‘pizza’. It looked like cheese melted over bread. I liked both of those things, so perhaps I’ll like this too. I picked it up, taking a bite. I second I do, I could taste the tomato, some spices, along with the cheese and bread. It was really good. I took another bite, smiling as I ate.

“Good,” Jongin asks, a grin on his face.

I nod, too busy eating to speak. I listened to them all converse, getting in a comment or asking what something was here and there. After Sehun’s reaction, everyone else seemed not to be shocked by my reaction to things. They’d just answer and explain it to me. I didn’t quite understand what slang words were or how they’re used, but they tried their best to tell me.

A bit later, after waving them all goodbye, Jongin and I were at the subway again. “There’s just one last thing,” He says, “The place was going to closed down and people can’t really get up there, but if you have the means,” He says, moving his hand around and letting glitters of magical essence fly, “You can get there.”

“If you can just go anywhere with magic, why not do it all the time,” I ask.

“There’s a bit of time in between you do something. Teleporting take a lot of magical energy, so you have to give it a few minutes. Unless you’re going to somewhere hundreds of miles away, then you’ll take hours recovering from that,” He says, explaining to me as we walked. “I’m getting closer so that the time it would take to recover would be a minutes or two, is all.”

Once we were above ground, I saw the familiar signs of magic. I felt it again and then we're somewhere else.

“They called this the Space Needle,” Jongin says. “Mostly my friends and I will come up here, drink, smoke and talk, usually. It’s been closed down for years.”

The view was breathtaking. I walked over to the fence, holding it as I looked all across the city. “Wow,” I mutter, “This is beautiful.”

Jongin went through a hole in the fence, smiling. “It’s safe if you want to join me,” He says, “It’s been enchanted to never break. With magic like that, you have to come by and strengthen it. It was done earlier today if you’re worried.”

My heart racing, I walked over, looking through the hole and directly at him. I smile, lifting my leg and hopping over the concrete barrier. I landed on the other side. He smiles, as we sit down and watch the sun slowly falling. He talked to me about how his friends are mostly all out of school, except himself and Sehun. He was a very gifted and powerful magic user, though he doesn’t know what to specialize in. The only person in his friend group who wasn’t a magic user was his room mate Junmyeon, but he was smart and was a good at running the hospital. It made me happy, learning about the people close to him and knowing that he thought I was important enough to tell them about.

The sun disappeared a few hours ago, leaving us and the brilliant city skyline. It was so pretty, it was hard to look away. Jongin’s arm around my shoulders, my head resting on him, I sighed, “Thank you. This day has been wonderful.”

“Eden,” He mutters, as I turn to look at him. He smiles shyly, “I’d very much like to kiss you again.”

I nod, “It’s ok, you don’t have to ask me anymore. I want to kiss you too.”

Our lips met, and it was that feeling of butterflies all over. I let his arms wrap around me, pulling me close. I moved, so that I was sitting on his lap, smiling into the kiss. It was different, and I could feel how much this kiss wasn’t just a kiss. One of his hands slipped to my hip, holding it firmly as the other just help my face lightly.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you since the first one,” He mutters, kissing my jaw and neck.

I held onto him, tightly. This was all new to me, and I was feeling things I never have before for a man. It was just, odd, but in a fun and exciting way. I could feel him getting harder beneath me, remembering my mother told me that means that he likes it. He also had an effect on me, as I could feel myself becoming wet between my legs. I let out a gasp when he lightly bit my neck, my hips rolling into his, making him groan. I don’t know why I did it, but the sound he made from it only makes me want to keep going.

So I did, earning the sound again. “Fuck, Eden,” Jongin mutters and I sigh, kissing his neck when he threw his head back. I hear him chuckle as he pulls me away. His eyes staring directly into mine. “We can stop, if you want,” He says. “We don’t have to do anything. I don’t want you to feel like I’m pushing you into something if you don’t want it.” In the dimming sunlight, he looked perfect. Jongin was the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, and I couldn’t help but think that if he is a sin, then I didn’t care about being a sinner.

“I want you, Jongin,” I mutter, smiling. “I’ve never… you know, but I want the first to be with you because you’re kind and gentle and you care about me. I trust you,” I say, smiling at him.

“Are you sure,” He asks, glancing up at me. He looked shy and sweet right now, looking at me like that.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” I say, smiling.

The yellow light flashes around us again, and I could feel what this magic was before I looked at it. Soon, we’re at his place, I assume. His arms wrapped around me, holding me up as he started to walk. I kissed his neck again, delighted when I could hear him groaning at the feeling. The sounds he made and what he was doing to me was making me wet between my legs. This feeling was new to me, my body lighting up with every touch.

My back then touched the bed, I looked up, seeing him over me, smiling. His hands slide over my body, under the shirt. His fingers are a bit rough but softer than they looked. I gasped at the feeling as I leaned forward, letting him pull my shirt away.

Before, the thought of a man seeing me like this that wasn’t my husband would have disgusted me. Doing this and letting someone touch me like this would have made me feel like I was wrong and dirty. How can it be wrong if it’s him? When he looks at me like I’m the most magnificent thing in the world?

I’ve known him for years. He’s the friend I’ve had the longest, the only person who encourages me to be myself. I’ve known I liked him as more than a friend for a while, but I never acted on it.

He smiles at me, leaning down and kissing my lips, holding me up with one arm and unclasping my bra with the other. I pulled the bra away, and I could see his eyes grow wide as he looked. Jongin’s eyes met mine again, before he presses his lips together with mine, rocking his hips to mine. I let out a shocked moan at the feeling, before he pulls away, looking me in the eyes.

“You’re beautiful, Eden,” He says, grinning at me. He smiles, kissing me softly. “You’re so amazing,” He kisses me, “And kind,” Another kiss.

My face went a deeper shade of red from the complements. My heart was beating fast, as I smiled. I reach up, grabbing at his shirt and pulling it up. “Your turn,” I say, “It’s only fair.”

He laughs, leaning back. “Whatever you want,” He says, winking before he pulls his shirt up and over. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and touching his chest. My cheeks felt hot just looking at him. He was strong and very fit, the muscles hard under my fingers.

“Not even a second and you’re already touching, huh,” He says, laughing as he leans back down, his lips softly kissing my neck.

I hum contently, feeling goosebumps from where he touches me. “I can’t help it, you’re just so handsome,” I mutter, making him let out a small laugh. His fingers graze over my skin, barely touching me as they moved up. Jongin’s lips move to my collarbone as his hands softly touch my breasts. My hands touch his back, his skin smooth. Then moved a little more, looking at me He just grins, his eyes locked onto mine as his tongue reaches out, licking at the little bud. I sign, smiling as I leaned back. It felt so nice, what he was doing.

His hand that wasn’t massaging my breast moved down, unbuttoning my jeans.

“So, you still ok with this,” He asks, watching me carefully to see if there’s any sign of uncertainty in my eyes.

“Yes,” I say, my voice softer than I wanted to be.

His hand moves down and he touches my most intimate part. I moaned out at the feeling. It just felt so right, what he was doing. I was always told that if another man who does these sorts of things with you that you aren’t married to, that it would be painful. It would hurt because it was God’s way of telling you that you’re sinning. But nothing about this was painful. It was just blissful. His fingers, slightly rough, rubbing me down there made me more vocal. I could stop the small sounds I was making, though I had a feeling that he liked hearing me.

Soon, his mouth moved lower, kissing down my stomach. Small licks and gentle bites down my body, making me excited with each passing second. He looked at me as he pulled my pants and underwear down, looking at me the whole time. “Still ok,” He asked, always making sure I was will and consenting.

I nod, saying in a breathy moan, “Please.”

I watch as he kisses just below my hip bones. He opens my legs wider, smiling as he uses one hand to spread me open. Leaning forward, he licks out, swift and soft. The feeling made me jump a bit, but it felt better than anything I experienced before. He moaned, licking again, this time with more pressure. I threw my head back, letting a lewd moan leave my lips too.

“You look so beautiful right now, Baby,” He says, his breath hot and warm between my legs.

I thought it couldn’t get better, but the slow, almost lazy licks became faster. Sucking and licking there just turned my mind to jelly as I couldn’t control anything my body was doing. My heart quickened as my hands grabbed at his hair, “Jongin,” I moan, feeling something creep up my spine as my stomach felt like it was getting tighter and tighter.

“It sounds so good when you moan my name,” He groans.

I couldn’t stop his name coming from my mouth as it felt better and better. I looked down, seeing his eyes looking directly up at me as his hands held my hips. No amount of my thrashing from the feeling could overpower me. My hands gripped his hair, my back arching as something in me snapped. The pure intense pleasure rocked through my body, making me tighten my legs around Jongin’s head and yell out. This was a feeling that I could have never imagined even if I tried.

“Wow,” I muttered as I laid there for a moment, coming down from the high I just felt for a minute or so. Jongin kissed his way back up my body with gentle hands. He never stopped touching me the entire time. I pulled him to me, kissing him wildly. It was sloppy and messy but I couldn’t care. I reached down to his pants, unbuckling his belt quickly. I wanted him and I wanted us to be more than whatever we are right now.

Soon, his pants and underwear were kicked to the side of the room, along the rest of the discarded clothes. He quickly takes something from his pocket. I’d ask what it is but I didn’t want to ruin the moment, so I just ran my hands all over him, kissing him and let him get ready. He slid it on his member before he looks at me. I nodded, smiling. “I want this,” I said, “I want you. I want this to happen with you.” Then I felt him slowly start to enter.

I was always told it would be painful the first time, but it was rather mild. There was a small sharp pain at first, and after, Jongin stilled and distracted me with kisses all over. It was hard to focus on the small pain when he was kissing me and touching me like he was addicted to my body. Soon, though, he started to move.

I thought before felt good, the feeling of this was amazing. I was already dizzy with pleasure after the first few thrusts. I wrap my legs around him, moaning louder. “Jongin,” I gasp as he sits up a bit more. His hands grab my waist, pulling it up a bit so that my hips were angled differently. This new angle caused him to find a spot in me that made me lose myself into the feeling.

Jongin groaned, “Fuck, Eden,” He says, his hips never stopping as they moved faster. His lips meet mine, pouring everything he had into it. I wrapped my hands around him, my nails digging into his shoulders. His other hand reached down, touching me where his tongue was earlier, making my yells even louder.

It was all slick skin, hands running over one another. He pushes my hair out my face, smiling and letting his groans and moans fill the room alone with my own. One of his hands grabs mine, holding it tightly, our fingers laced. He looks into my eyes, and I never felt more connected to someone in my life. The feeling of pleasure growing and growing in me was maddening.

“Jongin,” I yell, clutching onto him as I lost control, pleasure overtaking my body. He slams his hips into me a few more times, letting out a long, deep groan. He tensed, the hand holding mine tightly gripping it.

He collapsed on me, letting out a small laugh. His skin was covered in sweat as I held his back, sighing and holding him. I kissed the side of his head, gasping for breath. I could feel his hands slide up my body, and he pulled himself up.

I was breathing heavy as he leaned over me, doing the same. He looks me in the eyes, his face covered in sweat. I smiled at him, pushing his hair out of his face and kissing him softly. He excused himself from the room, walking over to the adjoining bathroom. After taking a few moments in his bathroom, I had some time to look around. His room was very neat, the bed large and the main feature for the room. He had a desk with a few pendants and spell books open, and a small metal rectangle on it. There were a few clothes on the floor that wasn't from tonight.

When he came back, he was still completely nude as he cuddled me, holding me against his chest. I kissed his chest lightly, hearing him chuckle. I remember the feeling of his fingers playing with my hair as, soon, my eyes closed and I fell asleep.

When I woke, I could hear two people having a conversation. It was muffled as I looked around, Jongin not being anywhere in sight. I yawned, stretching before I looked around. I went over and found my underwear, pulling them on and the shirt Jongin wore last night. As I got closer to the door, I could hear what they’re talking about.

“Yeah, he’s been missing for a few days,” A voice I never hear says, “No one has seen him since.”

“Where was he last seen,” I heard Jongin say, a bit closer to the door.

“A few miles south, next to an old rusted truck. He talked to the person in the red truck, and then walked out of view of the camera.”

My blood went cold at the mention of the vehicle. That’s the exact description of my father’s truck.

“But enough about that,” The new voice says, whom I assume is Jongin’s roommate, Junmyeon. “I heard some of the guys got to meet the mysterious Lady E.”

“Yeah,” Jongin says, the happiness clear in his voice. “Jun, She’s just… she’s amazing. I’ve never met someone so eager to learn anything in my entire life. Watching her see and experience so many new things last night was one of best nights of my life.”

“Oh trust me,” Junmyeon says with a laugh, “I could hear the tail end of what one of those experiences was!”

My face went red when I realized what he was talking about. I cover it with my hands, shaking my head as I remember what happened. My legs a bit wobbly.

“Please don’t embarrass her,” Jongin says, “It’s bad enough she has to go home today.”

“I won’t, I promise. It was just odd, you haven’t had someone over like that in a long time, is all. So, when can I meet Eden, hm?”

“It’s almost noon, I should wake her up and get her back soon, huh,” Jongin asks, the sadness evident in his voice.

I moved back to sit on the bed, looking around for the pants I wore. The door opened and I glanced up, seeing Jongin peek in. The smile he had grew when he looked at me. “Oh, I was just coming in to wake you,” He says, “Unfortunately, we don’t have time to eat since we have to get you back soon.”

I nod, “I understand, it’s ok. It’s probably best I get back soon, anyways. I have to shower and get back into my clothes.”

I quickly pick up the pair of pants, pulling them on and looking at him. “I’m ready.”

Taking my hand in his, he smiles as we walk to the door of the bedroom. I smile, looking and seeing a man standing in the middle of the room. He smiles, reaching his hand out, “Hi, I’m Kim Junmyeon. Not relation, despite the last name.”

I smile, taking his hand and shaking it, “I’m Eden Winters.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Junmyeon says. He didn’t have any tattoos or metal in his face. He looks normal, in black pants and a button-up shirt. His hair was brown and he just looked so happy.

I could see no magical aura around him, unlike all of Jongin’s friends I met last night. He was just a normal person.

“I’m actually about to go to work,” He says, looking at his watch. “I’m sorry I have to leave so soon.”

“Junmyeon is a doctor,” Jongin says, placing a hand on my shoulder. “He’s almost always at the hospital, almost never at our group dinners.”

“People need me,” He says, shrugging as he picks up a bag and a white coat. “I’ll see you all later, though.”

Jongin waves and I go too, smiling. I turn to him, sighing, “I’m really sad I have to leave.”

“Me too,” He says, taking my face in his hands. He smiles, though this one shy and he looks away. I lean forward, pressing my lips to his cheek.

“Thank you,” I mutter. “Thank you for showing me a world I would have never known. Thank you for these moments that will last a lifetime.”

He looks at me, though his face still flushed. He presses his lips to mine, slowly kissing me. It was passionate, as he held me close. When he pulls away, I look around and see us standing in the hut. I smile, “Soon I’ll be able to teleport too! I’ve been trying to learn it, but the runes are so complex.”

Jongin laughs, “Yeah, I had a hard time learning it too.”

I pull him closer, pressing my lips to his once more, before turning and finding the bag with my clothes in it. “Alright,” I mutter. “Time to get home.”

“I’ll watch the door, make sure no one sees you while you change,” He says, turning and giving me some privacy, though I don’t think it is necessary.

I smiled, watching as he stepped away from me. As I was changing, I remember the conversation he and Junmyeon were having before talking about me and the sense of guilt crawls over me. I can’t hide this anymore. My father has been killing innocent people for ages, and his friend could be one of them.

“Jongin,” I say, “I… I have something I need to tell you.”

He turns, looking concerned at the tone of my voice, He walks forward, putting his hands on my shoulders, “You ok?”

“No, Because I…” I stop, unable to force myself to say anything. I tried and tried, but my mouth won’t move to speak the words. I reached out, grabbing his shirt, my eyes widen as I start to panic.

His eyes travel to my throat. They widen as his hands touch it, “A silence spell,” He says, looking up. “Who did this to you, Eden?”

“I… I don’t know! I don’t even know what that is,” I say, looking and trying to see what magic he was seeing.

He looks closer at my throat, “This… this isn’t like anything I’ve seen. It’s complex… and old magic.” He glances at me, his eyes wide, “Someone doesn’t want you talking about something to someone you're not supposed to.”

“But I need to tell you this,” I say, my eyes getting wide in panic.

He comforts me with a hug, “Don’t worry, I’ll look this up and it shouldn’t take too long to see what it is.”

“Can you do it, though, right,” I ask, hands gripping at the front of his shirt.

“It’s complex, but it’s old, which means it’s likely to be very thoroughly studied,” He explains. “Meet me here tomorrow and we’ll dispel this.”

“You can learn it that quickly,” I ask.

He smirks, “I’m quite good at magic, believe it or not.”

Leaving him was hard, but I felt good knowing that he was going to end this so I can tell him the truth. Once home, I immediately got into the shower, getting rid of all traces of the city from me. I smiled, remembering the night we had. I know my family would call me a whore for what I did, but I just can’t care anymore. This is wrong and I was such an idiot for sitting by idly for a long time.

What I couldn’t think of what who could have possibly put the spell on it. I mean, it must be my father. He’s a huge hypocrite, so it wouldn’t shock me if he bends the rules to suit his needs. Murder is suppose to be a sin but he has no problem with that.

Dressed, my hair braided, the door opens and my brother walks in, key in hand. He looks at me, smiling. He walks forward, hugging me. I shake off everything feeling I had to pull away and hug him back.

“We had fun, shot some deer,” He says, pulling away. “How was your time?”

“I stayed here and read, mostly,” I say, “Though don’t tell Mother and Father, but I slept in about ten minutes.”

He laughs, throwing his head back, “I won’t tell.”

The rest of the night consisted of cooking food for the two of us and excusing myself to my room. I lay there, holding the necklace as I curled up in the blankets. My thoughts went to Jongin, wondering where he is and how he’s doing. A blush littered my face as I remembered my previous night, my heart beating fast.

The next thing I knew, I woke up. I glanced at the clock in the room, seeing it was late afternoon. I quickly dressed, sprinting from my room almost directly into my mother.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, looking around at her.

She smiles, “Don’t worry, your brother said you looked awfully tired, so we decided to let you sleep. It seems he was right.”

What followed was a conversation about their day. Boring talks about a man I don’t want to marry. We cleaned, helped prepare and freeze meat and pickled vegetables from the garden. It was just the normal day, but I couldn’t keep my mind on what I was doing.

Soon, people will know and I’ll make sure they face justice. I wanted this to end. No more people being killed for pointless reasons. Soon, as the day went on and the time for me to meet Jongin came near, I couldn’t help but feel happy. I couldn’t wait to see him and have someone to tell. He could get me out of here and we could go and get far, far away from here.

I walked out the door on the way to the hut, running into my father.

He grabbed my arm, “Eden, be careful! We found a vagrant on our land earlier. Your brother is teaching him a lesson now.”

I nod, “I will, I was just going to do my daily bible time at the hut.”

His hand grabs my arm tightly, “That’s where the son of a bitch was found!”

I felt the color drain from my face. My eyes wide, my hand starting to shake, “B-by the hut? A-are you sure?”

He nods, “Yes. Don’t worry, my angel, we’re going to make him pay for his sins,” He says, growling. “Him by the hut, I’ll be everything that he’s been spying on you, waiting for his day to pounce.”

I wanted nothing more than to go and throw open the door and rush down the stair to see if it was Jongin. I wanted to scream and break the door down and drag him out of there. But, what shocked me more, was the want that it was someone else, anyone else. I couldn’t care if it was anyone else so long as it wasn’t Jongin.

I stayed inside. Silently, I ate dinner. After, when I was sure everyone was asleep, my father and my brother, I snuck out. I opened the door to the cellar quickly, thankful that my father had me put oil on the hinges not even a few days ago. I walked quietly down the steps, my feet bare so I wouldn’t make any more noise.

I when to open the door, but it was locked. I held my hand around the knob, remembering a spell from the book I was given. After a few seconds as the blue runes flew around my hand, it unlocked and opened with a creak.

A man was chained to the ground, lying still. His bare back was to me, blood from cuts slowly becoming scraps as I took a step forward. I didn’t have to see his face, I could tell it was him.

“I already told you, no one showed me the way to your fucking house,” He says, his words harsh a biting. “I wasn’t spying on your family or anything. Your paranoid will kill you.”

I took a step forward, tears falling from my eyes, “J-Jongin?”

He turns, getting to his knees. His eyes meet mine, and I felt sick. Lines cut into his skin, spelling out words. On his back was the word ‘Sinner’, across his chest, was my name. E-D-E-N.

The eyes that held anger and hate turned soft. “Eden,” He says, trying to stand but the chain that held his handcuffed wrists together wouldn’t let him. The look of fear in his eyes made me scared as I ran forward, not caring that my feet were in blood and that the knees of my skirt were going to be covered.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” I mutter, tears coming from my eyes as I undid the lack to free his hands from the ground, though they’re still handcuffed together. “Oh my, this is all my fault.”

“This is what you’re trying to tell me, isn't it,” He asks, his face and body covered in bruises. He looked upset, but not at me.

I nod, “How?”

“He came up behind me,” He says, shaking as he stood up. “He hit me over the head, and the next thing I knew, I was here.”

“I’m going to free you,” I say, moving my hand over and trying the unlock spell, only for it to fizzle out. The blue light sputtering and scattering anytime I got close to them.

“They stop magic,” He says, “Along with something they stuck me with. There’s shots that can block magic users from using it for a while… the key to the handcuffs is over there, on that table. Maybe you can get us out of here.”

I nod, going to the table and looking. I find a few keys, though only two small enough for handcuffs. I quickly unlock his hands, helping him to his feet. “I’ve never done the spell,” I mutter, at him panicked, tears still falling.

He reaches up, grabbing my face, “Listen to me, Eden. This isn’t your fault. They’re bad people, and you didn’t know any better, ok? I don’t blame you.”

I nod, looking him in the eyes.

“We’re going to get out of here, ok, you and me,” He says, only for the door to the exit to open.

“What have you done with my sister,” A voice boomed, making me flinch. He was standing by the door, reaching for the table by it and grabbing a knife.

I move, standing between them, “Isaiah-”

He rushes forward, in a complete rage. He grabs my arm, throwing me to the side. I fall to the ground, blood from the floor all over me. It smelled of rot in here, making my eyes water. I looked, seeing Jongin struggle to hold off Isaiah.

I stand, stumbling forward and pulling at Isaiah. He reaches back, throwing me back only for Jongin to punch him in the face. My brother took the punch in stride, taking the knife and stabbing it into Jongin’s stomach. I gasped, watching as he fell, his back hitting the wall, the knife still in him. Isaiah smirked, walking to him like a predator. I look around for anything, grabbing the first thing I could see. I swung it at him, hitting him. He stumbled to the side, turning and looking at me.

The machete was deep in the side of his shoulder. It was right where his shoulder met his neck. I moved passed him, not focusing on what I just did, trying to block out of my mind that I just did exactly what they’ve been doing. “Jongin,” I said, crying as he looks at me panicked.

“T-Tele… tele… port,” He says, as his hands go back to his stomach, the shock of what happened to start to fade and the pain setting in.

I grab him and focus. He explained it to me before, and I pictured his place. Yellow glittery lights spinning wild, flashing all around. I could feel us get lifted like I felt when I went with him.

“Holy shit,” a voice says.

I look up, seeing Junmyeon, “Help him, please!”

He moves quickly, looking at the wound. He takes something out of his pocket, tapping quickly. “It’s ok, we’re going to get him to a hospital, ok?” Junmyeon says, looking at me.

I stared, looking at Jongin as someone teleported in. Yellow shimmers all around as I held Jongin, tears falling from my face. He reaches up, brushing them away.

“Eden, I... I lo...” He started, though falling unconscious immediately. Tears fell as I could feel someone grab me, and soon we're somewhere else. All I could focus on was Jongin, walking by him as they placed him on a small thin bed. They carted him away, one woman stopping me from following.

“But he’s hurt,” I say, trying, “I can’t just, I have to-”

I feel someone pull me back, and I turn to see Sehun. He looked angry as he pulled me along, though his grip was firm, it was still soft. The sign on the door said ‘Dr. Kim Junmyeon’. He pulls me in and pushes me onto the couch. His eyes bright with anger. Baekhyun was there, looking furious, his hair in a mess and wearing pajamas. He stood up straight, looking at me.

Junmyeon was at his desk, sitting down after following after Sehun and me. He was tense, as he looked at me.

Sehun moved, standing by Baekhyun, hands shaking and eyes shining in fear for his friend.

“Explain,” Junmyeon says, his voice firm. “Now.”

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