"Are you sure she’s coming?" Alex asked as they stood on top of a cliff. The sound coming from the cliff made her frown. She looked up and curse. The presence of the clouds around the sun made the place darker, and scarier.
For someone like her who had visited the pits twice, this feeling just never gets old. She had stood on this very cliff before. But it seems that there is simply no getting used to it. The Pits are scary. And though she had no memory of what happened inside, she could feel a shiver in her bone every time she thought about surviving, about going out.
"We’re leaving soon," she looked at the others, who didn’t even bother to say a word to her. "If she’s not coming— "
"She will," Christoff said. "She’s just like us. She wouldn’t come here if she had another place to go. I mean... with that kind of face and magick, any sane coven would accept her. Other organizations would accept her too. There must be a reason why she’s here." Christoff smirked at her. "And I can only think of one.
"We don’t know that," Alex said. "For all we know, she’s just here to gain experience."
"Pfft... have you met anyone who would gain experience inside the pits?"
Alex lowered her head.
No sane person would go to that place just to have fun. She closed her eyes as she continued leaning against the boulder next to the cliff.
For some people, Mourning Pits is their last solace. But there are a few of them who only knew about the pits all their lives. These people were born... inside the pits. Sadly, most of them have never walked out of Mourning Pits simply because of the blood lust that they exuded.
No covens would want them, and a shifter’s first instinct would be to kill them.
A newborn born in the pits would carry that blood lust even if they have killed no one inside. Surviving inside the Mourning Pits is a different topic.
You see, it was believed that the pits have a unique atmosphere compared to the Mourning Pits. And a child born in the Pits would have a hard time adjusting outside. This is the reason almost ninety percent of the infants who got out from the Pits die.
Of course, another question would come up after knowing that fact.
If one is needed to kill at least ten people inside the pits, then... there shouldn’t be any way for an infant to get out, right?
The simple answer is that no one knows for sure.
No one remembers it. The mother usually doesn’t even remember the newborn or the father of the child.
To some, stories like this are funny. Some think it was tragic. While some think it wasn’t real.
"You alright?" Damon asked. He was sitting on top of the boulder, sharpening his daggers.
"Yeah," she answered without looking at him.
"Still angry about her?"
"No." The only thing she was angry about was herself. She was weak. She couldn’t fight back. And so she embarrassed herself. "I haven’t apologized for what I did yet," she said.
"Don’t worry about it."
She nodded. Damon was always like this.
"Don’t you get scared?" Alex asked. She lifted her gaze and eyed the man.
"Scared of what?"
"The Pits," she asked.
Damon and she were born inside the pits. But they have no similarities with each other.
"Why would I?" he lifted an eyebrow.
"Normal people get scared of the unknown."
Damon snorted at her words.
"It’s not like we can do something about it," Damon said. "We cannot overthink everything. Just get in and out and that’s it."
She scoffed. Somehow, she wished it were as simple as that.
"Sorry I’m late," Ava’s voice interrupted their conversation.
Alex immediately glared at the woman. She tried to ignore Ava’s presence, but she knew she couldn’t. Ava exudes something different. No. To be more precise, Ava was different from all of them. While all of them felt like someone from the darkness, she felt like the light. Beautiful, strong, and powerful. With that face and magick, the woman could do whatever she could outside of the Mourning Pits.
So... why was she here?
Isn’t that too suspicious?
"You’re late," Christoff responded cheerfully.
"I overslept."
Ava’s calm voice made Alex snort. What the hell?
She was late on the first day of the mission?
How could they trust their backs on someone like this?
But before she could say a word, Damon jumped down from the boulder and walked toward Ava.
"It’s alright. You aren’t late at all." Damon said.
Hearing this, a different sense of anger slowly sprouted from Alex’s chest. Ava was late. But how could Damon treat her as if she ....
Still, Alex had to control herself. She couldn’t just do what she want after knowing Damon’s plan.
"Alright."
"Next time, don’t oversleep," Alex said. She tried to make herself sound calm, but her voice betrayed her. "You can’t be late for something like this. You know, inside the pits, you can’t lower your guard or you will die."
"How did you know that?" Ava asked, almost innocently. And Alex could have to say anything to rebut her. "You forget everything the moment you get out. You can’t even write it in a diary or tattoo it on your body. So... how did you know that?"
Alex gulped. Her inside was already bursting with anger, but she couldn’t do anything about it.
"Just don’t be late next time."
"Alright," Ava shrugged and ignored her.
"Since we are all here, we should get going," Damon said. "Since this is your first time, I will give you a quick brief. We jumped on that cliff. Don’t panic. Going to that place could take us at least ten minutes."
Ava nodded.
"Once we reached the bottom, I will tell you everything about our target. We are going to stay there for the night before we walked inside the portal. Everything that happens inside that portal will be forgotten. No recording instruments work inside. And I guess you already know this, but there is no electricity and you can’t bring any sort of recording materials on your way out. No diaries and tattoos. No paper. Do you understand?"
Ava nodded.
"Alright. Stay close to me." Damon said. He then walked to the edge of the cliff. "Then I will go first."
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