Diary Entry My Twentieth Spring
He brought me to the heart of it today. The Videt. The place that haunted my dreams for years, its name a shadow over my life. But it wasn’t what I expected. The darkness I feared was gone, replaced by… hope.
I stepped into a room with a round table at its center and chalkboards lining the walls, each filled with diagrams and spell work.
None held depictions of weapons or control spells, but tools of protection instead: barriers meant to keep humans safe, spells to ease tensions, plans to build peace.
Around the table sat witches, wolven, goblins, vampires, fae, and even a few wood devils.
They were talking and listening in turn, offering solutions instead of threats.
For years, I believed the Videt wielded a power meant only to rule and control, to crush anyone without power. But now, it’s becoming something else—something better.
I turned to him, my chest so full I thought I might burst. He had done this, quietly and steadily, while I was too afraid to believe it could ever change.
And all that time, he’d kept his distance. Never touching me, not even when I wanted him to, needed him to.
In that moment, I could hold back no longer. I reached for him, hand shaking as I touched his chest. When he didn’t pull away, I stood on my toes and kissed him. It wasn’t soft or hesitant, but filled with everything I’d buried. Grief. Hope. Love.
For a moment, he froze, and I thought perhaps I’d imagined everything between us.
Then he kissed me back, fierce and unrelenting, like he’d been waiting and wanting just as long as I had.
When we broke apart, I couldn’t look at him. But he cupped my face gently, guiding my eyes upward until they met his. “You’ll never need to be afraid here again.” His voice was rough and filled with something deeper than promise. “Not while I still draw breath. Not while this place answers to me.”