Chapter 11: Whispers and Warnings
Ysabelle had started seeing things.
It wasn’t the kind of seeing like visions or ghosts. No. It was stranger—more subtle. Like the wind whispering secrets. Like shadows clinging longer to those who hurt her.
She woke one night to her bedroom filled with wilting flowers… when she didn’t remember ever buying any.
And when she passed a mirror, her reflection didn’t quite follow.5Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdJOWsITEUN
It lingered. Stared back. Smiled later than it should’ve.
At school, people were starting to notice too.
“Hey… that girl, Ysabelle? I swear she glitched for a second. Like… her aura? It’s weird.”
Ysa kept to herself more. The cafeteria? Avoided. Hallways? Rushed through.
It wasn’t guilt.5Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡblk8z8EhWQ
It was the fear that she was becoming something else.
One night, her mom Trinity came home sobbing.
“They framed me,” she said through trembling lips. “Bella’s parents—someone handed over fake documents and now I’m being investigated.”
Ysa’s blood ran cold.
The words she whispered that day—the curse—was it finally circling back?
She ran to her room, slammed the door, and opened her journal. Her fingers trembled as she read her own messy handwriting:
“What they’ve given, shall return. But twice as cruel.5Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6I1DD2r8pi
What they’ve sown, shall bloom in rot.5Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRn6tRACGXQ
What was spoken… cannot be undone.”
And then, in the corner of her room… a flicker of movement.
She turned sharply—and there stood the old woman from the herbal shop.
“You should not have called it,” the woman whispered. “Now it feeds.”
“Called what?”
“Retribution. It doesn’t follow rules. It only knows pain. And darling child…” she leaned closer, her breath like frost, “you gave it enough to feast on.”
Ysa’s voice cracked. “How do I stop it?”
“You can’t stop what’s already hungry,” the woman said, fading with a gust of wind, “unless you starve it with truth… or offer it something greater.”
Ysa sat on the floor, clutching her journal, her heart racing.
She didn’t know what that meant.
But something was coming. And it would want more than regrets.
然後按「加至主畫面」