The silence is deafening.
Not the kind of silence that wraps around you like a warm blanket. This was the kind that clawed at your chest, sharp and invasive. My head throbbed. My body trembled, damp with sweat, but cold to the touch. Something wasn't right.
I was in the woods—wasn't I? But now…
Everything around me was blackened, warped. The trees had twisted into grotesque shapes, bark peeling like torn flesh. The air smelled of rust and burned sage, and the sky—if you could call it that—was an endless vortex of shadow, swirling and pulsing like a heartbeat made of smoke.
"I'm dreaming," I whispered. "I have to be."
But no dream ever felt this real. My limbs were heavy. My chest constricted with an invisible pressure. I tried to move, but the ground beneath me writhed like it was alive.
"You've kept me caged long enough," came the voice—Ari's voice—from somewhere beyond the shadows. No longer playful, no longer teasing. Her tone was acidic. Sharp with resentment.
"I didn't mean to lock you away," I replied, trying to steady my breath. "I was just trying to survive."
"Survive? You don't even know what that means," she hissed. A mirror of me stepped from the fog—eyes black as ink, lips curled in fury. "You want peace? You'll never have it. Not with me still here."
She lunged.
I screamed as her hands wrapped around my throat—not physically, but mentally. A chain reaction in our shared soul. My body convulsed outside of this space, I could feel it. My heart jackhammering. My breathing erratic. My body was caught in a seizure and I was helpless.
"Stop! Ari, stop!" I choked out. "You'll kill us both!"
"Good! Maybe then I'll be free!"
The landscape shattered—branches screeched as they grew claws, the earth cracked open with black flame. I dropped to my knees, dizzy, trapped in a whirlwind of Ari's rage.
"You don't deserve this life!" she shrieked, circling me. "I was born in the dark. I belonged to Nyx first! You were just the shell. The useless one."
"No…" My nails dug into the dirt—if it could be called that. It felt like ash soaked in blood. "You were a part of me. We're both more than what we were told."
"Liar!" she spat. "You just wanted to be normal. To ignore what we are. But I won't be silenced anymore!"
That's when the shadows tried to drag me under. Black tendrils, born from her fury, latched to my limbs. My head throbbed like it would split in two. I couldn't fight her—not like this. I was losing.
But then—
"Enough."
Grimm's voice echoed like thunder through the void. The darkness recoiled at the sound of it. He stepped into view, eyes glowing violet, his sleek Bakeneko form taller now, spectral and more commanding.
He stood between me and Ari. "This is not the way," he growled. "Both of you—listen. You share this body. This life. But you cannot destroy each other. You are one."
"She's trying to erase me!" Ari shrieked.
"And you're trying to consume her," Grimm countered. "Neither of you will survive if you keep warring. This bond will rot from within. You are not enemies—you are soulbound. Twin halves. You must choose to coexist… or perish."
Ari trembled, her form flickering. My chains loosened, just a little.
"She doesn't want me," she whispered.
"That's not true," I rasped, crawling forward. "I'm scared of you… but I don't hate you. I don't want to fight anymore. I just… I just want to live."
For a moment, silence. The shadows pulsed once… twice…
Then the twisted landscape began to melt away. The claws retracted. The darkness faded to grey. Ari's form glimmered and softened, her expression no longer hateful—just exhausted.
"I don't trust you yet," she said. "But I'll give you this chance."
The pressure broke.
I woke with a gasp, bolting upright in a cold sweat. My muscles were weak, trembling from the strain. Grimm was perched on my chest, his luminous eyes watching me intently.
"You did it," he said softly.
I nodded, chest heaving. "We're not whole… not yet. But maybe… maybe we're not broken either."