Capítulo 17: Chapter 17: Unveiling Secrets
The moon hung low in the sky, its pale light casting long shadows across the landscape as Alex made his way back to the Salvatore Boarding House. The events of the past few days played on a loop in his mind: the emergence of the Shadow Wraiths, the prophecy, and the increasingly dire stakes that threatened not just his life, but the lives of everyone he cared about.
As Alex entered the house, he immediately noticed a change in the atmosphere. The usually warm, inviting space felt different—heavier, as if the house itself were aware of the impending danger. The silence was thick, broken only by the soft creak of the floorboards under his feet. He found Damon in the parlor, sitting on the edge of the couch, his head in his hands.
"You're awake," Alex said softly, stepping into the room.
Damon looked up, his face pale and drawn. "Barely," he replied, his voice hoarse. "What the hell happened?"
Alex hesitated. How much should he reveal? Damon was strong, but he wasn't invincible, and the last thing Alex wanted was to burden him with the full weight of the prophecy and the Shadow Wraiths just yet.
"You had a run-in with some powerful creatures," Alex finally said, choosing his words carefully. "They're connected to the prophecy we've been trying to figure out."
Damon's eyes narrowed. "The prophecy again? Alex, if there's something you're not telling me, now's the time to spill."
Alex took a deep breath. "I don't have all the details, but these beings—Shadow Wraiths—they're ancient and tied to something big. They know about the prophecy, and they're not going to stop until it's fulfilled."
Damon's expression shifted from irritation to concern. He might be reckless, but he wasn't stupid. "And what exactly does this prophecy say about us?"
"That's the thing," Alex admitted. "We're still trying to piece it together. But whatever it is, it's not good. They want something from me—something that could tip the scales."
Damon studied Alex for a moment before standing up, pacing the room like a caged animal. "This is starting to sound a lot like the kind of crap that gets people killed around here."
"I know," Alex said, frustration lacing his voice. "But we can't ignore it. Not anymore."
Damon stopped pacing and turned to face Alex. "So what do we do now? Wait for these Shadow Wraiths to show up and tear us apart?"
"No," Alex said firmly. "We prepare. We train. And we find out everything we can about the prophecy before it's too late."
Damon's lips twisted into a smirk, though there was no humor in it. "You're starting to sound like Stefan."
Alex couldn't help but chuckle, though it was short-lived. "I'll take that as a compliment. But seriously, Damon, we can't do this alone. We need everyone on board."
"Fine," Damon said after a moment, his voice resigned. "But if things start going south, I'm not sticking around for a funeral."
Alex nodded. "Agreed. We'll need to keep everyone in the loop, especially Bonnie. She's already been researching the prophecy, and we might be able to find something useful."
As if on cue, the door creaked open, and Bonnie stepped inside, her expression troubled. "I thought I'd find you here," she said, her eyes flicking between Alex and Damon. "We need to talk."
Alex motioned for her to sit down. "We were just discussing the next steps. What have you found?"
Bonnie took a seat, her fingers nervously twisting the edge of her sweater. "I've been going through some old grimoires and texts from my family's collection. There's not much, but I did find references to the Shadow Wraiths."
Damon raised an eyebrow. "And?"
"And it's not good," Bonnie said, her voice tight. "The Wraiths are older than most of the supernatural creatures we know. They don't just kill—they consume. They thrive on fear and despair, feeding on it like it's a lifeline. And the prophecy they're connected to… it's more complex than we thought."
Alex leaned forward, his heart pounding. "What do you mean?"
Bonnie hesitated before continuing. "The prophecy isn't just about a battle or an apocalypse. It's about a choice—one that will determine the fate of the world. And according to the texts, the choice revolves around a powerful entity. One that could either save or destroy everything."
"Let me guess," Damon said dryly. "This entity is supposed to be one of us?"
Bonnie nodded slowly. "Yes. And from what I can tell, the Wraiths believe that Alex is the key to unlocking that power."
The room fell into a tense silence as the weight of Bonnie's words settled over them. Alex felt a cold dread creeping up his spine. He had always known there was something different about him, but this—this was beyond anything he could have imagined.
"So, what do we do?" Alex asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"We need to figure out what the Wraiths want and why they think you're the key," Bonnie said, her tone resolute. "There's a ritual mentioned in the texts that might give us some answers, but it's risky."
"How risky?" Damon asked, crossing his arms.
"It requires a connection to the other side," Bonnie explained. "And not just any connection—we're talking about the original source of the supernatural. If something goes wrong… well, let's just say we could end up unleashing something far worse than the Wraiths."
Damon let out a low whistle. "Sounds like a party."
Alex frowned. "Is there any other way?"
Bonnie shook her head. "Not that I've found. But we don't have to decide right now. We should explore other options first—see if there's anything else in the grimoires or the journals that can help us."
Alex nodded. "Alright. Let's start with that. We need to know exactly what we're dealing with before we make any moves."
"Agreed," Bonnie said. "But we're on a tight timeline. The texts suggest that the Wraiths will only grow stronger as the prophecy approaches. We don't have much time."
As they wrapped up their discussion, Alex couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. The pieces were slowly falling into place, but the picture they were forming was one of chaos and destruction. He would have to step up, not just as a protector of his family, but as a potential savior—or destroyer—of the world.
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