The Secret of Spellshadow Manor 3 by Bella Forrest (recommended ebook reader txt) 📗

Music pulsed through the night sky as the after-ceremony celebrations began, toasting the victors of the evening. Alex didn’t need or want to see any more.

“I’m done,” he whispered, turning away from the window.

Ellabell nodded, leaning into him. “Me too.”

He glanced down at her, seeing the unexpected shimmer of tears in her sparkling blue eyes. She quickly brushed them away.

“Let’s see what the others are up to,” she suggested, her voice thick.

Alex wanted to stop her, but she was already at the top of the staircase leading down to the lower floor. He followed close behind, wandering back down to the other room.

Below, Jari was sitting beside Aamir, whose eyes were open, talking to him softly as he trickled water into his friend’s mouth. Natalie was still by the window, entranced by the view. She turned as they entered, her eyes aglow with awe and envy at the power she had just witnessed. The sight disturbed Alex, knowing what that look usually meant, but then everything he’d seen tonight had disturbed him.

It was all horrifying, filled with nasty surprises, to the point where Alex began to wonder if this place actually was any better than Spellshadow Manor, or if it was merely dressed up in prettier packaging.

Chapter 11

Helena didn’t return to the tower after the festivities that evening or appear the next day, though when Alex wandered down to the bottom floor he found a box of food waiting by the front door with a note on it:

My sincerest apologies for being absent, but my training schedule has notched up a gear today and is likely to remain that way for a while. It is always the same after an Ascension Ceremony—we have all learned new things and want to test them out! I will visit as soon as I am able. In the meantime, even if I can’t hang around to chat properly, I will leave food and supplies. I hope you enjoyed the spectacle last night! See you soon. H.

Carrying the box of food back up to the main room, Alex could feel the tension in the air. After the events of the previous night, a feeling of awkward anxiety had spread through the group. Nobody could quite believe what they had witnessed, or that they had actually stayed to watch it. It seemed as if nobody knew how to put into words what they had seen.

The only person who appeared slightly more understanding about the whole thing was Jari, who shrugged off the horror of the ceremony as best he could. “I don’t know why you’re all so bothered about it—at least they know what they’re in for. It’s not like it’s this big shock at the end of four years, like at Spellshadow. If it doesn’t faze them, why should it faze us?”

His logic was sound, and yet Alex couldn’t bring himself to agree.

“People died, Jari. Even if they knew what they were getting into, they’re still dead. I think that’s something to be bothered about, regardless of how—I mean, they just walked to their deaths like it was nothing! Don’t you think that’s a little weird?”

“If it’s not weird to them, why should it be to us?” Jari replied.

“You don’t feel anything toward those poor souls?” asked Alex sternly.

Jari sighed. “It’s bad, of course it’s bad, but what are we supposed to do about it? There’s no use moping over it. It happened, it was very sad, but there is nothing we can do to change it.”

Alex didn’t say another word as he mulled over Jari’s point of view. Whether the blond-haired boy was right or not, Alex wasn’t ready to accept that verdict. People had died, and that always mattered.

Natalie was strangely silent on the subject, standing by the window looking out at the field beyond.

“I wonder how long they study for the ceremony,” she said quietly, her eyes transfixed on the painted pitch.

“Eight or nine years,” replied Alex, remembering what Helena had told them about students arriving at nine or ten. The students last night had looked to be about eighteen.

Natalie didn’t respond, making Alex wonder if she had even meant to say the question aloud, as she retreated back into her daydream. There was still a glitter in her dark brown eyes that he didn’t like. It made him think of the pink-tinged magic that had surged from his friend’s hands as she had stolen away the portal, and the price she had paid for it. He was certain she imagined herself invincible, though there was no such thing.

Still oblivious to most of the things going on, though the tense atmosphere was hard to miss, Aamir had become more alert since Helena’s treatment of his curse. Slowly, he had begun to talk again, involving himself in the group as best as he could, though he still looked weary and broken, sagging under the weight of untold exhaustion. Alex couldn’t even begin to imagine what it was like to have something forcibly torn from within, especially something that had clung for so long to the inner being of a person. On occasion, Alex would catch Aamir gazing into nothingness, and the expression on the older boy’s face was chilling—as if he were permanently staring, shell-shocked, at a ghost in the distance that nobody else could see.

Ellabell was more vocal about the night before; she was still in a state of shock, evidently struggling to absorb the truth of what she had seen. She couldn’t seem to sit still, always busying herself with something to try to take her mind off it.

“I don’t know if I’m happy about staying here anymore,” she said suddenly. “After what we just saw, I’m not sure we can.”

Everyone turned to look at her.

“We can’t leave just yet, Ellabell,” Alex stated calmly.

Her eyes narrowed. “Why not?”

“There are things we need.”

“Like what? What’s the plan, Alex?” she snapped, her manner agitated. “As far as I can tell, we don’t have one.”

Slowly, all eyes