Chap-33*I Am A Fey!*

Cynthia Dion: "To the basement? What's down there?" I tried to maintain a light-hearted smile, attempting to reassure myself, but his tension was palpable. "I need to show you something," he replied, already walking away before I could make a decision. I didn't really have a choice. If I wanted to understand what was happening to me, I knew I had to trust him. He was the only one who could help me unravel the mysteries about myself. So, I followed him into the basement. He led me down a dark staircase, using his cellphone's flashlight as our only source of illumination until we reached the bottom, where he turned on the lights. "Oh!" I nearly gasped too loudly as I beheld an antique library. Everything here seemed ancient, but upon closer inspection, it was merely rusty. The furniture appeared old, with random stains of blood scattered about. It was as if nobody tried cleaning them. I kept my breath steady and decided to listen to him.  "Take a seat here," he instructed, gesturing to a