The first thing that gives away the magic surrounding me is the fact that Lyros melts away. I can always feel the heat from his body when we rest together and more often than not, his presence is always a tangible feeling at the base of my neck. It isn’t now. I slip into the trance the way I would slip into new pants, with ease. The beach appears once more. The wind caresses my face. She stands there, just at the shore, and she waits for me. Diane, wife of Ashryn the great and once queen of the city of light, extends her hand to me and I take it. When she leads me into the water, panic threatens to make me back out. But this is a dream, right? Physical pain doesn’t exist in dreams. The water chokes my lungs regardless ***********************************************************Diane’s pov “This is madness Ashryn!” My husband turns away from me and something shatters in my heart. His features are twisted in rage and the face I adore refuses to look at me now. It’s enough t
Queen Diane listens to me narrate the events I saw just now. I tell her of the love I saw in the Queen’s eyes. The first memory had her hazel hair in an upraised style and her crown firmly on her head. The Queen was beautiful beyond compare. I tell her of how I noticed the shine of her skin and the softness of her eyes. She could have stood her ground against the King. She looked angry at first, like she would rather see her King stopped no matter what. She called it madness, but maybe she wasn’t referring to him. Sometimes people say more than they want to without having to. I tell Diane I saw the King’s body swell with power. The air around him thickened in the presence of his magic and he looked at the Queen with love and longing. I saw the Queen’s eyes gleam too. That gleam gave away the power she carried. One less pronounced, but far more potent than any present. “The first story is incomplete Queen Diane, but in it, another story unfolds.” I hear the Queen’s sobs and I r
She gets up with a start.Adelaide lurches from the bed like someone who’s been spooked beyond measure and it takes her some time to hear Cain’s screams. I raise a hand when she realizes it. The guard pressing the branding iron onto Cain’s back takes it off and he stops screaming, he whimpers instead. His brows lined with sweat and the pain making his body tremble.The guard is a fireworker. He’s been using his power to heat the iron continuously as he holds it in place on Cain’s skin. You see, I know him.I know placing it and taking it off just to place it back again won’t be as effective as heating the iron to higher degrees as it rests on his skin.Two of Rafie’s guards have vomited and the smell of burnt flesh has permeated the air for an hour now.Cain lands on the floor with a thud as he’s released and Adelaide’s eyes finally focus, or rather her brain does.She pukes.The reaction is instantaneous and it hurts me to know she’s vomiting because of the smell I'm responsible fo
Cain can barely stand on his feet.He visibly trembles with how much pain he’s in but the guards help me lift him despite my tears and when I see how much Cain is enduring the pain, how much he glances at me from time to time, telling me to be strong and to not cry so much because maybe my tears also hurt him the way his injuries hurt me, I pull myself together and try to be brave.I cry silently instead.I feel like I went on a trip just to come back and find a wild animal maiming something that means so much to me, and then that animal looks me straight in the eye and tells me it’s my fault.“You refused to wake up.”I glance at Lyros and at the look of slight remorse on his face, I scoff.My scoff betrays all the hurt I feel right now and the expression on his face falls even faster. He clenches his jaw and he clenches his hands into fists, but apart from that he says nothing and does nothing.I look away because he’s not worth the time and the effort. If he hates us so much why do
Adelaide stares at me with eyes full of anger and disappointment and I can't help the way my body responds. I go slack in her arms. I want to say something. I want to do something, but I don't think it’s worth it. I can see her anger in the way she heaves while speaking. It’s potent in the way her eyes lock onto mine with fury. I want to feel disappointed at her reaction. She isn’t the one who has a sear permanently on their back. She isn’t the one who will forever remember the burning smell of their own flesh. I was branded like a slave, and at some point, that is what we both are. Adelaide seems to have lost sight of the fact that I was with Lyros before her. I was the one who took his beatings and impossible tasks. He can be violent without stopping when he wants to be. The only difference with her is that he doesn’t seek to hurt her directly, he wants to preserve her beauty, he doesn’t want her marked. A chuckle escapes my lips as I look at Adelaide and the fury in her eyes
Cain….. Speaks like a fucking martyr and I don’t want him to be that! I feel emotions roil in me, the urge to scream at him and tell him he isn’t meant to sacrifice himself is heavy in me but I bite them down.I look at Cain in this moment and I can’t help but feel the way I view him change. It’s a remodeling in my mind.Cain stares at me intently and says the words that finally break me.“All my life, Adelaide, I've never had a family. You guys are my family. I protect those I love and I would protect myself… but this isn’t something I can fight against Lyros on. It was either me, or any one of you.I couldn’t allow myself to do that.”I break down with the force of another sob and the way it courses through my body makes my teeth chatter. This feeling is heavy.It feels like a boulder on my chest.I love Cain. The feelings I have for him surpass anything I have ever felt before, they eclipse the pain of my parents, the struggles for my survival, my feelings for him outshine all of
Safira almost bites the healer’s head off. Cain asked for her and a guard helped us go find her. By the time she got here a healer was already working on Cain’s back. According to the healer, Lyros had touched her. Not in a sexual way but it was intimate all the same. She walked in with ethereal light surrounding her. Every step she took shuddered with a primordial force and I felt awed by it. She said Lyros poured power into her. If she didn’t use it the way he wished, he would cause the energies to revolve and kill her. She looked excited and scared out of her wits at the same time. Safira arrived looking colder than the northern Kingdoms. “I said the skin over that part isn’t mended well!” The healer shudders yet again and Cain sucks in a breath. I summon the courage to do something I have never done before. I walk over to Safira, take her by the arm gently, and I pull with as much firm force as I can. When she turns to glare at me it’s a fearsome thing to behold, but I've
“How is this part of what training entails?”I sigh and turn to look at Safira.“Lying on the grass is a way to connect to the earth around us. The spirit of nature.”“The spirit of nature will hardly come to your rescue when you’re engaged in battle Adelaide. Stop messing around and get up so we can actually start doing something worthwhile.”I groan at her words because this is impossible. It’s difficult enough to fall asleep on the bare floor without being questioned every five minutes as to the aim of this activity, talk less of when I'm getting questioned serially. “Don’t you just feel like resting sometimes, Safira? Just taking a break to escape all this chaos?”I don’t see Safira’s reaction but her voice is melancholy when she speaks.“I would, but not when lives are on the line. Your life and possibly Cain’s rides on if you’re successful in the tournament.”Something in my chest deflates at Safira’s words because she might be right. There’s hardly anything stopping Lyros from