Slim fingers with red, long polished nails moved over the exposed arm of another. Frost formed over the place of contact. A struggle.A muffled groan, because that was all the one being put through this torture, could let out. Nadia's mouth had been stuffed with a piece of clothing, gagged. Her hands and legs were chained to the table she was laid against. Her eyes were wide open with the pain the cold brought her, it went deeper than the skin, she could feel it. Kestra pulled away abruptly. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" She turned in the direction where Collin was standing. She had said she needed a fresh and new soul, had even specified who exactly she wanted and he had brought her to him as quickly as he could. This man, what will he not do for his family?A castle that was built on the clouds, was what his hope was. She prayed that he would keep staying in his delusion. How else was she supposed to use him if he wasn't stupid and blindly hopeful?"It is beautiful." He said,
There were writings on the wall.In a language she had never seen before but could somehow understand. "How are you doing that?" Alaris asked again as the words clatter out of her mouth, and she took a turn according to the writing on the wall, a torch that was hung on the wall, lighting up as they approached.They had been doing this for about five minutes now, following the instructions on the wall. "I don't know," Belladonna didn't want to think too much about it, this wasn't the time. This cave gave her an eerie feeling. Everything was going too smoothly and they still hadn't come across any obstacle yet. Also, Motu hadn't come along to get Taria yet, or maybe he was trying and the chaos of finding her was already happening above them. All that didn't matter for now though, she had to remain focused and get out of this dream as quickly as possible for everyone's sake. "The language isn't from this Realm," Alaris said behind her. "What? So it is from where you came from?" Bel
It was death to go back the way they came. Skeletons pushed out from the cave walls and poured from that direction room towards them, racing as their inhuman growls filled the air.An army of the dead. It was a horror Belladonna had never witnessed in her entire life. Maybe the necklace was indeed a trap after all.The fun of leaving unsolved mysteries as mysteries was staying alive. Moria was wrong and the people of Aniktaki were right to have decided not to concern themselves with this cave. Well, it was too late for Belladonna now. Wasn't it?Her running steps fell into sync behind Alaris and he raced away in another direction, with his hand tight around hers in a firm grip.She followed blindly, her steps unbalanced and uneven sometimes, her body juggling everywhere from the desperation of her run until she was side by side with him. Every turn he took, she did too.He lead and she followed. Simple.No questions asked. "What is that?" His breath sounded a little too even
Taria's screams of terror filled her ears along with the growls of the skeletons that had her pinned to the ground.They were fast with their attack and as Belladonna tried to pull her away from the living bones, she got her own dose of attack too. Bony hands pulled at her from all sides, shredding her gown and digging into her skin, the strength behind their attack, knocking her to her feet while she pulled the bag that housed the dragon stone closer to her in a desperate struggle not to lose it, tight like her life depended on it, because at that moment, it did. Taria's scream morphed with the growls of the skeleton and in an instinctive defense, Belladonna curled herself on the floor, shielding herself as much as she could, both her hands folded over her head and her body turned inwards, like the monsters were her mother and she was once again shielding herself from a beating that would surely leave scars with the passage of time. Why had she not learned by now?The Bride Thief
The news of what had happened in Aniktaki flew to the Castle faster than Belladonna had expected.It was late in the afternoon, the next day, and Eli was freaking out about how he couldn't get this information any faster. "I think I should put some people in every village to report back to me as soon as things like this happen." He said as he paced around his study. "I feel like there are so many things that I do not know that I should know.""Calm down. I believe it was nothing much just as the report said," Belladonna said from where she was leaning against the wall."It said their Badura's cave was broken into.""And that they handled it and nothing was missing," Belladonna flashed him a small assuring smile. Eli shrugged, going back to his table and reading the letter for the umpteenth time. "I think it is the One with the White Aura---" he stopped abruptly his gaze slowly moving to her as he caught a glimpse of her move awkwardly. That was something she didn't want him to see
Nadia was missing. Belladonna had discovered that when she had decided to run some things with Nadia, so she would be able to focus on her mission during the day instead. Now, that she knew Lady Kestra was hot on her trail, she couldn't let any second go to waste. Belladonna wanted to believe that after they had gone to the Cave, the Nahiri also went to the cave too, and that was what had led Lady Kestra there. But that was a wild guess and a stupid one to foolishly believe in. Lady Kestra was with the piece of cloth that had her blood on it, she had definitely used that to track her down. By Ignas, the situation was messed up and it got messier when she realized that Nadia was missing. Of all the insane things to happen today, that just had to be one of them. She just disappeared. Belladonna had suspected Lady Kestra for her disappearance, and she had convinced Eli to have her Work Room checked. She just had a great feeling that she had something to do with it.Eli had felt re
Belladonna almost lost her mind when Alaris had told her that the place he had taken them to wasn't where they would get the sunflower but the Village of Nakunriver, the land of water. It was the sixth village of Ignas, with more water than land, so much that houses had to be built on it with strong wooden foundations to keep them afloat. Their transport, their source of livelihood, their customs, and many things were all centered around the water that surrounded them."Take me where I can get the Thanatos' sunflower immediately," Belladonna demanded, her anger toward him almost consuming, as she stood on the wooden deck of the bridge and stared at the boats and ships on the sea, the lights from the lanterns attached to them, illuminating the dark waters as goosebumps pebbled on her skin from the cold.By Ignas, she should have worn something with long sleeves. How dare the Bride Thief mess with her plans? This just wasn't the time for anything that wasn't going to get her that Than
Belladonna didn't know how she had found her way to the edge of the wooden bridge, but when she calmed down, she had found herself there."Don't be too hard on yourself."She didn't need to look to know that was Alaris. Even if she looked, what would she see?Moria Nakunriver. Her family should be the head of the village, but if what she had heard was right, her father had died from grief when the need for another bride had been announced. It wasn't even up to a year yet. It made Belladonna think of how much damage Eli's way of solving his curse had brought to different families. How many people's death had he indirectly caused? Even though, Lady Kestra was the root of this problem, at some point, the King must have given real consent, especially to the Choosing Ritual. He said he felt guilty about the pain he was causing people. He kept coffins for this reason. Coffins that Belladonna believed weren't empty, but Eli thought otherwise of. Even though keeping the coffins was a tr
“That is too short.” Everyone turned to her immediately. “I should have been here earlier. I am sorry, Father. I arrived late.” “You are here now, Child.” The White King spoke on about how he couldn't wait to crush the hope of the Rebellion and the false prophecy that they were abiding by to trick themselves into believing the Heir was a saviour. “There is only one true prophecy, the one the stones carry. He is their death and only you can save us all. You will save us all from him and from every evil that wants to befall our Realm.” Then he pulled out Jyris's sword and handed it to her as some warriors brought in Xida and forced her to her knees in front of the King’s daughter. “You shall begin with this one.” “No! You cannot do this! Create your warriors and save me, Lady Belladonna!” Xida screamed. There was no familiarity in those blue eyes. “Violence is not—” The King’s daughter began to speak but the White King stopped her. “Do it for Father.” Then she nodded and raised
“Open this cage at once!” Lord Jyris ordered, his gaze hardening as he clicked his claws against the golden rings on his fingers. “The White King—” the warrior began to protest when Lord Jyris silenced him with the following words. “I will take her to him myself.”In no time, he had taken Xinora to the throne room. It was large and tall, adorned with gold and giant menacing statues.“Father!” She rushed out of Jyris’s hold immediately, her bare feet hitting the smooth that glimmered golden as a result of the floating candles above. The White King’s eyes brightened, and in a flash, he was in front of her, pulling her into an embrace. He seemed to have flown there, but it was too quick. His wings had sprouted from behind him as quickly as they had vanished. He acted with perfect precision. He was wearing an open silver flowing robe, his silver crown on his gray-haired head. He was enormous and from the gap between his robes, faint white scales protruding from his skin could be seen.
Too late. Ny'ka got there too late. The battle had happened. Belladonna and Xida, among others, had been captive. They had been dealt another defeat, one that was too close to the previous one. They had been ambushed, but for Ny’ka, that wasn't the most painful thing. What hurt the most was her father’s corpse, which was placed at her feet. She fell to her knees and wept; she grieved. Then her grief turned to rage and she sought for something or someone to be dealt the violence of her rage. “Everyone that believes in you dies.” The midnight wind felt harsh and the beings that stood before her seemed like what they were: her enemies.“Ny'ka,” the Priest called her sharply. “Come with me to bury him to grant his soul safe—”“My mother died and now my father?” She snapped, not listening to the Priest at all. She continued, angry tears streaming down her cheeks, her hand tightening around the hilt of her sword. “You are no saviour!” She was closing up the distance between them. “Yo
“What is this?” Ny'ka asked, racing up to her feet.“The Stones of Prophecy. I already told you,” Ka'el replied, rising to his feet too. He groaned a little, his ribs hurting from the force that had tossed him aside.The stones had suddenly fallen to the ground, scattered; they were still glowing though. “I mean, what do they do?“I don't know!” There was a bit of panic in his voice, then he started to mumble to himself as he fell on his knees and started trying to collect the stones. “The King believes his daughter is in the Rebellion, and there are rumors of the Heir; he thinks they are working together.” He stopped and stared up at Ny'ka who watched him with a frown on her face. “That is why the Moon and the Sun came up in the sky because she is really here? But you said it didn't happen here, that it was from another Realm. It is from another realm, right? It isn’t true, Is it?”Ny'ka tried to grab one of the stones from Ka'el but it held it away from her. “Is his daughter truly
Then she felt like she was drowning and her words vanished from her lips. It felt like she was right in the lake and above it at the same time, hovering over the water and looking at the drowning child, while the drowning child looked back at her, struggling. Then she was finally in the baby and she could see Xinora floating over her as she felt herself dying in the baby — felt the baby dying. She saw Xinora stare right at her mother, who froze immediately like she had seen a ghost - it was what she looked like anyway, what she seemed to be. Then Belladonna felt the presence slam right into her immediately. Xinora had vanished and was now inside her as one being, the moment of her almost death creating the perfect space for Xinora to fit in. But just as Xinora had merged into her, she dissolved into the back of her mind like a mere pest fighting against a strong host. Her mother pulled her out of the water, her gaze blank and cold. Without a word, she wrapped her in a piece of clo
Trigger warning: Dealing with rape aftermath (from victim’s perspective) on page, and baby drowning on page. _________Belladonna paced the room. Two nights have passed since Alaris and her had discussed about Xinora. The Rebellion was healing, and she had sought out Ny'ka to help her with creating portals; although she knew that it might not work, just as it hadn't been working, but that was just how unpromising Channeling had been, and it had worked eventually. That wasn't the problem though. The thing was that Ny'ka was nowhere to be found. It didn't take long for her to figure out where she was.She was with Ka'el, most likely inquiring about their recent failure.Alaris had confirmed her suspicion, and here she was, in the room, trying not to drive herself mad with every single possibility that was crossing her mind.The Priest had drawn a tattoo on the top part of her chest, a little distance from her neck. He had smeared it with the blood of an animal, chanted some things th
Ny'ka went to Ka'el that night as the Heir had ordered, only to find out that he was with someone. Tsiri?What?What was she doing here? Why was she here? How long has she known about Ka'el? How did she get here?Why was she here?By Ina, what had she told him?!The White glow of the crescent moon above glimmered down on them through the shadows of the scanty leaves of the tall trees around them. The smile on Tsiri’s face was plain for Ny'ka to see, just as obvious as the doubt that dotted Ka’el’s eyes. What had she told him?!“Is it true?” Ka'el asked, his fist tightening around the small bag he had in his hand. She wondered what was in that bag but his next words made her aware of the greater problem she had before her. “Are you just fooling me?” He asked as his free hand anchored around Tsiri’s waist, making her smile widen. Disappointment flashed in Ny'ka's eyes and she frowned, blatantly ignoring Tsiri. “Fooling you? What nonsense are you talking about? And why are you with o
“Nightshade, do you have any memories of Jyris?”He was crouching in front of her. This room suddenly felt too small. Where was the air of ease?“No, except that he healed my ankle, gave me that gold ring that you tossed away and he was at the table with the King. Nothing else. I’m trying to but I don't remember anything else.” She wouldn't tell him about the strange feeling of familiarity she had when she had first seen him. That would be too dangerous. “You were in her dreams even when you weren't in captivity. So can you just go into people's dreams? Can you still do that?”“No. Her dream was the only one I could get into without being in captivity. But My freedom does come at a price. It was hard to lure the brides with my soul, and certainly, I prefer this freedom to that.”“Did killing her hurt you? Since the gems are supposed to be a pair.”“I struck her stomach.”“Why didn't you strike her in the heart or behead?”“I wanted to behead her and take her heart as my own; a litt
He heaved a sigh and sat next to her. “Well, it was after being King. I think the wars I had fought strengthened the connection with my gem; the lives I had taken fed it, and I dreamt of Xinora — well, she dreamt of me. It was the first time I would be in anyone's dreams.”Belladonna nodded, taking a mental note of that. “She was crying and lonely, and because the Gem perceived its master to be distressed, it sought a connection and found me. Xinora was terrified when we met; I was confused, too; it was strange. But then, I realized who she was and why I was there. At that time, I really wanted to come back here, to Vestros, but I knew it wasn’t time, I wasn't powerful enough back then.” He paused, before he continued. “The White King would kill me easily, but being in her dreams was like fate being on my side. She was the only weapon that could be used to kill me—”The only weapon?“Wait. Only a Bearer can kill a Bearer?”“Yes.” “So,” she turned to him squarely so she wouldn't mi