"I can't see," Belladonna mumbled before she started crying out frantically, blinking as fast as she could. "I can't see! Alaris, I can't see.""I know. I'm right here." She felt him hold her hands and she relaxed a little. "You'll be fine. The light is blinding for mortals. It skipped my mind to tell you, sorry about that." There was no teasing in his voice. This must really be happening. She asked him if her hands were still bleeding and he assured her that she was fine. She wasn't feeling the pain anymore or hearing those deafening voices, so she believed him. It was strange to see nothing, and have to completely trust Alaris. At the same time, it didn't feel too strange to trust him. He helped her off the boat and she felt cold beach sand kissing her feet. Did they just go back to her subconscious mind?"We are here.""Where is here?""Me'k, the In-Between."Belladonna let out a shaky breath. The in-between of what?"We just crossed over into Thanatou's Realm. Listen careful
A trade was made.A fair exchange. Belladonna in place of what Alaris desired the most, his freedom.After all the time they had spent together, his desires never changed, no compassion ever made its way to his determined heart, he never swayed. Belladonna had watched chains snap to the ground, heavy metals clanking against the red glowing floor. She still couldn't see him, which meant that whatever freedom he had received from Thanatou wasn't complete. There was only so much that Thanatou could do then, after all, he wasn't the one that caged him here in the first place. This meant that Alaris had been a spirit all along, his body must be somewhere else, and the strength of her mind had never been the problem. Also, this had better be a plan to get the sunflower!Alaris would never leave her here? There was a Bloodoath between them, she was his true freedom and that was why he always came back for her.She held onto that though and spoke. "You made to me a Bloodoath."If this wa
They suddenly stood up, and pulled her to her feet. Then the door to the room pushed open and Thanatou came in. He was just as scary as he had been in the hall."I have made a trade with your Gifter," his voice made her skin crawl with fear. She shouldn't be here. His words reminded her of Alaris and hatred made her throat hurt, fogged her sight with angry tears. She heard Thanatou taking in a deep breath. Maybe they could really smell feelings after all. Weird. She hated all of them. "And now, I shall make a trade with you, for fairness."Something was off, his words didn't align with the movement of his lips. It looked like he was making clicking sounds, something similar to what she had heard before they had been pulled down here through the red water. It was strange that they sounded like words to her. Strange that she could understand them. There was certainly some magic here doing that work. In a second, her necklace was ripped away from her, the loosened grip around
((Note - Alaris is still in Belladonna's body, so please have that in mind anytime he comes up in the story for now. Also, please note that every other person sees him as Belladonna)). Alaris had woken up in Belladonna's body with a jolt. Just as she had told him, she had fallen asleep in the hallway. It didn't take him long to find out where her dear King was.He was still laying down on the floor in the Special room, his body cold. Alaris smirked.This fucking bastard!He could feel the maddening urge to kill him. Unable to control his anger, he delivered a kick to the King's leg.Eli coughed, slowly regaining consciousness.That didn't please Alaris.He needed him out cold a little longer. Eli's movements on the floor were weak and disoriented, and even though he was staring right at Alaris, he couldn't see him. A sick smile played on Alaris' lips at the stupid King's helplessness. His misery was pleasing him, and as much as he would love to stay all night and entertain himself
Weakness had descended upon Eli as he rode the dragon into the raining night sky, massive leathery wings flapping in the air, lightning flashing and thunder clapping a distance further away from them. It was taking more than he could give to control the beast, but his death was nothing compared to what would befall him if he didn't find his Donna tonight. If he didn't find her---His grip tightened upon Belladonna's scarf that was tight in his grip as he held the reins of the dragon. Cold slammed into him, rain drenching him, as well as his blood that ran down his nostril from underneath his mask. The pain felt dull compared to his heartache and the self-blame going on in his mind.He must find her. There was no if. There was no maybe. He must find her. Alive. ________The castle walls had a lot of ears and mouths. It didn't take much time for the news of the Bride's sudden disappearance to spread. Already, some people had known about it in the market and the way the guards
With bleeding and aching toes, the second dance came to an end. Slowly Belladonna was approaching the crowd, she could hear their cheering as she moved closer to the third door. The females that had danced with her during the second dance gave her something to drink, just like one of the females that had cheered and danced with her around the red fire, in the first room, had done. The liquid was tasteless and thick but Belladonna took it all in one gulp, feeling ready for the third dance, ecstatic to sacrifice her life for the Thanis and fulfill her destiny. "To the third," the female said, taking her hand and giving it to the set of females that had come to accompany her for the third dance. The three females lead her through the third door, Belladonna could already see the fire far across the distance, the iced walls glowing red from it. Suddenly, the door they had come in through slammed shut, and the females that had led her in, started singing. The dance had begun.The hea
Belladonna landed on her face and it ached terribly. Sand made its way into her mouth as she fought to stand on her feet, ignoring the pain in her toes as she searched for Alaris amongst the many floating statues on the surface of the water, under the red sky and the pouring rain. Her eyes caught something else though, the shadows moving quickly around the statues and heading for--- her!Belladonna's hand sprung up to the sunflower that still rested on her chest. For a moment, she thought they couldn't come for her, the Thanatou had freely given her the necklace after all, until she remembered that she was the "thing" that had been stolen.Belladonna looked down, discovering that the beach was slowly turning into a shade of red. The soldiers were also coming closer to the shore, running into the invisible wall that stayed between the red river and Me'k.Lightning flashed just in time for Belladonna to realize that the wall had sustained a crack, like a cracked glass. Her throat tigh
It was a busy night in the King's chambers when they got back to the Castle. The Physicians rushed around to take care of unconscious Belladonna and Eli was forced to take care of the cut on the back of his head, as he paced around the room, his legs aching strangely. When they were done and they had her stabilized, they told him that they couldn't really predict when she would wake up. "It might take a day, three days, or even a week." One of them had said. That didn't sound like good news to Eli.At all. When they left, he cleaned her up, wiping the paint on her chest away and cleaning the blood off her body.Something one of the female physicians had offered to do but he had rejected for many reasons. Some being that he wanted to know how much damage had been done to her. There were so many recent cuts on her body. It was devasting to know that she had kept all this from him.Heartbreaking that it had even happened at all. In the silence of their room, Eli inspected the cut
“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