"Good evening, sir. It is I, Aniya. Do you remember me?"Aniya. That was his Donna's sister. Of course, he remembered her and all the things she had done to his Donna. How would he ever forget?Why did she have a veil on though?Was this a result of the fire that her father had caused?"It is so good to finally see you, sir. You are nothing like I expected." She stated and Eli frowned.Of course, she could now see his face just as many people could. "What do you want?""I need your help." She looked around. Aniya's movement wasn't difficult for Eli to assess, he had once been the person with a concealing object over his face. "May I come in?"He stood rigidly at the door. "Whatever it is, speak your mind here, I will listen and tell you if I can render my help."It was obvious that just like her sister, he didn't trust her but she couldn't blame them. Besides, this would change very soon.Aniya was quick to reveal her need to seek and acquire the forgiveness of her sister, laying
The red watery sky above gave no light, but the blue flames on his head, partly covered by his hood, were enough for him. The silence that surrounded them found a way to convey messages of the chaos that had once happened in full force here some hours ago. The war had happened, and there had been no winner. Death had left in anger - surely he would return, and The Mother's thirst for revenge against her son grew hotter. Thanatou was forced into hiding, a whole Thanatou, King of his whole Realm. A pathetic sight. If he had his Bride by his side, this would never have happened. His power would never have been challenged and put to shame in such a way. If only that ritual had been conducted, everything would have been perfect for him and his realm. He needed his Bride. He needed her now. But there was no way he could leave his Realm and go to the Realm of the Mortals, he had no more messengers to send either, he was completely helpless. Except, that he wasn't. He had hope. On
It had been three days since Belladonna had arrived in Inaymi, three days since Aniya had tried to help her sister and fix their failing relationship, three straight days of complete rejection. Belladonna was very busy, she was always visiting the homes of the past brides and fulfilling their quests. It was an ironic thing for Aniya to watch, considering that her sister was a bride herself. She seemed so tired too.There were bags beneath her eyes, and Aniya noticed no matter how hard she tried to hide them with a smile. She wished she could help, do something and for once feel useful towards her, but Belladonna obviously didn't trust her with anything. Could she blame her though?No. If she were in her shoes, she would do the same. She wouldn't trust her, not after every scheme she and her mother had pulled to take her to where she was today. She would trust no one. But her sister cared, her coldness couldn't hide it.Aniya was sure that in a way, she was the reason she was st
Trigger Warning - Violence, blood. It might get a little murderous, please read with caution. ______Her heart raced with fear, but she refused to run this time, instead, she tried to search for this person who was terrorizing her.The low chiming of a bell could be heard and just like that, the dog ran towards her. Stupid Aniya!This dog would rip her into pieces because of her stupidity. But the dog didn't do that, instead, it ran past her, and like the most stupid person in Ignas, she chased it. Chased it!Why?Well, because she knew where it would be headed or rather, who it would go to. Today, she would discover the owner of this beast. Today, she would silence the one terrorizing her with the knowledge of her secret. The cloud darkened with heavy rain and within the shadows of the trees, she disappeared.The weight of her sacks became a burden, an obstacle in her chase, yet she pushed through the struggle (they were worth too much for her to just throw away), chasing the
Her hands trembled by her sides, and she slipped to the floor, crying as her body shuddered with tears. She didn't know how long she had been crying but when she was done, Zesika and her son were gone, believing that the rain had caught up with her in the market. It was still raining. By Ignas, what an attitude.Quickly, she stood up and cleaned the room. Took a bath and pretended that this had never happened. She decided not to step out of her house that day so that whatever was triggering the thing in her would not come in contact with her again. That dog. That person. Until she could figure things out, she wouldn't leave this place. She didn't want to bring harm to anyone.Her plan would have gone alright, but then, once again, there was a knock on her door. She froze, hoping whosoever it was would go away. "Aniya, are you home?"Her eyes went wide beneath her veil, because she knew that voice. Belladonna?!Oh no.If this had been any other time but now, she would have b
Aniya woke up in her bed. Her heart raced with fear the moment she remembered what had happened yesterday, she had lost control to "it". She jumped to her feet, as her body trembled, and found a mirror searching for any sign of the blood of another. She found none and that made her scared even more. In fact, she realized that the dress she was wearing was different from the one she was in when her Sister Bell had paid her a visit.Now, that was a cause for more panic. She did notice that she had a cut around the base of her neck though, down to her chest. That seemed to not be healing and it hurt terribly, but that wasn't what she was worried about right now.She needed to find out if she had attacked her sister last night; needed to know if she was still alive. Quickly, she grabbed a black scarf and tied it around her neck then she put on her veil, before rushing to the Village Head's house. She decided to take "everyone's road" because it would lead her to Lytio's house faste
Boots pounded above while below, Aniya's heart was pounding in her chest. The search had been quick but to Aniya it felt like it had gone on forever. It felt like she could hear every movement they made, everything they disassembled to conduct the search, every single thing they took out of place. Her mind replayed all the times she had returned home with blood on her dress and how she had neatly disposed of them as if she had known this moment would come. However, for the times she had just woken up and met herself in clean clothes, she was scared. Had she neatly disposed of the evidence of those times too or had the thing that usually possessed her carried out a messy clean? For this, Aniya was afraid. "The monster has been here?" Zesika said once again, looking around absolutely worried. "You need to leave this house once they are over. Come and stay in the guest quarters in my house. You cannot stay here. What if the monster comes back?"Aniya appreciated Zesika's worry and
The Seven Skies of Effidel and the Rainbow River below. Belladonna remembered this place, it had been one of the places Alaris had taken her to when she started dreaming of him. She swayed slightly when her feet touched the top of the mountain he placed her upon, the sound of the gushing river below filled her ears and she looked up at the moon that glowed immaculately in the skies. “This is outside the walls.” She said, as she turned to look at him. His black, leathery wings were tucked behind him, yet she could still catch a glimpse of their towering presence over his shoulders. His slightly glowing hair cast a sort of light on it. “What are we doing here?” Her hands went through the short curls of her hair, as the wind swayed her dress and made it flap around her legs.The scenery would be more beautiful if the sun was up but what she cared about right now wasn't the sun, it was the food she was missing. She was too hungry and angry at Alaris to be anywhere he was. He annoyed
“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
“And you didn't tell me? Why?”“It was over two centuries ago.” He stood up. “She stayed dead during those times, why would I think anything would come out of her now?”Belladonna said nothing and Alaris continued. “With you, I believed she had already been replaced. A new Master, her time was over, gone. The gems will always have their masters, I have discovered. At first, I was worried, but then you proved to be more than one with a mere link.”“I had visions of her. I told you everything.”He shrugged. “I thought it was just her lingering presence since she was the one who was connected to the gem before you. They are just mere visions, they don't suggest a powerful presence to get bothered about.”“You must be joking,” she stated, flabbergasted. “I had dreams of her every time and nothing ever really happened as a result,” he replied with a dismissive tone.“You know that is not true.”“Nothing “real” ever really happened.”With a realization, she stood up. “You are doing it aga
It felt compelling to desire more, it felt right… yet it didn't.Alaris pulled away being the first one to snap back from the spark pulling them together. “I’m sorry, I shouldn't have done that.” He was gone in a flash, leaving her flustered. She couldn't think; the foreign and overpowering feeling was a driving force that sent her out of the room to go after him. She did, reaching the surface, however, and feeling the warm glow of the moon on her skin. Something else seemed to have possessed her, and she went towards the lake instead, strangely seeking the comforting feeling of the water and the floating relief. The reflection of the full moon was cast over the still water and the trees seemed to create a path for her. She walked into the water as a shadow warrior emerged from behind her; the only one of Alaris' shadow warriors that wasn't killed. It swiftly moved into the water, reaching out to pull her back but she turned sharply to it. “Go Back!” She ordered, her voice a gr
Breathing heavily, he turned back to her. “I’m sorry— I just— I was afraid that you’ll shift—”“I have been terrified that this day would come but I thought I was stronger, as strong as I was in your Realm. I knew I would be lacking the moment I saw that annoying thing healing your ankle with his flames,” he laughed, the sound dry of humour as he swept his hand over his hair, pushing it back. “At that moment, I knew there were many things that I lacked, many skills, so many things. I might have been a King there but here, I am like a child. I’m not better than any of those dragon shifters. I’m useless.” “You are not.”With a huff, he sat down next to her, feeling exhausted. “My pretense to know what I am doing can no longer save me. I’m fighting a lost war, Nightshade and you can see it.”He turned to her, to find her shaking her head. “Don't lie to me.”“I’m not.”“Alaris—”“Don't try to inspire me, it won't work.” “I wasn't trying to inspire you, I just want to tell you how disap