forum Scars and Black Stains (Closed)

Started June 22, 2018 by @Lenered

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(Isn't it kinda funny how everyone's soulmate is in the opposing tribe?)

(I was hoping it'd be like that XD)

(Lol)

Eira followed, one step behind, “He didn’t say but it’s most likely, highness.”

The pain jolted through her with each step. Calla sighed, holding onto herself and pushing open the door to the throne room. "He used to try to touch me. We would play games. When my mother and father were in power, they used me to torture enemies as well. I was hoping," her voice broke, "it'd be different when he was in charge."

“As much as I would like that to be true, highness, it cannot be. I would do it myself but his majesty does not trust me.” Eira walked with Calla up to her brother, Eira bowing on one knee and staying there.

"Yes, Kyan?" Calla bowed her head, her body throbbing with the pain as she bit down on her tongue to keep herself from screaming.
"I have someone here who needs punishing. They were working with them." Kyan clasped his hands together, staring at his sister. She couldn't see his eyes, but she imagined they were black. Black with hatred and death and torment.
"Of course."

Eira didn’t move, as much as she wanted to. To be the one to punish those traitors. Calla didn’t need this, not with the pain she was in already, so she spoke, “Majesty, if I may say something?”

"We pay you to guard, not to speak." Kyan leaned back in the throne, waving her off. "Escort Calla towards the dungeons. The traitor is in cell number three."
Calla started to walk away, trying not to move too much as she took slow steps.

“Majesty she has done enough already. Can’t you see the pain she is in?” Eira stood but for once didn’t follow Calla as she started to walk out of the throne room.

His expression became deadly. "Calla, my dearest sister, these tasks aren't too daunting for you, are they? Because if they are, I'm ever so sorry."
Calla stopped in her tracks. "They aren't. It's fine. Eira, come with me." She couldn't defy him now. If she wanted too, she could kill him. Sneak up in the dead of the night and strangle him until his screams forever echoed in the halls of this cursed palace. But she didn't want to be queen. So it was best to leave him be, for now. Besides, he had to have a heart somewhere in there, everyone did. She knew for a fact that his mark was on his upper back.

Eira followed, resisting the urge to make a vulgar gesture towards her king. Just because she worked for him, doesn’t mean she had to like him. So she lead Calla to the dungeons, forcefully throwing open the doors.

She could already hear the man's screams. The dungeon smelled damp and dusty, and the stone walls were always some degree of wet. What was the man blubbering about? Probably how he had a wife, about his poor, poor children. About how he couldn't die. Maybe he had information he thought was valuable. Calla had heard it all.
"Eira. What is the man's cell?"

“Three…” She said through gritted teeth. Oh, the king knew how to piss her off and he’d done it well today. Maybe it was because she had had a mission that morning, or she had to leave Calla soon becuase of one that had made her agitated this morning, she didn’t know. But she knew she wanted to smash the nearest persons head in.

"Thank you." Calla walked over to the cell and opened the door. The man looked up in confusion at her. She was a small girl with a white blindfold tied over her eyes. What could she do?
Calla crouched down beside him, murmuring a soft prayer. "I'm sorry," she whispered, placing a trembling hand on the man and placing the other hand over her ear so the screams would be silenced out. Oh, and scream he did. The ear-splitting shrieks were worse than she could've imagined and she stood there, hand placed on the man's shoulder, listening to him beg and scream. Anything for the pain to stop. Anything.

Eira listened to his screams from outside the cell, drinking them in. How she wished it was her doing that and not Calla. Eira leaned her head against the wall, closed her eyes and sighed through her nose. Waiting for Calla to come out.

The man dropped to the ground, twitching and she decided it was time to let go. Calla touched her arm, feeling for a new scar and feeling her heart drop when there was one. "Eira. Escort me to my bedchambers, please." She brushed off her dress and walked out of the cell, locking it behind her and feeling her throat close up.

Eira did as her princess instructed, leading her back to her rooms. She didn’t speak until she was at the door, “If I’m no longer needed, highness, am I free to go spar?”

Eira set out that evening, dressed in her usual back and purple outfit, daggers strapped to her side and a sword sitting int he grove of her spine. She had one objective, infiltrate the Anahera camp. Something she had been meaning to do for a while.
(Hope this is okay so you guys can join in…)