"A-Adrian, p-please..." she dreadfully pleaded, her voice trembling. "Don't do this to me. I love yo-"
"Hahahaha..." Adrian outbursts in an utter laughter. "Love means nothing to me, especially not from you." Adrian opens up his right sleeve, revealing his Dragon Dagger hidden under the dark brown cloth of his monk robes. He latches onto his dagger's handle and slowly pulls it out.
Alina lets out a growing whimper, her irises clouded by tears. Adrian's Dragon Dagger glittered red, bathed in the crimson of his victims. His eyes dead focus upon Alina, his smile was off the face of a devil. He began stepping at a normal pace over to Alina.
As she continued to crawl, she felt something block her motion. Her irises swiftly jerk over to look behind her. And she realizes that she had hit the wall. She had now become cornered, like a wounded animal hunted by a pack of wolves. Her terrified whimpers became all out screams. "ADRIAN!!" she screeched off the top of her lungs.
After that bone chilling shriek, she felt a stake pierce her. Her frightened eyes scrolled down where she felt more blood leave her body. She saw his Dragon Dagger's handle sticking out the middle of her chest, where her heart was. Alina's eyes slowly scrolled up at Adrian's face, a mask of apathy and remorselessness.
His face suddenly blurred up, so much so that she could no longer make out who it was. Adrian quickly walked over to her, knelling down beside her. He grabbed his Dragon Dagger's handle, keeping his hand tightly gripped onto it. But not removing it. Blood rushed out of Alina's mouth as her mouth shivered. "A-A-Adrian..." she softly murmured. "W-w-why...?"
Adrian quickly ripped it out without hesitation. Her blurred vision vanished into a black abyss. Her sitting up body fell down onto the red carpet. Her head thuds down on the soft carpet, making her head bounce like a rubber ball. Her eyes looked hollow and dead. There was no longer any life drawn into her lungs.
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Adrian shot back up onto his feet like a rocket, standing on his two feet. His stance was tall but causal as if what he had done never even took place. His facial expression was a calm, mellow mask. His irises quickly switched from a infuriate red to a serene emerald green.
His head felt like he had been spun around in circles thirty times. He tightly closed his eyes and shook his head side-to-side to purge himself of the feeling. Once he overcame the distress, he figured he'd open his eyes. But once his eyelids opened back up, they immediately widened.
His mouth stood ajar, his breath literally bursts out of his body. And his entire body quivers. His heart sank like quicksand. The woman he loved, the woman he cared for laid lifeless before his feet. He realized that he had something in his grasp thus he lifted his hand up to his face so that he may see.
He gazed upon a bloody Dragon Dagger and his robe's sleeve was shrouded in crimson. He immediately drops the dagger out of pure disbelief. His eyes had become to fill with water and his right hand had truly begun to tremble. He bolted saliva down his esophagus and scrolled his eyes down back at the lifeless Alina.
He dropped down on his knees, falling down onto the blood bathed red carpet that covered the hard stone underneath. He slowly inched over to Alina on his hands and knees. He grabbed her left shoulder and pulled her body up so that she looked like she was sitting up.
He drew her body closer to him and wrapped his arms around her body, embracing her lifeless body with the warm of his life. He rocked back and forth, his eyes tightly shut closed. Tears then rushed down his closed eyes as he puled hysterically. "Alina..." he cried for, his voice an utter mess of sorrow. "What have I done to you...!?"
Returning back to the Kingdom of Loss, Avdima. The young magic user reached the gilded castle gates into the kingdom. Her eyes beam straight at the guardsman by the door. "You need to let me in," she angrily demanded. "NOW."
"Excuse me?" questioned the guardsman. "I can't let you through without the absolute permission of His or Her Majesty."
"Would you rather die or live?" she growled.
The guardsman latched his left hand onto his sword's handle, which was strapped onto his right hip. "Is that a threat?" he replied, his voice filled with tension.
"Consider it the truth." she quickly replied. Suddenly, the guardsman coughed intensely. He wailed, grasping upon his throat. He felt as if a hand was crushing the very windpipe he needed to draw in breath. He dropped onto his knees, his legs literally unable to carry his own weight.
Moriah dropped down onto her knee just as he did. Her face reflected her concern as tears of sweat dropped down from her forehead. "Are you okay?" she fearfully asked, absolutely concerned. His face looks up at the young girl. His eyes blood-shot and pink, he had begun to go pale white. Blood flowed down his eyes as if he were crying crimson.
"What...is happening...to me?..." he weakly spoke, his voice taken of all of it's energy. His body suddenly lost the will of life. He unexpectedly collapses to his left side like a falling tower. Moriah's eyes widened in fright. Her pale skinned hands start to glow green. She then presses them against the guardsman's chest.
"You're not dying..." she murmured to herself. "I won't allow it." Her heart galloped in her chest, her hands shook nervously. The guard no longer drew in any air. But Moriah continued to try to heal this man's affliction. Seconds turned into hours. But she persisted.
From behind her, a man dressed in a long black cloak that covered his front and back approached her. He wore a hood over his face and his skin was pale white. His black as coal irises look down upon Moriah. "What you're doing is hopeless," he said, his voice lacking sympathy. "This man is gone."
Surprisingly, Moriah wasn't startled. Her eyes looked tensed up, angered. She doesn't look behind her or even turns to see the cloaked man. "I don't care..." she replied. "I'm not letting somebody die!"
"You would rather exchange lives that still breath for a corpse?" he questioned, his question coming as quick as lightning.
Moriah's eyes went down, saddened by what the man was speaking. She knew deep down in her heart what he was speaking was nothing short of the truth. "..." Moriah sighed, unable to reply back to him.
"Release your magic." the hooded young man suggested. The young magic user's pale skin wrapped hands suddenly cease in their use of healing magic. Her hands clench together. She closed her eyes and shot up to her feet. She felt defeated, ashamed that she couldn't save the guardsman.
She turned to her right, her head slowly twisted over to face what was behind her. Her crystal blue irises glance upon the hooded man. His cloak reached down to his ankles. His irises as black as the darkest of nights. His face was covered by three bangs that covered the corners of his eyes and the middle of his face.
He clenching his hands on his hood, pulling it down to reveal his head and face. His hair was short in the back and it was a golden brown. His face was stern and rock-solid. "I am Drake Raven." he calmly introduced himself.
"Drake, huh?" she said. "Why are you here? You definitely don't want to be outside. Since...I guess you know why."
"You needn't worry about me." he swiftly assured. "But what about you? Truly, it would be quite a shame if such a young woman like yourself were taken by it."
"Hah," she nervously laughed, rubbing the back of her head. "Apparently, I can't be affected by it."
"Another descendant of Zion..." he silently confirmed to himself.
"What's that?" she asked, wondering what he just spoke to himself.
"Uh...nothing," he answered. "Anyways, we should head to Prince and Princess, yes?"
"We?" she said, shaking her head side-to-side. "No, sorry. You seem like a nice guy and all but we just met. For all I know, you could be an assassin."
Drake let out a sigh, disappointed by Moriah's returning comment. "You're right, I'm sorry." he apologized, acknowledging the truth and distrust in Moriah's words. Moriah turned around, facing the glided gates that separate the kingdom that guides the youthful city from the city streets.
Her eyes no longer gazed upon Drake, the mysterious cloaked fellow. She quickly rushed onto the pathway that led to the glided chambers of the main hall of the Kingdom of Avdima. Her footsteps echoed across the darkening day. She quickly vanished into the kingdom's walls. She left behind Drake to himself.
Once she disappeared into the glided kingdom's walls, Drake's hands latched onto his hood. He pulls his hood back over his golden brown hair like covering his insecurities. He then turns around, facing a main vein leading into the heart of the rich district. He then silently walks away from the castle, his black cloak makes him seem like a ghost in the darkness of the night.
The End of Chapter 22,
Next Chapter,
Chapter 23: Anathema
Thank you for reading, I appreciate it.
~Serene End
Haaaaa, it feels good to be back!
The end
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the beginning...
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