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
"How Not To Get Chosen." Belladonna mumbled to herself in her silvery voice, her blue eyes on the cover of the thin black book she had just picked.It was fairly covered in dust, making the letters on it a little unreadable.She went down the ladder, then blew the dust off the book which made her cough lightly."By Moria Nakuriver." She mumbled the name of the author to herself and instantly shook her head.This book would be of no help because the author actually ended up being chosen as a bride.Moria was the daughter of the Village Head of Nakuriver, one of the seven villages that made up the the mighty Kingdom of Ignas, which was ruled by the dreaded Dragon King. When Moria was 18, she had participated in the Chosing Ritual, as the rules had demanded, and had somehow, been lucky enough not to be chosen. That was when she had written this book. Almost every lady across the kingdom started reading it, so they could be as lucky as she had been. But then she got chosen at 25, and p
Aniya was on her knees on the bed, resting heavily on her two hands as they held on to the sheets tightly while her silky black hair fell over the sides of her face, wet and glistering with sweat.Her full breasts dangled slightly as the man behind her thrusted into her over and over again. She took it all in, her eyes closed, her pink round lips, slightly parted.All the room had to light it up was a dim lantern on the dressing table, yet the images before Belladonna seem to burn her eyes. "Oh... Lytio." She heard Aniya whisper through trembling lips and she looked up at the face of the man that was behind.Indeed, it was her Mr Perfect. Lytio's hairy chest was glistering with sweats, his slim hands firm on Aniya's small waist, pulling her closer to himself, all his attention on what he was doing.Belladonna took a step back instinctively, her lips pressed together tightly, her eyes blank while her heart crushed into many pieces. "Oh... Lytio." Aniya moaned again and she opened he
"...I was drunk and the timing of your sister..."She gritted her teeth.The feeling of this betrayal by her family felt mightier more than yesterday's. How could her family do this to her?When she spoke though, her voice was controlled and firm. "I see that. I see it all. But I am not about to cry over split milk."Lytio froze for a split second before his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he straightened up, his hands falling to his sides."Your parents have discussed with mine on the 'incident'."'Incident? Of course, that was how they would refer to it.' Belladonna thought but she instead, she asked, "and...?""Bell, I want you to know that I love you very much.""I am sure that wasn't what they concluded on."Lytio clenched and unclenched his fists before digging it into his pockets. "I have to marry Aniya. It is for the best. For my reputation and your sister's. Also to prevent any more unfortunate incidents.""Of course. Do exactly what they want.""I don't have a choice. D
It was a long black leather whip splited into eight pieces.It swept through the air and landed on her back. A gasp of pain escaped her lips as she tumbled to the floor, her long black curly hair scattered to the sides of her face. She immediately curled up on the floor, her folded arms protecting her face.She knew how this went. This wasn't the first time, nor the second or third. She couldn't even count how many times her mother had done this to her and she knew this wouldn't be the last.Isa swung the whip, striking it countlessly against her, on her back, her hands, anywhere it landed on. She was breathing heavily and although her hands were arching her from how long she had been flogging her, she was blinded by so much anger that she just couldn't stop."H-how-- dare you?!"The beating continued, then Belladonna heard her dress ripping from how much the beating was, the whip cutting into her flesh and blood seeping out of the long cuts. She bit her lips till she tasted blood