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Chapter Twenty-Three

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                                                Chapter Twenty-Three

                                                              I walk the shadows of death 
                                                                                   I shall not fear
                                                                             Mythal protects me 
                                                                             
                                                              
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I sat limply and watched as Siallin finished testing Conner. It made my stomach boil to know that all this was a test, to know I had something precious taken from me for a test
 
My hands once again wondered to my bangs and a deep part of me whispered that if I was better, faster, quicker that, that would never have happened at all. My finger twisted with the dark curl and I could see the contrast. My bright marks were even brighter against my black hair. The wind coldly drifted upon me with a nip of warmth, just a week to go before we'd be shedding clothing and joining the battles. 

My eyes drifted past Naska, Hades and Ziy'ha and over to the other side of the training grounds to how Conner kept a reign over himself as Siallin kept relentlessly casting fire at him. His posture was strong but bendable and I knew that he fit Vir Bor'assan, bend but never break. My breath caught a moment when he winced when on of her spells broke through his barrier. I still deeply believed that he shouldn't fight; that his soul was too good.
  
 "A Conserver." Siallin announced stepping back while placing her staff onto her back. Some deep part of me yelled for me to get up and run to him to see if he was okay, if he was injured in any way or form. I scowled at that want and held my breath for a moment and then let it out in a sharp gust of air as I watched him touch his shoulder. I lowered my eyes from the sight of the sunset and how it made his hair blaze deep red and his eyes bright. 

"Conserver?" I asked quietly and when I was only met with silence I turned to see Huren was gone. I frowned when I realized I had been speaking to myself. My frowned lightened and my eyes turned up again while my finger was twisting in my bangs yet again. 

My eyes narrowed as I watched Siallin walk over to Conner and heal him, all was done with bright smile in his direction. Her slight form was elegant and her hair billowed around her like a veil of gold, she looked up to him with such a tender expression that I wished to hit. Anger burned for in that moment I felt as if my best friend was replacing me with a person so much better then I could ever be. 

I once again turned my face away from them, from a moment I wish not to witness but the anger just boiled and churned more as I stood up and walked over to where Huren had go to.

"What is next?" I asked and stood up straight but ended up turned my head to upwards to see him correctly. 

"Your swords are to be melted down to make one sword." He stated without a sign of joking. 

"You cannot do that!" I hissed stepping forward and my heart twisted. They have taken everything away from me; My old life, my family, my freedom, my hair and now my swords. 

"I understand how you feel but you will be getting them back in one week." Huren said and it felt like all the fight was sucked out of me.

"Why?" I asked closing my eyes and rubbed my face lightly but still winced when my fingertips touched the brand.

"Berserkers usually use one sword to channel their rage properly. You will soon see the difference." He said lightly and patted me on the head softly.

"...What did she mean when she said Conner was a Conserver?" I asked after a few moments of silence passed. 

"The Conserver mage is the one you expect to land the killing blow if they have to because they have not used all their mana. You would go to him when needing healing if Siallin is out of mana." He said looking at them through un-expressive moss green eyes. 

"Why?" I asked tilting my head to the side and his gaze side to my own.

"A Berserker need to train with their own." He said flashing a smile and walked away. I watched his huge back retreat for a few moments before I finally decided and set of towards that side of the training grounds, to Conner. My feet were steady and I held my head up as I walked. I felt to big, too loud, too obvious as I walked over the cold sand.

As I stepped over the line of our training grounds I had to urge to throw up and turn back. My breath hitched and it felt like someone was grasping my lungs and heart. This was the mages ground, I knew I was unwanted here. I paused a moment wile rocking slightly on my heels and then with sureness turned around. 

"Fajra?" he called out when I was a few feet away from the divide of training grounds.

"Congratulations." I said after I took a sharp breath. I scowled down at the cold sand and how it stuck to my lightly wrapped feet, I could my toes wiggle at the cold air. Was this all I had to say? Was this all I could say?

"Thank you..." Conner said and I hated how he trailed off leaving some kind of possibility ready to choke me. I narrowed my eyes more and took a step away blinking the sudden wetness in my eyes. Many things crossed my mind as my feet took steps forward. That he was going to be happier if I never came here again, that he was better off being friends with the sweet minded and fragile looking Siallin with golden hair. If I stayed his friend bad luck and things would become of it, just like with Ashalle taking me in. Look at how it ended; her death. My breath came out a soft strangled sound as I drowned in these thoughts. I had to remind myself to keep walking away. 
  
Soft hands grasped my elbow making my eyes snap up to the clear bright blue-green one. The air whooshed out of me as he jerked my elbow and found myself wrapped in his warmth. I greedily wanted to hold onto his warmth for I was always so cold but I held myself tight.
 
"What are you going?" The words came out a strangled sound, just like my breath moments ago. I closed my eyes tight and dug my nails into my palms. 

"Hugging you, duh." he breathed near my ear and as soon as he embraced me his warmth was gone. I shook my head quickly and kept my eyes from his and turned walking away with still blurry eyes. I felt a pang go through me as I walked away and I told myself I was stupid. The air was colder to me for I had felt real warmth again and the night grew darker and darker to hide me from sight. 

Later that night after I had ate my dinner of broth and meat I fled to the clearing. I knew it was before ten so I was fine. I settled down at the edge of the river and unwrapped my feet and let them make circles in the water. I feeling of calmness washed over me and I felt like a loved da'len. I could have stayed like that the whole night if I could.

"All will be fine, emma'asha. Just believe in yourself, hold on tight." The soprano voice whispered into my ears and my eyes widened, I knew that voice. It belonged to mamae

I blinked quickly wondering if I really heard that or if I was going crazy. I looked up and turned when I heard slowly lazy footsteps walking into the clearing. I smiled up as my eye met red and blue and watched him sit beside me. 

"Berserkers are good in times of war." He said breaking the silence. I raised an eyebrow at him as I watched that strange expression he sometimes got when he looked at me, it for some reason made my skin crawl with fear but I never wavered under it. 
 
"How so?" I asked leaning back to look at the constellations and the waning moon.

"They are a big force used on the front line, they are a very important asset. They are like one huge malt coming down on the enemy." He said and his smile grew as his hands reached for mine. The sudden want of not wanting his skin on mine made me move back.

"I have no desire of contact today." I said moving more away form his oncoming hands and mouth. 

"Why?" He asked lazily from his spot a few inches from myself.

"Because I don't." I snapped glaring at him. 
 
"Is it because of a little hug that you got today?" He asked and I scoffed. 
 
"No! I am just not in the mood for affections today!" I snapped again and quickly shifted in my place as his eyes burned into my flesh. 

"Good, I wouldn't want you desiring any other," He purred and caught my face in his hands and his lips moved closer brushing my own." And you won't deny my touch again." He said and moved away, the proximity was quickly closed by his hand. Pain bloomed on my face as I fell to the dirt from the impact.

"Now look at what you did." He said with a sigh and pulled me up by my shoulders so I had to look at him. My face hurt almost as much as  when I had gotten the brand. 
 
"Now apologize." he commanded and I nodded my head and tried to look anywhere else.

"I apologize." I said with defeat, I knew when I was beaten. 
 
"Good." He purred and kissed my forehead like you would to a da'len. He got up and walked away like it was nothing leaving me on the ground. I stayed still for a few moments making sure he was gone and then crawled over to the river and cupped the freezing water to my swelling face. I held back tears as I got up and slowly walked to my living space. I didn't want to see their face, their pity when they see what happened but I walked anyway. 

                                                         I am going to survive anyway I can.
It's done. Wow, this may be the last update for about 7 weeks so enjoy it. This was so hard to write but I am looking forward to your reviews on what you think about this chapter. T.T should I put the Mature Content on this one?
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I can't wait for the next one!!! The creepy guy seems like such a JERK!!! Like, a really huge one :|

No, I don't think it needs mature content.