?YOU SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOURSELF THAT NIGHT!She heaves.Wretched, worthless abomination. You are a curse!
?I know.
?I will make you beg for the shadows of the forgotten, she grits.As long as I live, I will make sure you never find peace. Iwill haunt you and imbue pain into every thread of your soul. I am going to make you regret –
?Her last word ends on a choke. Her face trembling before twisting into frozen agony as something below her skin ripples.
?Then I scent it. Somehow being able to transpire past the lines of time and realms of the past.
?Burning bones on a pyre.
?Past the blood witch and Thorne’s father is a little girl with silky straight white hair pulled over her shoulder and sorrowful eyes as she watches the blood witch. She looks like a child, no more than ten, with her left hand clenched.
?The blood witch chokes again as her nails claw at her chest and then her knees hit the floor.
?Es – daughter, wh-what. Her mouth opens on a silent scream and begins writhing.Ess. . . Esmirra. Stop.
?The little girl does not stop.
?As long as you live, she whispers, tears beginning to stream down her face.So I will make sure you do not.
?Mr. Arcturus glances between the three of us, his bloodred eyes lingering longer on me. He does nothing to stop the little girl as she continues killing her mother. As the bone witch kills the blood witch. As Esmirra of Ebony, my Nana, kills this woman who is a forgotten goddess.
?When she’s finished, the little girl looks up at me. Her hand unclenching as she stares at me with milky white iris’s and reverence.
?You will face more than you should, my mother does not need to add to it. You will bring our deliverance.
?I shake my head.I’m not a god.
?An inner light sparks behind her milky gaze.You are not a vampyr.
?I shut everything and lock it all as tightly as I can.
?I am nothing.
?She tilts her chin up and smoke fogs the room disorientating it. Shadows shift and that presence above weighs heavier. I feel a haunting urge to rip this costume off of me and scrub my hair until I am myself again. Until I feel like myself once more, with my familiar scars and my pink eyes and my sapphire blue and rosy colored hair.
?Mavyn.
?My name is whispered.
?Mavyllora.
?He’s never said that version of my name before, but it sounds like it always does, nonetheless. A plea. A wish. Begging to be believed, to be remembered.
?He says it. My name.
?But for all the times he’s whispered it like a prayer, I’ve never been able to remember his name.
?Forgotten God of Blood Moons.
Nineteen
Thorne – Novam 21
I wonder if she’ll hate us. I wonder what she’ll think.
?We are not strictly connected to the rebellion, but we are not strangers to their leader or his trusted. Alexandros, after all, had attended the university alongside Varian, Castiel, and Percius. Rovan I’m sure would have been even closer to all of them as well if he had studied here instead of Moiraio Academy in Corr.
