Anya

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

   Anya was conflicted on her feelings towards Dimitri. He was the reason as to why he was carrying her dead best friend but she knew, deep down anyway because she was not admitting it, that Dimitri did not do it on purpose.

   It was a lot easier to blame Dimitri and that was why she was. They shared a nice moment sat on that wet log but she could not let that cloud her judgement, Darya was still dead.

   They were halfway up the hill now, only about half an hour away. Anya needed to signal to her father about Dimitri so that they can capture him without Darya’s body being dropped in the process but she knew that if she stepped inside alone, her father would embrace her and not let her go or let her get a word in.

   Dimitri was still thinking about heading off as soon as he dropped Darya’s body off and Anya needed to stop that, he needed to learn that you do not go after her family and that including killing her best friend.

   She could not take the chance of Dimitri going back out there alone, then in a few months when he starts to miss his family and he can’t do anything about it he comes back after her family. She was not risking it, he was getting arrested and she was going to move on with her life and away from this horrid time she has had.

   Her parents would not let her off the hook for running away but she had come to the conclusion of not saying anything, she was not going to confess about Lara’s affair and she was going to take her being an eternal Princess on the chin, she couldn’t let it get to her.

   It hurt a lot at first, but she has had time to think and to put things into perspective. She was going to be the bigger person; she was not going to let Lara get in her way. Just because she will not be Queen does not mean that she still cannot change the lives of people in the Zafiro faction for the better.

   She has been sleeping rough for just over a week and she has felt the bone-shattering cold and heard the sound her stomach made when she was hungry – which was a lot of the time. She could not even comprehend what it must feel like to feel that all the time. She understood what they told her now and their cause was more important than ever before.

   Not being the Queen did not change that. She had already helped a lot of causes in the Zafiro faction and she was also working with her cousins to help improve the Girasol faction as it was not only the Zafiro faction that suffered. Even though the Zafiro faction was the worst of the lot, the other factions had their fair share of woes and she could still help those factions improve themselves for the better.

   As she thought more about the Zafiro faction, her mind almost blew up from the revelation that hit her; it made her stumble a few steps. Heinodis, there was always an old folks tale about Heinodis being the one to curse the Zafiro faction!

   She stood still on the path as she thought it all through. He really was real. She was stunned, flabbergasted. She barely processed Dimitri’s words when he told her about Heinodis, she did not think she wanted to but the matter of the fact was that he was real.

   This demon with whom she had been told was fake was as real as Dimitri was and that did not look good – especially for her family.

   She had always been told that some people may hate her family because of who they were. They would not care about who they were as people only that they represented something that they disliked. She was always told this and it was one of the main reasons as to why she was always with the common people because she wanted to change their minds.

   People were always the main threat. Growing up, to her, all dangerous threats had already been eliminated and she did not even have to think about demons and sorcerers because by the time she was studying them and their history, their numbers in Daighte were extremely low and sightings of one were years apart.