Song of Loss and Hope

Chapter Three

Stumbling I tried to bring as much distance between me and what I created as possible. Sobbing I said out loud: "No, no, no. I don't want that!"

And as if there was an invisible force my brother once more collapsed into himself, the life again leaving him. I stumbled back until I reached a wall. Sliding down there, I pulled my knees to my face and laid my head on top of them. Pulling my arms around my legs, my pity position was perfect.

Crying I asked myself, how that could happen. I asked myself, what I did there. Why had this have to happen? Why did he have to die?

There were several guardians positioned around the unit and several spies who were supposed to warn us and still they got into here and killed my brother and probably many more.

I sat up quickly. My partents, Myra! Running the stairs down to the floor, I raced to the room my birthday was celebrated. How ridicilous insignificant that now seemed.

While running I listened for any sounds like metal clashing or screams. It seemed as if there weren't any. But I can not let that fool me. So hurrying the way, I kept myself alerted.

Finally being there I froze. Everywhere were cadaverous of rebels as well as Royals. Latter clearly in smaller numbers. This is a massacre, it dawned me. A blood slaughter made because of the envy of a king and a queen that are not supposed to even be here. A bloodbath caused by imposter to the crown. Heartless and power hungry monster.

As I looked around, red hair drew my attention to it. Runnig towards her I fell on my knees. She was dead. Just as everyone else in this room. A dagger was still in her chest. The lovely yellow dress she wore torn apart by the violence she hated so much. A puddle of red staining her.

My beautiful bestfriend who almost always had a smile on her lips is dead. Who I had made plans with and laughed with not an hour ago. Gone. Gone like Alais, gone.

Laying there her face was not relaxed nor peaceful. No. One could see the fear and hurt on her face. It was cruel to see. Why? Why she and not them? Anger now settled besides my biggening sorrow.

Could she truly find peace when she had to go in such a cruel way?

Sinking down once more I felt my world collapse. Seeing her dead, my brother dead and knowing that most likely everyone here is dead I sank to my knees. All the feeling ripping on my heart, hurling it, stretching and finally tearing it apart.

I cried so long that no tears where left to cry.

When my tears were petering out I tried to pull myself together. No need for me to also die. I did not want to disappoint the people who most believed in me.

When I felt like I could not shatter any more, could not have a deeper sorrow. I got up and made my way to look for my parents dead body. How I know they are dead? I can feel it. Feel the void in the air, the lack of life and the silence that followed when a soul leaves a body.

Wandering through the building I noticed that I must have sat there longer than I anticipated, the morning already begun when I found them. Being too empty to feel more than what I was already torturing my heart I did not cry when I found them. I simply sank down next to them and stayed there. Lost in memories and hate towards who made me lose all.

I don't know how long I sat there but in all this chaos of death and brutality I must have felt asleep because the next thing I remember was being waked by voices.

"They are all dead!", a male voice exclaimed.

"You don't know that!", a female voice replied. "We must check everywhere."