Cold Skin {ON HOLD}

III

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" mother, please say something. " I pleaded her with teary eyes. I couldn't believe my own eyes . Father was forcing me to enter the sematary.

The huge building, dark walls with dark sky havering it , it stood tall infront of my eyes , calling me to bleed .

" It has to be the flesh " the voices in head reached my ears.

Its been known the person selected for the sacrifice would hear voices 3 moons before it had to be performed. At first, I didn't know about it since it was kept as a secret so anyone that would encounter such act would ask the head master about it .

I tried to silence the voices for full 2 moons but they kept increasing. Atlast I gave up. Nothing can break my heart than the thought of my father being the prime reason of my condition.

I didn't know what would happen once I enter the cemetery, but i will not die. I was determined not to give my life to there filthy groups of witches.

After ending all the struggle due to lack of energy , I surrendered to my father. I looked at my mother, right beside me as she held my arms.
She hadn't said anything since both of my parents found out about the sacrifice.

I knew she could never go against father. For what my father had done for her, she couldn't stand against him , not even to defend her daughter.

~Dream ended ~

I woke gasping for air. A sharp shooting pain hit me , I saw my feet bleeding. I was not in the same tall building, I was in the middle of some street. I don't know what happened to me . How I ended up here. With one leg almost disable and bleeding feet , I tried to stand up.

There were burning sheet and tent across the whole street. I saw no venders behind the counters. It looked I was in the middle of Market Street before it was burnt down. I took a few step, to find something to shut my growling stomach..

I do now know what else is going to happen to me . It's only few days that I fled from my village, and i ended up in slavery and now I am into the middle of buring streets .

I was now sure , there was an ongoing war in the kingdom. It meant I had even less chance of survival. Soon solders of the winner Kingdom would March the streets ans kill each and every one who isn't not native to them .

Tears formed in my eyes , with so much pain in my limbs I couldn't afford to walk another steps. For a moment , I accepted my fate. May be I was destined to die , either in the village as a sacrifice or here in the street like a traitor to my own people..

There was one possibility though. I could use a healing spell to fix my broken leg and feet. But , it would lead to the Headmaster knowing my location.

What possible bad could happen to me in a kingdom through war. I am certain, my people wouldn't dare to come here , atleast not at this time . They love their lives more than anything in this world.

I tried to find a suitable place and a knife to perform the spell as I would require a sacrifice. To heal this kind of injury I knew I was going to bleed a lot.

My March was endless, I crossed few more streets like a cripple. There was a soldier that I was about to encounter, but luckily I acted to be death and he bought it . Why not , I already look like half dead.

There were wooden houses ,I can across with. Some of them were not blazing. I took a chance to peak in one of them and get something to relieve my pain or get a knife for the spell. I had to take my chances, there might be some men of the other party, ready to rape me in this crippling state or there could some native people who wouldn't or would help me .

The gate had a cross sign on it , I instantly knew they were some religion people who lived there. The room was dark, it was a good sign . There was nobody in here.

I was again lucky, to find many knives on the kitchen , some of which was painted with blood. There had been a blood shed .

I searched for water which I found . Now I had started to feel like God wanted me to suffer . He just gave enough to be alive.

Sitting on the small wooden chair , i kept my leg on the table , I started the spell
, "Visico hellio "  and cut my palm. 

I knew it would work in a few moments. The wound started to heal and the pain went away . I finally took a sigh of relief. . I looked around the house , I deserved a good sleep for atleast a night.

I planned taking anything that I could use to my advantage and flee from here as soon as possible. Thinking about all the old good time , I slept in no time .

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"I was cold , it felt so nice on my body . Someone just held my hands. .

Those hands were so warm .I had mixed feelings about it ...

Was I in heaven. .. did I die last night.   The cold breeze again hit me. .. I was astonished by it ..

A hart hit across my jaw, ....smashh.."

I woke up  with my hands tied with a rope. An old man , white cap and cross of Jesus around his neck , ahaa. I knew a priest..

It was a house of a priest.  The bucket he used to splash the chilly water on my face , seemed now empty. I was sure my tooth was bleeding for the strong hit..

" Who are you , why am I tied ?" I asked , pretending to know nothing about him or the place. I knew what will happen to me now. If he gathered enough public , for the show , I was going to burnt alive .

He didn't answered nor did he looked at me. My fate was near. I was scared at hell. I knew if I didn't untie myself , this man would soon be the death of me .