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╭┈───── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
╰┈➤ ❝ [𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣] ❞
Humans cannot help but fear what they do not understand. It's an inescapable truth, something that has been engraved on everyone's flimsy minds following birth.
One of these inescapable truths is the existence of Grisha, who are also human but holds the power to cause mayhem whenever they want to. But like the land of Ravka since the rise of its darkest ages, there are two sides to Grisha, and those who see them as a threat, like the Fjerdans, have probably not grasped the notion that Grisha can be valuable too.
And because of their own fear - the Fjerdans, Ravkans have been able to embrace, although not fully, the ability and convenience of Grisha to their own army because of one man from many centuries ago, the Black Heretic.
Alongside the time of this grand acceptance that has been written in history books, there is a time when Grisha was nothing but a low number of anomalies hiding in the shadows. There had been an entity given life by the hearts of those oppressed but ironically it was on the other side of the border.
In the nation of Fjerda, where Drüskelle is to perform witch hunts, killings, and trials because of their belief that all Grisha is evil. A tale was told, passed from the generation of kings to their heirs - a prophecy that has been concealed as a fairytale to hide the truth that there will come a time where a Grisha with obscure prowess unknown to all will rise from the unnecessary blood spilled of her kind.
She will bathe herself with the misery-filled cries of other Grisha she had heard and make it her most stalwart source of strength that will help her drive her hands up the starless sky and with force, she will leave her enemies breathless, motionless, soon-to-decay-body on their own lands.
Yet again, humans fear what they cannot understand. So, the words of someone unknown that had been whispered to the ears of a royal family who could not care less for their disciples will never be heard. Hence, the prophecy slowly came true given the birth of fear from the northernmost nation bordering Ravka.
Their ignorance from the force of nature and grueling actions for Grisha served as a means to the soon-to-come bloodbath, they ought to hope that it is not an inescapable truth.
"Senia..." whispered in the wind.
Senia looked up to the Darkling's eyes for a second before turning around and moving her hands to reach above Ivan's head, her fingers being the sole cause of one angered volcra silenced to the ground.
"And that could have killed Ivan. I'm glad to know that you appreciate my help, you're welcome General." Her fiery eyes of grey contradict the taunting tone of her voice and tiny smirk.
The said General Kirigan gritted his teeth from annoyance. He had two conflicting notions from where his annoyance stemmed, it was either by the fact that he wasn't the one to react quickly and show his astounding capability to everyone or that he felt his heart slightly jump out of its cage by the sight of Senia's back turned against him.
Their conversation was cut short by the sudden silence, it was as if the volcras around them have never been. The Darkling signaled for the squaller to continue on sailing, Zoya, the beautiful Grisha in a blue kefta only nodded her head.
They all continued as nothing had happened, the Darkling presumed his position beside the Sun Summoner leaving Senia with his other trusted Heartrender beside her once again.
"I should just tear this down now." Alina spoke in a hurried voice.
"And what can you really do on your own?" The Darkling reminded Alina that she does not hold her own power anymore but he does.
Alina looked into the Darkling who had a cautious look on his face his hand on his chest showing the bone of the stag embedded in him.
"Besides, it would be a monumental waste of power." The Darkling looked behind them to the ambassadors and intentionally tried to catch the sight of the pale grey eyes that haunts his mind like the howling of every volcra.
Alina looked at him to see that his attention was on someone else. She was distraught for a moment, to see that her friend had maybe caught the attention of the most powerful man in Ravka who had inevitably betrayed her.
While the two summoners in front of Senia are talking seriously, she and Ivan had remained calm beside each other. Trusting that the multitude training they have done away from the other Grishas in the little palace can save them from impending doom.
Breaking of bones and painful groans can be heard inside one of the secluded rooms in the little palace. The room offers no comfort as it is bare from any furniture and windows to seek some views, although the roof above is made of glass and can shower them with light.
Through day and night, Ivan gave Senia no choice but to receive his dirty tricks. Senia had experienced the breaking of her bones in her legs and arms, sometimes her ribs if Ivan feels exceedingly joyful, she had her lungs snatched of air while receiving punches in her face.
"If it isn't a joy to spend time with you, Ivan. I could not wish for more." Senia once said sarcastically to the man who had her pinned on the floor. Both of them breathing ruggedly from the intense fight that had just finished.
Ivan glared at her heatedly, "Shut up."
These were the days that Senia had no proper training as a Grisha. She had only known how to fight with her fist thanks to the first army training she had gotten.
And every day that they get out of their training room, they both will be spotted alongside one another - closing the distance between them they walk as the days go on. Senia and Ivan will receive respectful greetings or frightened nods from every other Grisha that will come across them who will have the pleasure of seeing their bruised and bloodied bodies trudging to the healers, Senia more than Ivan.
But Senia was not born to be a failure, after a few days of being with Ivan, or rather being beaten by the Heartrender. She had learned how to use her fist only when her ability to damage Ivan's internal organs fails her, which had been a rare sight ever since.
Inside the moonlight-filled room, they will train for hours on end and not a single blood will grace the marble floors not a single scratch visible on both their faces.
They will only stop when a knock will be heard from the locked door. Senia will look at Ivan letting him know that she will not be the one to open the door and Ivan shall open it himself but not without giving her a sneer, it being the cause of the smirk she will bear on her sweaty pale face.
And there he will present himself, the man of the hour. The Darkling will then stay, order them both to go on.
"Don't stop on my account." His velvety voice will resonate inside the bare room. His eyes glowing from the moonlight that shined on it.
He will watch as Ivan and Senia try their best to land attacks on one another but failing to do so. Yet, a small smile will form on Ivan's lips from the thrill he feels from fighting his match. This will not go unnoticed by the Shadow Summoner as it is a rare sight to see the stoic Ivan offer a smile to their newest addition to the Grisha that not even the Sun Summoner had seen upon her arrival.
