Broken Birds

Chapter Twelve - Forgive Me

Sara's POV:

I sat silently in my cell, waiting for Nyssa to save me. I know I'm still her beloved, surely she didn't mean what she said to me. Before she became the heir again, she seemed truly in love. I was her beloved. I am her beloved.

I sat upright as I heard the clanking of swords hitting each other. I raced to the bars of my cell and watched as Nyssa took out the five guards. She stopped before my cell, her dark eyes glaring at me.

"Nyssa, please, help me," I quietly mumbled as she heavily breathed. I noticed that her eyes were darker than usual. "Nyssa, let me out," I exclaimed as I pulled on the bars.

Suddenly, she stepped closer and growled "kill Sara Lance." She pulled on the metal bars, ripping them in two. I stepped back, watching Nyssa break through the bars of my cell.

She grasped the hilt of her bloody sword and pointed it at me. I knelt to the floor looking up at her "please Nyssa, don't do this to me." She growled, inching closer and closer.

I closed my eyes and whispered "I love you Nyssa, I'll never forget the day you saved me and nursed me back to health. You never gave up on me, you trained me until I could fight. I know this has been difficult but I love you. I'm your beloved and I always will be."

I looked at her dark eyes, shakily standing upright. "Nyssa Al Ghul, I'm not a broken bird, because you wouldn't let me be one. You made me strong and if killing me is what you have to do, then do it. I'd do anything for you Nyssa, I love you no matter what," I exhaled as I watched the blade move.

Her sword swiped in front of me. Her attacks become uncontrolled and angry. I stepped back, avoiding her blade. I picked up the two broken bars she had bent off my cell and held them in front of me. I blocked all of her attacks as she swiftly cut the air with her blade, but, she was too fast for me. After a few minutes of clumsily blocking her precise attacks, I fell to the ground.

Nyssa knelt in front of me, holding her blade against my neck. She stared into my eyes, breathing heavily. I watched as she leant closer, applying more pressure against my windpipe. "Kill Sara Lance," she whispered. I quickly leaned forward and pulled her in for a kiss before she could kill me.

She dropped the sword to the ground. Her eyes lightened slightly and her hands began to tremble. "S-Sara, what happened?" She asked as she observed the dead guards behind her. I smiled at her, pushing her dark hair away from her face and gently kissing her again. She looked down at the thin cut along my neck. "I-I did that?" She asked as her eyes dropped to the sword on the floor.

I stood up and held her hand, trying to get her to look into my eyes. "Nyssa, it's okay, you didn't mean it, you were under some sort of... I don't know, a spell?" She stepped back, taking a shaky breath. "Sara, I am so sorry." I smiled and kissed her gently again, feeling her hand softly graze my waist. I winced as she touched the bruises spreading across my back.

She pulled back and whispered "did I hurt you?" I slowly stepped forward "no, I'm fine" I whispered as I leant in to kiss her again.

She gently pressed a kiss to my lips, then to my forehead. "Allow me to heal your wounds, my beloved," she said as she held my hand and lead me up the cobblestone steps.

We finally entered her living quarters as she gently lifted me and placed me on the bed. She then turned away and made the herb paste she often used when I was injured. She then returned and applied the paste to the small cuts along my arms and on my neck.

"Sara, I must ensure your bruises are not fatal, do you mind?" She gently played with the edge of my t-shirt. I giggled "Nyssa, you've already seen everything." She smiled down at me and slowly lifted my shirt.

She then ran her warm fingertips down my abdomen until they gently rested against a bruise forming. Nyssa looked at the bruise then back up at me "I am so sorry, my beloved." I reached up and cupped Nyssa's cheek, wiping the thin stream of tears rolling down her face.

"I missed you calling me your beloved," I whispered as she pressed a kiss to my hand. She smiled down at me and said "you will always be my beloved."

She then stood up and filled a cup with water, then poured more of the herbs in it and stirred the mixture. "I know you dislike the flavour of this herb, Sara, but it is necessary for your recovery." I laughed as I took the cup "yes I remember you were mad last time I complained about it."

She swiftly sat next to me, a serious look on her face. "You would not have survived without this herb and from the moment I met you, I knew your survival was imperative." I took a sip of the earth tasting liquid. "We really have to work on your drink making skills, Nyssa." She laughed and took the empty cup from me.

"Are you feeling better, now?" She asked as she brought me a change of clothes. I sat upright and held her hands "yes, I am better, thank you for looking after me." She looked down at our hands and said "Sara, this is my fault, I should never have trusted my father." I held my hand up against her face, tilting her head to look at me, "Nyssa, you couldn't have known, besides he's your father, of course you trusted him."