𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑎𝑤𝑛 | 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐍

8⋆☾⋆A novel enemy

All of my senses were suddenly dialed to eleven and purely on instinct I dashed back, quick enough to see he had my shining silver coloured knife in his hand and was swinging it at me...

With one agile movement I unsheated my own dagger and held it tightly. The knife flew right past me and with a sudden wave of freezing nausea striking me I turned around, just in time to see it hit a tall man's chest. He was clothed as if he were to attend a funeral of a person that had died under mysterious circumstances, but it would later turn out he'd murdered them all along.

There was a loud thud and a groan, like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. The initial minor heart attack had passed as I'd seen the long black cape that was flowing behind the man. It hadn't been Gilan. I silently muttered a 'thank god', then hurriedly scrambled to my feet and still grippeling my weapon, I inspected my little brother who had a cool smile on his lips.

He dusted off his pants and chuckled. "Man, I've been wanting to do that for weeks now. He was such an asshole."

I kept my distance, but my gaze fixated on him, but didn't reply. We'd actually been told to bring him back alive.

"Come on sis, where's the victory celebration, didn't you need this guy gone?" Steven asked as he got up.

"That," I nodded towards Foldar's lifeless corpse, lying a bit further away, "was a bit harsh, don't you think? I was thinking more we let him rot away in a dungeon."

"Where, here? In Heathcliff?" my brother snorted. "He'd probably have bought himself out and a few weeks later you'd have to catch him again. I just saved you a lot of time."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

His eyebrows shot up. "Oh, you didn't know?" The amount of cockiness and ego he spoke with was really bothering me, but I decided to let it slide. "The Baron and Foldar were quite the buddies. Yeah he was a frequent guest at our camp."

Even though I reallly hated to admit it and admitting it felt wrong, I knew he was right and that we were better off with Foldar dead. But still there were too many questions left unanswered.

"What were you even doing with Foldar? He was a long way from Redmont." Unknowingly I'd talked to him in a tone that our mother had always used when she suspected us of misschief.

Immediately I noticed all his features tensing up and whereas he'd been so relaxed moments before, leaning against a tree, now he'd straightened his back and a specific look sparkled in his eyes that I couldn't quite place.

"I actually haven't been home for a while."

Once again I furrowed my brows, but stayed silent, to encourage him to continue.

"Mom kicked me out of the house when I told her that I wouldn't continue the 'family buisness' and about a year ago I went back, to check up on everyone, but our house was empty. I don't know where they've gone."

My heart stopped coldly for a moment. "What?!"

Steven then looked me directly in my eyes and said, a bit softer than before: "I need your help, tracking them down."

"I-" I glanced over my shoulder at Gilan, who seemed to be talking to the wounded bandits over by the fire, then back at my brother, "I mean, well, I can't just leave now, but maybe-"

"Holy shit!" he interrupted, his face starting to heat up like it could burst at any moment. "You're still making excuses!"

"I'm not! I'm just-"

"I thought this could've been something we'd do together, you know. Take out our parents, finally give us the life we deserve. But you never did care."

I was about to start defending myself again, when I suddenly stopped in the middle of my train of thought and went back over what he'd said. "Take out mom and dad?"

"Yeah, like—" he dragged a finger along his throat-"out."

A sudden weight drastically dragged down my stomach like a stone falling to the bottom if the sea. My lunch starting coming back up as this unsettling feeling froze over my mind. I rested one hand on my stomach and with the other I searched something to lean on, but to no avail.

"No, nonono, no- No you can't-" I had to pause because a sudden punch of sickness had hit me right in between my ribs, making me taste a burning acid in the back of my mouth- "do that."

"I know. But you can."

"I won't."

"What's the difference between them and for instance a Foldar? They tortured us, told us they wish we would've died instead of Dew and repeatedly tried to sell us to slave traders; how is that less of a crime than anything he's done?"

I shook my head, trying to get all of the memories he was spitting at me to fall out. Unconsciously my left hand had moved to my hip, where I could still feel the burn mark I'd gotten on one occasion. Another hand brushing against my right, that was still longing for support, snapped me out of the trance I was in.

When I raised my gaze to see who it was, a huge relief washed over me. It was Gilan. Then I quickly dashed it over to look at Steven again, but he wasn't there anymore.

"Where is Steven, is he okay?" My mentor worriedly asked while scanning the area for him.

I'd wanted to answer him, but as soon as I'd opened my mouth all that was coming out was some gibberisch and a few loud sobs. My breathing was quick, with every quick inhale I still felt like there wasn't enough air. Gilan hastily wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my shoulder. He constantly kept whispering that it was going to be okay and that I should take my time.

The moon had moved at least a turn when my raging storm had finally turned into a, still light, but still cloudy sky.

"I need to find my parents before Steven does."

"Why?"

"Because he'll kill them."

My family was messed up. Seriously messed up.

A/N:
Hi guys!! AAAAAAAAA THERE ARE SO MANY NEW READERS WELCOME!!!❤️❤️ I'm honestly so tired right now and I hope you guys enjoyed this pretty short chapter :) oh and for all the new peeps: Friday is my update day, so you can most of the time expect an update then! Have a great weekend <33
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