Dark side (A Ralla fan fiction)

Trading Brain Power for Shiny Rocks

  (*runs in* ... I may have changed Stella's mother's name. *runs out*

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  Wait! *runs back in* And thank you to my friend Nat for the funny title! Okay! Remember to take care of yourself! Bye! *runs back out*)

We finally made it to Ceris' forcefield that hid her small home. Lyra and I hop off our horses. She goes to tie them to a fence post, while I walk up to the field.

  "I don't understand... if Ceris is dead... how is the forcefield still up?" I ask, touching the bubble that protected her house. The field made little ripples—like waves in a lake—upon contact.

Lyra walked up to me, her hands in her pockets. "This is the work of a spell I gave her when she first hid here. The barrier shouldn't last long though... maybe a few more days."

"Well... if the barrier's still up, how do we get in?" I ask.

The former spy took off her necklace and held it up to the forcefield. The field glowed bright before disappearing, leaving us with a horrid discovery. My hands clasp over my mouth and I feel tears well up in my eyes.

  Right there in front of the house was Ceris' blood-soaked body.

Before I could think, I ran over to her, and kneel down beside her as I scan her wounds. She had several deep cuts to her stomach and one across her heart, just like our visions shown. Ceris' unblinking eyes looked up at me, a cold, dead stare. I pick up her hand up from off the grass and hold it in mine as I sit in shock.

  Tortured in her last few moments of life... no one should have to die like that. I thought, recalling that vision. The sounds of her screams as that burning blade pierced her flesh. How horrible.

  I hear Lyra walk up behind me and take a seat across from me. She leaned over and closed Ceris' eyes, before proceeding to close her own. "Rest easy my queen..." She whispers.

  I sat there for what felt like forever trying to organize my thoughts, but I can't. The woman that raised me is lying here in a pool of her own blood. Before I could stop myself, I began sobbing over my mom's body.

Why was she given such a cruel fate. I thought. She shouldn't have gone like this... she shouldn't have been taken too soon. She still should have had centuries left of her life to live.Why... why so soon.

Lyra stood up and walks over to the shed, before coming back with two large iron shovels. She laid one next to me. "If you're ready..." She whispers, before digging a hole.

  I look over at my ally. Her face became pale, yet numb and vacant at the same time. She wasn't crying like I was, instead managed to keep all her tears and sobs in while she began to dig a hole (presumably to burry the fallen queen).

How is she able to remain so calm? She just walked in on her mentor's corpse just lying out to rot. How can she keep her composure on the outside, when she's screaming from within? I thought, wiping a tear from my face. I look between Ceris' body and Lyra before getting up, and picking up the shovel to help Lyra.

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  I place a single poppy on Ceris' grave, before standing beside my ally. Lyra's hands were intertwined with one another as she whispers her goodbyes to Ceris. I lay my hand on her shoulder, and close my eyes. The two of us were silent for a minute, before she pat my hand with her robotic one.

  "Okay... we should head inside. There should be some sort of clue in there." She whispers, looking over at me. I nod, before picking up my spear, and making my way to the house.