Poisoned Lips

38: Cerulean Cave

Not edited bc too lazy 😋 if you want a recap check the last chapter i think i did one. Happy reading!

Freyja pushed herself up, her head starting to pound. Her eyes adjusted to the dim area. Blue crystals glistened on the walls of the cavern. The ground was cold, wet, and rough. She realized she was in a large blue puddle of water.

Devland was groaning, clutching his hand. Meanwhile, Azalea was unconscious, hair floating in the water.

"Why do you trespass in the Cerulean Cave?" A distorted voice echoed in the cave.

Two hooded figures appeared in front of her. Their heads were slightly inclined, their hands were tucked into their sleeves, and their feet hovered on the ground.

"We...We're here for the cure." Freyja responded.

"The cure." The voice repeated. "The cure for what?"

"I...We're cursed. A witch cursed us."

The voice laughed, multiplying as it got louder.

An overwhelming sense of dread filled her.

"There is no cure," they said.

Freyja shook her head. "You can help us."

"Them, maybe. But not you. Poor child. Nobody can help you."

Freyja wasn't thinking, only staring.

"What do you mean?" Devland asked.

"Montaigne." They greeted. "We can help you...and Azalea. But this one..." They turned to Freyja. "You are not cursed. You are punished. If we take away the black magic from you, you lose your life."

"Punished?" Freyja asked with a small voice.

"Ah." They echoed, then cackled. "We will show you." They appeared beside Freyja.

Suddenly, Freyja found herself outside a hut in a forest. It was drizzling, and the clouds covered the moon. Two women appeared in front of her. They had their backs to her. It was her mother... and a witch. Her black veins pulsed under her almost translucent skin. Freyja didn't hear what they said, but she could see the witch place her staff on Cozbi's stomach. Then her mother fell.

Freyja gasped for air as she appeared back in the cave.

"What...what the hell was that?" She shouted.

"Your mother asked a witch for a baby. You."

"No...No my mother told me that I was..." Freyja's voice cracked.

Another hooded figure appeared. "When do we kill them?" Its distorted voice seemed to echo in her skull.

"Not yet." The first one responded. "Read them."

Freyja forced her face to fall into an emotionless expression. "Well, what can I do to erase my punishment? There must be something." Freyja stood up.

"Well, there is something." The second voice whispered to her. "Kill these two, and you will be forgiven. You shall be normal again. Just two mere lives for your happiness. Murder them with the dagger in your pockets."

Freyja glanced at Azalea. She was still unconscious. Devland was breathing heavily, holding his arm at a weird angle.

The voice whispered again. "It's either you or them. It's called a sacrifice. Their blood for your freedom."

Freyja grabbed her hair and moaned. She could do it. Devland was weak, and Azalea was unconscious. One quick move and they're dead. But how would she live with the guilt? These two people were her only friends. She couldn't do it.