I MARRIED A CUPID

15 : STEALING ARROWS

CHAPTER 15

AILA

I watch as Caelon takes a step back and doubled over. Emyr hastily rushed towards him, “Do you still hurt? I must help you brew the medicine. You can’t ignore this, Caelon.”

“Oh, Emyr. Her words…when she said that she hated me, she really means it to hurt this much. She doesn’t how much power she holds on me now that she is my half.”

I gasp, ‘Did I really hurt him by saying that? He is bluffing, I am sure.

Emyr helped him back to the sofa and held out an arrow that resembles the one I use. I frown in confusion, watching Emyr as he studied the arrow,  “The scroll apparently pertains to your fate and Aila’s. The only thing to do now is to inform her about it. I will think of ways to prevent you from suffering while she pierces your heart-”

What?

“So, she should really do it? Shoot the arrow at me?” there’s no mistaking the tremble in Caelon’s voice as he speaks. Emyr nodded once and continued, “I’m afraid, yes. There is no way around this.”

“She would kill me, then?”

Emyr paused, and said, “Yes,” he said, “Caelon, it is essential that you will do this. We are trying to put an end to this lifelong curse. I believe—”

 

“But I don’t want to die,” Caelon answered, crossing his arms.

“Then what do you suggest that we do? Ask her to pierce it on her chest instead? You can’t do that! She is still your wife.”

So, it’s me or him?

I rested my back upon the door and breathe out. I thought that when I married him, their suspicion of me killing Caelon would disappear but no. They still depend on that scroll. I am going to end up killing Caelon because it is written in a piece of paper!  

I couldn’t listen to this anymore.

I marched up the stairs in frustration, opening the other doors with the spare arrow I have come to possess before falling back on the bed. I snuggled with the pillow and curled up, pulling the blanket over me as I stared outside the window, the pale moonlight casting an eerie glow inside the room.

I had hurt Caelon with my words and now they wanted me to pierce an arrow at his chest and possibly kill him. He’s a Dieuoubliè, and me piercing him will be his end. Are they mental? Why are they asking me to do such a horrible thing?

And Caelon – he sounds so scared when he speaks about me and how I will be the reason of his death. Is he going to hate me now because I am bound to kill him in the end? No matter what relationship we had, whether I am his wife or not, he will meet the same end upon my hands.

I have to do something.

*

The room was dark that I knocked over a stack of books on the floor. It was hard to navigate the room because it is unfamiliar to me though I was able to find the arrow instantly, thanking its powerful essence that draws me near.  I hastily took it and was about to walk away when I saw the scroll lying on top of the table. Out of pure curiosity, I read the inscription, “For he who fell on earth because of love will suffer the same fate once again, an endless life only to be ended by the wielder of the arrow whom he greatly defended against heaven and hell.”  I frowned down at the ripped part; the prophecy was incomplete.