❝𝐊𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬❞

📚book idea📚

  "Why?" Chess asked with a quivering voice "why do I have to do this? Why not other people? I'm not a good   I'm not smart, I'm not brave, I'm not even fast-thinking! WHY am I the guinea pig for your experiment to inherit  the power, to be a hero?!"- she cried out loud. The wound in her stomach started to throb, making the girl feel like she was burned from the inside. "Good", she thought, "burn me, so I don't have to deal with it all". She couldn't even stand, legs failed her and soon she was on her knees, on the stony floor of the abandoned ruins of the Field Castle. Chess woke up here, already wounded. Did she fall onto something, or did Soveil stab her? She couldn't remember. They were fighting, weren't they?

"Oh, sweetheart," Soveil scoffed. She wasn't sure, though. He could be just coughing, the wind was making too much noise. But now, he was coming closer to her, then he was kneeling in front of her. Now they were face to face.  This monster was smiling, carrying the Wheel of Fortune and the Boundary Knot in his hands like they were  some kind of a snack. "You're really doubting yourself there, are you?" Soveil sounded like the old himself. Like when he told her to don't worry. Or made cute jokes about Advertiser. Now, Advertiser was dead. But, the sound... she could almost feel it's waves struck her body. No. it wasn't her teenage friend's vox. Soveil was emanating with power. But he was strangely calm, even caring about how she felt.

 "I've always seen that in you, lack of  interest in possessing artefacts or power from magical objects. You were so upset about your abilities, but, still, you never wanted to reach out for strength. I don't understand you," he shrugged his shoulders. "Well, that's kind of funny. We're so much different from each other, are we! I always desired the power you could have just by the snap of fingers, but was it so bad to want something? The world with me as the God of Fortune would be so much better" he stared deeply into Chess's eyes. His glare was... gentle? Like he was telling her "you know it would".  

"Well, I tried, but it seems I'm a bit...too hollow for being a god," his voice cracked with despair, Chess noticed his grip tightening on the Wheel. He was wearing leather gloves, but in the chink between them and the sleeve of his shirt, the skin had an unhealthy, green-ish colour. Did he...? "Cheshire, look at me" called Soveil "I want you to be happy, okay?".

"Yeah, having me here for incubating the power in me with the Knot and using me to control and destroy the world is a really fun way to make me happy" she mocked him. He can't fool her again. "I lost too much because of you. Get screwed," she spitted on the ground. Her eyes widened, when she noticed blood in the spit. Great. What now? Another army of flying scissors on the battlefield? 

"You're wounded pretty badly" Soveil noticed.

"Try to touch me, I dare you" she growled. "I will bite you".

"But... I just want to help you!" 

"Fool yourself, you crappy imitation of a human!" Chess yelled. Red, flashing lights were dancing under her eyelids, pain in the stomach started to move on her legs and chest. It stopped throbbing, now it was pulsing and making her nauseous. "Because of you Addie is dead!"

"What? I've never said that you should kill Advertiser. You did that, anyway. What came to your mind? I only was sharing my opinion! He was starting to get out of hand, started to be more like... like me," he tilted his head down.

"You've said..." her voice broke. "You've said I should do something to him. Get rid of him. That he'll do the same to me if I don't".

"And then you poisoned him".

"I-"

"Chess, how would I know?" he asked. "I meant get rid of as leaving him! He was hurting you and controlled you, just because he was too scared that one day you will end his ridiculous deeds! He wanted to control the power of the Wheel to destroy the Oracle, then the world. I don't want that. I want to make the world be a better place! To be safe in it! I'd love to... have you with me. You're still my beloved one, you know? Nobody needs to die anymore".

"N-no," Chess stuttered. "The Oracle is bad, they started to kill innocent people! They made all of us suffer. Addie wanted peace... like you!"

"Why are you trying to excuse him, sweets?" Soveil raised his hand slowly, placing it on Chess's cheek. She didn't move away. Suddenly, she felt tired. Why was she so mad at him? She did kill Addie. He was right. She just... didn't want to be hurt by someone again! Didn't want her own brother to leverage her, leave her. She wanted to trust somebody, but then she learned the truth. She was angry at Advertiser, wasn't sure of his intentions. Her mind wasn't clear when she added poison in the cup with his favourite tea. 

"Advertiser was family, I loved him", she murmured sadly. "Why did all of this happen? Why me? Why our family needed to collapse?" several tears fell from her dry eyes, making her blink uncontrollably. She felt like a child whose parents left him at the grocery shop. How pathetic. 

"Chess. My love. Please. You know I can heal you by connecting the Wheel with you", the man begged. "I understand, you're afraid to have this power. But I believe in you. I won't let you down. Hell, did I ever do that? I'm sorry for taking the Wheel. I'm sorry for fighting with you. I... was lost. I didn't know which side were you on. I  thought I could do everything without you, but I was wrong. Please." He put the Artefacts away and took her hands. His were warm, even with gloves on. "I want you to be by my side. Together, we can make this world a better place to live. Chess, I know you've lost too much. I know you feel like you have nobody. But it's not true in the end. Now, you have me, alright? We'll finally be happy. We will do all those things we wanted, like go to that park, feed the ducks... we'll get ice cream! Aaaand you'll get a bath," he laughed faintly. "No one will ever love you the way I do. I promise, Cheshire".

She raised her eyes and he found a little trust in them. He smiled. He had to encourage her. 

"Together?" he asked.

She hesitated a little bit, but then weakly smiled back. 

"Together".

ⲯ﹍︿﹍︿﹍ 𝚃𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚔𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚘ż𝚎 𝚋𝚢ć 𝚙𝚛𝚣𝚢𝚓ę𝚝𝚢 𝚓𝚊𝚔𝚘 ć𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚣𝚎ś𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊. 𝙾𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚒𝚘 𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚣𝚊𝚙𝚢𝚝𝚊ł 𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚎, 𝚓𝚊𝚔 𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚊ł𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚓ę. 𝚉𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚠𝚊ł𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚞 𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚓 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚢. 𝙱𝚢ł 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎, 𝚋𝚘 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚍𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊ł𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚒ę 𝚣𝚊 𝚌𝚘ś 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚘. 𝙼𝚘ż𝚕𝚒𝚠𝚎, ż𝚎 𝚋ę𝚍ę 𝚓𝚎𝚜𝚣𝚌𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚍𝚢𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊ć, 𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚓𝚍𝚣𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚊. 𝚆𝚌𝚒ąż 𝚜𝚒ę 𝚞𝚌𝚣ę, 𝚠𝚒ę𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚔𝚒 𝚝𝚎ż 𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚗𝚢. 𝚄𝚣𝚗𝚊𝚓ę 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚔 𝚣𝚊 ś𝚠𝚒ę𝚝𝚘, 𝚒ż 𝙺𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚣𝚢ł𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚊ć 𝚌𝚘ś 𝚠𝚒ę𝚌𝚎𝚓 𝚗𝚒ż 𝟸𝟻𝟶 𝚜łó𝚠! Łą𝚌𝚣𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚣 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚔ą 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚣 𝚠𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚍𝚣𝚒 𝚌𝚘ś 𝚘𝚔𝚘ł𝚘 𝟷𝟷𝟼𝟶. 𝙲𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚣𝚢 𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚛ó𝚠𝚗𝚒𝚎ż 𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚝, ż𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚠𝚛ó𝚌𝚒ł𝚊 𝚣 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚊 (𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚜𝚣𝚎 𝚠𝚢𝚖𝚊𝚠𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚒ę, ż𝚎 𝚌𝚣𝚎𝚐𝚘ś 𝚣𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚊ł𝚊 𝚒 𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚔𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚔ę). ﹍ⲯ﹍ⲯ﹍︿﹍☼

❝*𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞*...𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲...?❞

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