Blood of Water and Light

𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟: ℂ𝕪𝕣𝕒

When the bomb blew up in the middle my sword had gone flying and I crashed into the dirt. In my delirious state I remembered hands grabbing me, but no faces to match them. They took me through the smoke and then through a doorway where the smell was less intrusive. They lifted my arms and cold metal wrapped around my wrists.

I tried to fight and move, but I was no match for them. My body was against me and made slow predictable movements. A moment went by and my vision seemed to clear mostly and I saw four men in the blood red of Nigra. At their feet were hounds that looked like shadows, but also wolves. They had glowing yellow eyes with no pupils and they were drooling black goo. The slime dropped onto the ground and sizzled eating the wood flooring.

A new man stepped into the room, Ganders. He was in all pale colors in the nicest materials. He had weapons strapped around him. His mouth curved into a small smirk.

"I knew you were real as soon as he stole a ship and now I want the sword well Nigra wants it" he said.

"Unfortunately I don't have it why don't we call it a day?" I said letting my sassiness out.

"I want her broken" Ganders said looking at his men.

One of the other men grabbed a hammer. He hovered in front of me before crouching down low. Before I could say more or even think he slammed it into my knee. I screamed as shattering sound echoed and pain flooded my leg. He moved towards my other leg lifting his arm.

"If you hurt me Achelios will never give you what you want, he doesn't want a broken summoner well not one that can't walk" I said quickly and frantic.

"Stop" Ganders said and the man stepped back.

"sir what do we do then?" the man asked.

"Beat it out of her as long as she's half alive" Ganders said before him, his men and dogs walked elsewhere.

He walked up to me and started slamming his fist into my body and face. My vision kept blocking out until it went out for good.

* * *

Cold water splashed into my face as I woke up, "I do know where the sword is I remembered the island somewhere" I said quietly.

A fist slammed into my face again. My entire body jerked against the raw pain. My face burned and hurt as did my leg. I was a survivor. I was a survivor. I could not break.

Ganders walked up to me his eyes searching mine, "You are not like other worlders you lack the ability to break".

"What can I say I am passed salvage and you cannot break something already broken" I said spitting blood at his face.

He wiped it away as if he'd been spit on by a pig, "But you can shatter its pieces".

Time passed by slowly and I kept telling them the island. It was on the island. They never bought it, but eventually they all scrambled away to let me fester.

I closed my eyes disappearing into my head as pain ravaged my body. Hands grabbed me and I started to whimper and shake.

"Shh dove its me" Achelios said softly.

Since when did that man give out such nicknames?

"Hounds...Ganders" I sputtered.

My arms were released and I sank into Achelios arms and I yelped out in pain. I wrapped my arm around him as he started to rush out.

He carried me into a hallway each bounce of his steps made me feel like my leg was falling off. Shouts and growls filled the halls and behind us I saw figures and then gunshots. A lifted my hands and started moving them I could feel through the walls and the air. I grabbed the water in the men and pulled it towards me and then the shots silenced into gagging.

The hounds howled and kept running their paws silent on the floorboards beneath them. I turned to look ahead as the two of us burst through the door.  The hounds stopped dead in their tracks.

The sunlight was harsh against my eyes. I covered them and saw a carriage with Sam and Abby at the bench in the front. Sam jumped down and opened the door and helped haul me inside. Achelios set me down and suddenly we were moving.

Winston sat across from us with his bottles. I wondered when he had arrived here in this town. He leaned over and examined my leg.

"It's been shattered I can try to heal it it might take time since my powers are not the best" Winston said.

He hovered his hands over my knee and moved them as I had. I felt the pain begin to ease very slowly as the bone was knit back together. He looked breathless when he pulled his hands away.

I let out a small gasp of relief letting my leg relax. A dull ache was all that remained of the injury. That and the memories that went with it. Achelios came to save me. No doubt after Sam begged him to do it.

"Give me your supplies" Achelios demanded.

Winston dug through his pack and pulled out thick cloths and other various items. He handed them to Achelios and he grabbed the side of my face so gently I didn't know if it was him or not. He never seemed soft with anything, except for me.

I could no longer deny the way my heart stopped when his blue eyes looked into mine. The way he seemed to worry over me. He defended me and risked his life for me. At the same time I had a world to get back to.

I winced when a cloth touched my tender flesh. His blue eyes jolted as if it pained him as much as it did me. He continued to dab at the various wounds to my face. Eventually he decided it was enough and rested his hands in his lap. The cloth was almost completely red with blood. 

Any ease in my soul left and filled into anger. I wanted to throttle Ganders slowly taking drop by drop of water from his body.

"Cyra look at me he will get what he deserves" Achelios said making me snap back to the world.

"I will give him hell I will destroy him in ways he couldn't imagine, if he did this to me how many others?" I said my jaw tight.

"Leave the plans to me and you will get what you want" Achelios said gently.

"It might not make you feel better" Winston chimed in.

A part of me wanted to punch them both and that's when I truly woke up. They had not hurt me. I let my fists lose and water dropped onto the floor. Winston was right revenge never made anyone feel better for long.