Evil & Love

Drowning

A breath. A dark turn. An insatiable feeling that everything was wrong. That she was wrong.

Why me? Why is this pain necessary? Why does it have to be me? Keilylia thought. 

Her heart was heavy. Her breath was unsteady. Her mind’s monsters were attacking. None of it made sense. None of her siblings ever had any of these problems. Her parents would never understand. How could she be so broken, only to have no one see it. 

This is all your fault.

None of this would have happened if you had just kept your cool.

You failed them.

What a brilliant plan to get yourself killed by our rivals! 

You did this to yourself.

Time was irrelevant. She knew that someone with the power to control time was making it stand still in her cell. She only knew that because her mother taught her how to detect the different kinds of magic that were being used around her. It started with obvious things like levitation and other things that could be seen and then evolved into seeing the magical threads that caused those forms of magic, before she repeated the process and could see all forms of magic. None of her siblings knew she had this ability and she intended to keep it that way. Her mother was dead and was the only one who knew she could see physical magic. Not a single soul knows of her ability to see all magics.

Lost in her wandering thoughts, Keilylia didn’t even hear the door outside her cell open. Over a speaker, a voice spoke.

“Hello Smoke. Or do you prefer if I call you Keilylia Jones?” a startlingly soft male voice spoke. 

Keilylia, spooked out of her daydreams, sat up. She would stand up but chains were tightly clasped around her ankles and hands, which were chained behind her back. “Who are you?” she asked carefully.

“My name is Ramiron and my father was the one who called for you to be chained up like this and in isolation.”

“Oh, so you’re the jerk I’ve been expecting.”

Keilylia heard the door that Ramiron was standing on the other side  of, being unlocked. A boy, who didn’t look to be much older than her, walked through the doorway. He had black curly hair, brown eyes, and a darker skin tone. If he wasn’t pure evil, she might’ve thought him to be handsome. When she thought that thought she felt pure disgust toward herself for even thinking that. 

“I’m sorry, you were the one who snuck onto our property,” Ramiron said, gesturing to the other boy who had walked into the room.

“Who said anything about sneaking?” she asked, tilting her head ever so slightly to the left and smirking.

Keilylia saw Ramiron hesitate for a fraction of a second before he spoke again. “I have a few questions for you.”

Keilylia’s smirk faded and was replaced by a frustrated and resigned look. She hated him. “Go on.”

“Well first of all, our files have very little information about you. Why is that?” the jerk asked.

“Maybe because your spies suck at determining what’s real and what’s not.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, in order to understand what’s real you have to see the lies and be tricked, that’s the way life goes..” 

Keilylia could see Ramiron get a bit frustrated and that brought back some of her pleasure.

“Okay, very well, next question. We have been told that you and your siblings never part ways, so why are you here alone?”