When Cora turned around she finally saw the man tormenting her. Disappointment would be an understatement. Cora expected this man to be some type of twisted demon. But he was just that. Just a man. "It's you." Cora spat. "It's me." suddenly, there was a black void with hints of green and blue around them. "Let's cut out the clutter, shall we?" the voice said, taking a step forward. "I don't think you know what kind of power you have, Ms. Provenzano." Cora furrowed her eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"
"I mean, from the moment you beat on the poor little boy at the orphanage you've displayed how strong your powers have gotten." considering the things the voice had said before, him being nice crept her out severely. "But I'm afraid you can't keep them," the voice had proven her wrong. Even though he was just a man, his voice made him a demon. Now circling each other like murderous hawks, the voice became more and more degrading. "That power never belonged to you in the first place. It was something of its own. But for some odd reason, it chose a pointless little girl," Cora clenched her fists, annoyed. "You seem to get chosen a lot, first the Song then Galleous. But instead of being loved, you're just some sick replacement of a boy that's been dead for years." no matter how much Cora tried to block him out, he kept pushing her buttons. "You think Galleous is a perfect man? Ha! You're lying to yourself." Cora had finally had enough. "Shut up," she whispered. "What was that?"
"Shut up! Get out of my head! And get out of my life! I'm not afraid of you!" the voice tilted his head. "Is that so?"
"Yeah! All you are is some dumb, sad, voice, and that's all you'll ever be!" enraged, Cora drew her bow and shot. But shockingly, it didn't kill him. The arrow stuck out of his stomach and the voice smiled. A devilish, creepy smile, that shook Cora to the core. "Gotcha," he whispered. Suddenly, Cora felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. When she clenched her stomach in pain, she felt a cold liquid on her hand. Blood. The voice had somehow diverted his pain to her. "Aw, poor little Cora," she heard him say as she fell to the ground. That's it. The voice had one. She had been tricked and she was now dying in who knows where. Her mind immediately darted to Galleous. What would happen if he found her body? Losing two children in the span of 15 years would crush him. He'd never forgive himself. And if it was someone else to find the body, he'd blame himself for not keeping a closer eye on her. Thousands of scenarios played over and over again in Cora's brain. But none of them ended happily. The voice cracked the bow in two and threw it toward Cora's bleeding body. When Cora looked toward it, she noticed something. The two broken ends were emitting some sort of electricity as a way to try to reconnect. Cora's eyes widened. Even though the string had snapped, she could use the rest of the body as a spear and get rid of him for good. But if the voice knew she could do this, she'd surely get herself killed. "It really is a shame I have to do this child," he said, laying his foot on her chest. "But survival is more important than morals." just then, the voice winced in pain. He had been so caught up in his own pride and vanity, that he didn't realize that Cora had impaled him with her bow. When he fell dead, the void disappeared, as did Cora's wounds, and she could hear Abbigail and Gallepus talking again.
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"A little help would have been great!" Abbigail and Galleous turned to Cora in shock. She had approached them covered in blood with a stringless bow in her hand. "Cora!?" Galleous yelled, immediately checking for wounds. "It's not mine, it's his," Cora explained pointing to the voice's corpse. "Oh my God," Abbigail breathed. They couldn't have been human, because as soon as he was killed, his body started to rot. Before Galleous could acknowledge the fact the voice sounded like puke, Cora hugged him tight. Bloody and all. "You're not a bad father, even though you say to yourself a lot!" Galleous was shocked. "Thank you," he mustered, hugging her back. "And you're not a bad daughter."
"So I can stay!?" Cora beamed. Galleous sighed with a smile. "Yes, Cora, you can stay."
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A Mysterious Arrow
Abenteuer15 years after the second Great War, Galleous Sendaris was still mourning the loss of his son, Hubris Nestoris-Sendaris. But ever since a new threat showed up in Sendaria and Ataraxia, he heart may be healed sooner than later.
