The Mountains Blade

Chapter Forty Seven

Chapter Forty Seven- Failures Grasp

Avelina awoke with a sense of loss. Her insides felt hollow. She could barely swallow as her dry throat scratched against itself. She stared at the room she lay in. Avelina was wrapped in blankets of midnight, warm and plush against her skin. 

Her  wings were wrapped, a bandage holding them to her body, stretching from her back to her front in rows of white. 

Her red hair was bright against the dark sheets, the curtains of the two windows on either side of the bed she lie in, parted a few inches. She must have awoken in the night. 

Only small slivers of moonlight cascaded against the slicked wooden floor. 

Avelina flexed her hands, tightening her jaw, the muscles pulsing there as she reeled. 

"You thought you could escape me." 

"You're mine." 

You know you'll like it."

No, no no. It wasn't real, it was over. Avelina clamped her eyes shut and pressed her palms roughly into her closed eyelids. 

Green bed sheets flooded her memories, the color of grass, of vomit, of betrayal. 

She let out an enraged sound and flung off the sheets. She didn't take in much more of the room, didn't pay any heed as she destroyed it. 

"Stop." She growled. "Go away." She grabbed the glass cup on her night stand and hurled it at the wall.

Next was the glass pitcher of water. She heaved breaths and before she could stop herself, she was ripping off the bedsheets. She slammed her power into the black wooden dresser, grabbing it with adrenaline filled strength. She pushed it to the ground, atop the pile of sparkling glass. 

Avelina screamed, roared and the windows shattered. She had always had control over her magic but today, although targeted to just this room, she unleashed herself. 

Avelina slammed her fist into the mirror, instantly bleeding, glass jutting out of her knuckles. 
It was her appearance that stopped her. 

Her fiery red hair was wild. Her green eyes were wide with rage and terror... 

Her face softened at the girl looking back at her. 

She barely noticed as the door opened. Steps on the glass crackling. 

Avelina's eyes watered and she placed her hand against the spiderwebbed glass. She was not the girl staring back at her. She didn't recognize her, the pain and anguish. 

She saw a flash of mens boots behind her as she hurled the mirror against the wall with her power. 

A warm hand touched her arm. 

Avelina did not need to look to know who it was. She did not care as she turned into that warmth and crumpled into his embrace. 

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Maybe Evander Kane saw the way that Elwyn was agonizing over her sister. He crept up behind where she sat on the training mats in the glass dome training arena. 

Elwyn had been practicing with a dummy and now sat hands on her knees, panting. 

Sweat gleamed on her face and she looked up from heavy lashes to see Evander walk in. They were dressed opposites. 

Elwyn was clad in black leggings in a tank top; which upon seeing Evander, she tugged up. 

Evander's eyes watched her as he did this, his hands were casually tucked into his black pants. He wore his usual midnight black shirt, this one silkier, a blade was strapped at his waist. He wore steel toed black boots instead of his normal dress shoes.