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17. Curse

Hey everyone!!!

So, so, so sorry for a long awaited update!! It's been almost a month and I feel so bad!! I fell over yesterday and after a trip to the emergency ward they did an X-ray and sent me home with crutches (but some very, very sore and bruised, abraised knees)  But here's the next chapter!!
Updates (I hope & plan) will be more frequent in the next to weeks but as I have mocks middle of June for 2 weeks so updates will be later, but I will defo resume after!!

Enjoy, TheFantasyWriter09

Meira:

There's a monster in my room and blood all over the floor.

A figure approaches me, taking in the sight of the catastrophe. Clothes ripped in tatters and the windows now just shards of glass, glinting in the moonlight.

My bed is a messy habitat of sheets and whispers of nightmares that plaque my subconscious.

Claw marks leave long, jagged scars against the floorboards and I flinch at the sight of them.

Here I am, in the middle of a floor covered in blood and scars.

The monster is me, and the blood is from him.

Even if it was from me, the figure was not impressed.

The High Lord of the Night Court inspected the mess with neither a remark nor emotion. He looked around before resting his gaze on my blood-stained hands.

"How many?"

"Too many." I say hoarsely. "I don't remember much."

He steps forward into the ruin, standing proud, shoulders back. He looks just like his son, but unlike his son he does not posses the charisma.

"You want the curse."

"Yes."

"And there is no other way?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I breathe, and tears drip down my face. "I've seen it. How it will end. I have searched all different variants of the future for one that they come out alive and there isn't. I have spent months searching, thinking, fighting my instinct to end my life so I don't kill anyone else. But. I. Can't. Stop."

The High Lord nods, before taking a step towards me, black shadows rising from his palm.

"Meiranna, Rider of The Moon, Daughter of Seraphina, The Warlord, I curse you. I curse you to never pick up a blade again to cause harm or violence. You will always feel the instinct, but never will you be able to pick up a blade or weapon and not feel physical and mental pain. I take your gifts and powers - your war gift and your sight, your infinity to heal, leaving only a drop of water left in your palm. Never again will you fight, and your service to my court and this curse will last for 700 years. Only one of my line can remove it. May the Gods of Hybern leave this Paladin evermore."

He finishes with a cry, and I feel my body rise and my powers ripped from me as I begin to scream, pain burning through my veins, my very soul. I scream and scream and scream and scream until the sun falls and the moon rises and once it begins to fall and light breaks, I whisper to the dawn,

"Thank You."

******

"Meira. Meira," Someone is gently nudging me awake, and I open my eyes only to be met with hazel irises looking right back at me.

It takes me a moment to realise I'm not in a bed, rather on it, in the comfortable secure arms of the Shadowsinger.

"You were having a nightmare." He explained, but one look at him and I could tell he hadn't slept at all. Dark circles haunted his eyes and his clothes are ruffled and have dark stains on them.

Blood.

It takes me a minute to remember as I lay my head back down on his chest as he draws me closer, kissing my forehead before holding me close.

Tylen. The Pit. The Curse. Death-

I inhale, and a pungent smell greets my nose. I look up at Az, and wrinkle my nose playfully, "You need a shower."

"But we were having such a nice cuddle!" He complains also playfully, and it shocks me for a moment, that this shadowinger could be anything other than stoic and quiet.

So you do have a sense of humour.

"Come on, if you have a shower , maybe..." I think carefully then, before replying, "I'll do a favour. It can be anything."

"All to get me in the shower?"

"Yes. Because you stink."

"Alright. It's a bargain."

I jump as I feel the tattoo peirce my skin, and so does Az before lifting his arm up and inspecting it.

There, on his shoulder, was a water droplet, inside it there was a Cresent moon.

Two hands clasped together with shadows inked around it was also on my left shoulder, and I laugh when I see Az's. Clearly even magic has a sense of humour.

"Now go," I say playfully, and I reluctantly slide out of his embrace and onto the bed.

He stiffly gets up, stretches, before going over to the door.

Only to be greeted by Rhysand.

"What is it?" Az asks him, but Rhysand's violet  gaze meets mine, and a question in his gaze. My eyes travel to the gemstone-embellished book on his hand, and I go stone cold.

"What do you know about the Deathless?"

Unedited, pls let me know if there are any mistakes!! Thx