It all started with a superhero, one who vowed to help save the world and use her powers for good....But how can one keep a promise if they don't remember making it?
What happens when the lines to right and wrong blur? When promises have to be broke...
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Nikolai's POV:
I instruct Emma to bring my car and meet me at the train station.
The train station is far enough away that they won't hear a car, but close enough that I can carry Maliah without hurting her too much.
"Are you ok?" I ask, looking down at the beautiful brunette in my arms that's barely awake.
Her eyes meet mine but this time there's no trace of the usual sparkle that always lights up every room she walks in.
She doesn't speak but her tired eyes and bruised face do the talking.
Oh blue, what have they done to you?
She stays silent as I strap her seatbelt and put her in the backseat of the car. I sit beside her and she rests her head on my shoulder.
Her eyes stay open the full car ride back to the house and I can't help but wonder if it would be better if she did just pass out, that way she wouldn't be in so much pain.
When the car comes to a stop, I carry her into the house and up the stairs to my bedroom before laying her on my soft bed.
I leave her for a moment to grab some things from my bathroom. When I return, I notice she hasn't moved, not even an inch.
I dab the wet cloth against her bloody face. "Is this ok?" I ask, not waning to hurt her.
She gives me a small nod in response.
I continue cautiously dabbing her face and move onto her arms that are stained with blood.
"Talk to me Blue."
"I don't want to talk." She says quietly, avoiding my gaze.
I stop what I'm doing. "Have I done something wrong?" I ask. I don't think I have but you can never be fully sure.
"No."
"Then why don't you want to talk?" I ask, although I have a pretty good reason as to why. "I'm excellent conversation." After all of that I just want to hear her voice.
"I don't want to talk about what just happened." She states.
That's honestly fair enough. She's been though a lot. She needs time to process it and she'll tell me when she's ready. I just hope she doesn't let it eat away at her first.
"Ok then, don't." I tell her. "Tell me more about being a princess." I say, trying to distract her from her thoughts.
"I'm too tired."
"Oh come on, too tired to brag to me? I'm literally asking for it right now."
She half heartedly rolls her eyes, a small grin making an appearance on her face for only a moment.
"When we went into the village there was always a crowd of people I always loved it. Most of the royals either hated the attention or basked in it for all of the wrong reasons. I liked it cause it felt like they were all my friends in some way. They were interested in me and I was interested in them too. They always wanted my opinion and I was happy to help them." She states. "We had banquet every Sunday where any and all of our people were allowed inside."
