Heir of the Forgotten

~Mistakes (clean version)~

Sitting by her bed, Vincent changes the towel over her head. It's been half a day, and Selene shows no sign of waking up.

He slipped off the blood-soaked dress she'd been in and got her covered with something warm. He's unsure if that was the best idea now, seeing her sweat.

Seeing her in so much pain reminds him of the night he'd spent with Isadora. It gives him an off feeling.

He's loved somebody before. The temple maiden Isadora. She was beautiful. Her hair sparkles in the light. She had eyes just as gold as Selene's. Her voice matched her beauty. His heart skipped around her, and he'd aspired to be with her. These feelings with Selene are different.

These feelings snake around his chest in something impure. She appears to be in a lot of pain, and yet he feels no need to comfort her the way he would Isadora.

Selene was in utter agony. Her body burned. The most painful was her head. Images sowed themselves together in a tapestry of life with him. Everything swarmed around her. Echoes of a broken future shatter against her mind. Everything slows as key moments come to her mind.

A boy stood by her room's door. His brunette hair seemed as if it hung enough that it would affect his sight. The boy's hazel eyes widened, seeing the girl sitting up in bed.

"You're awake. Miss told me you wouldn't wake for a while! H-hold on a second, let me get her!" excitement rang through the boy's face.

The small Female child stared at him before her eyes narrowed. She pulled her teeth back to hiss. She bared her canines, threatening the boy. "Who are you?" Her voice sounded whimsical. Though she spoke the boy's language, she did not speak it the way he did. Certain sounds, mainly the hard ones, caught on her tongue. "Where am I? Where did you take me?"

The boy set the tray down, offering the girl a small bowl. "Miss found you in the woods by some ruins. She tried her best to heal your shoulder. She said the poison wasn't something she knew about, but it won't kill you." The boy took a step closer.

Selene softened her glare, rushing her hand to her shoulder. She winced, a small whine slipping from her lips. "You're not with him." Her voice hisses the word with a promise of vengeance.

"We're not the ones who destroyed where you came from. I'm Alexander, by the way. Though you can call me anything for short." He smiled lightly, his voice sweet. "I'm eleven, what about Miss? You're beautiful, like a doll."

Selene found her face flushing a bit as she relaxed. "Selenetta, you can call me whatever, though. I'm ten."

The boy smiled, sitting on the bed beside the girl. "Even your name is really pretty! I'll call you Doll then!"

Selene shrugged, which was followed by a wince.

The sweet memory of their first interaction soured as tears ran down her cheeks. She stared at the blood on her hand.

Blood seeped from her side to her shirt as she stared at the boy she thought she knew.

In quick flashes, memories of agony swallowed her whole. Blood dripped from her hands as she prayed to one day be forgiven. There were memories where she screamed apologies, only to drop to the floor, shuttering in pain.

Selene clung to Alex as she cried. His hands were careful as they worked, cleaning the wounds left by a studded iron whip. One hand cradled her head to his chest as the other cleaned the blood. Even though his touch was gentle, his eyes could kill if he were looking at anybody. However, when the look seemed to scare Selene, he softened and pulled her back to him.