I heard branches snapping too close to me than I would have preferred, I stopped, surveying my surroundings when there was a hand on my shoulder. Shaking, I turned to face the figure standing behind me, my mind ready to deflect any attempts to infiltrate it, my hands balled into fists that were concealed by the sleeves of my robes that were too big for me, which wasn't a surprise. They weren't mine, after all.
I saw his face, and it was him, but it wasn't. His face was shrouded in shadows and atop his head sat the Crown . The smiling face I so frequently associated him with, was gone. Replaced by a cruel sneer. Tears threatened to spill and it took all my willpower not to let them go.
"Ambriel, I didn't think I'd ever see you running away from a battle. Where are you going?" I had to maintain my cover because if I didn't- I swallowed, not wanting to think about what would happen to me if he found out. I straightened my shoulders and smiled as sincerely as I could.
He eyed me suspiciously when I didn't answer, but he continued to speak in a cool and calming tone. "It's good to see you in tact, Ambriel. When I didn't see you in battle I was worried," he smiled, it was almost as if it was him again. But with the Devil's Instrument atop his head, I knew that it wasn't and my heart ached. I began to speak, but he pulled me into his arms. I could smell blood and sweat. It was so different, so foreign. He was taller than me, so he leaned his head down to my ear. "I'm so glad you're with me, Am." I let a tear slide down my cheek. "I am too-"And then there was pain.
He held me close as I felt the life being drained from me and the knife being pushed further into my stomach. His hand found my face and I felt burning tears dripping onto my cheeks. They weren't mine, they were his. I was sure he had trusted me. I was sure my plan had worked, but now I was dying. My friends, my family, believed I had betrayed them. I was alone, so alone.
I heard him whisper that last words I would ever hear in my own body with my own heart beating in my chest. "I'm so sorry, Ambriel. I'm so, so sorry."
And then it went dark .
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A/N Hi I'm Emma and, well, I'm writing a book. The idea behind this was to give me something to do with the rest of my summer, but so far I really enjoy writing it and I hope you guys really enjoy reading it! Let me know if you have some questions or constructive criticism!
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The Minds of Monsters
FantasíaThe Dark Regiment was compiled of children from all over the Alliance, the ones that no one would have ever expected they would see running around in the dark forests and examining the minds of the most monstrous of monsters, but that's who they bec...
