Mother of Monsters (Camp NaNoWriMo 2015)

Chapter XIII

I stared at the guard until I could convince myself that he wasn't just dead. Except there was no way that this guy could have lived through all the deep cuts on his body. But then how was he alive? How could he stand and speak to us like there was no problem at all?

When he was about to speak, Nemera hit him with a block, crushing him and making him unable to move. Then she tackled me, pinning me down. "You brought him back to life didn't you? What's wrong with you and breaking the law? I should just kill you right here and spare the executioners the trouble."

I struggle under her grip, moving side to side to try and get her off "I'm the one who brought him back to life? Please, don't flatter me. I couldn't do that even if I tried." I moved my legs to try and kick her off, but she was sitting on my stomach, so that didn't work.

"Liar!" She punched me, with her actual fist. It didn't hurt as much as Elios's punches, which broke my nose once, but I could tell my face was red from it.

And there we were. Two sisters rolling around in the middle of the hall fighting over a crystal ball that belonged to neither of us. But soon enough we were pulled by another guard. He was covered in more blood than the last one. His entire right arm was drenched, and so was half his neck. We stared at him confused, expecting him to say something, but he pointed towards his friend, trapped under Nemera's block of earth.

"Both of you brought us back. It would have been impossible for only one of you to do it." He said from under the block, he acted like it wasn't a huge deal and as if it didn't hurt him at all. I looked at Nemera, who looked like she just commited a murder, her eyes all wide and every spec of confidence she had left in her suddenly flew away. I didn't know what to think at first. I was more concerned with that nice crystal ball on the ground.

I crawled on all fours to get the crystal ball. The mute guy(I'm assuming he's mute since he hasn't said a single word, and it doesn't look like he's planning to) help me up, grabbing me by my shoulder and my waist. He nodded at me and I gave him a thankful smile in return.

"There's no way I could have done this. My mother did everything in her power to stop me from making mistakes like this. How did you know it was me, when the original product of necromancy is standing eight in front of you?" She sounded like she was trying to convince her—or our mother—that she wasn't the one who should be in trouble. I rolled my eyes. "It makes sense, she's like the mother to the undead."

That struck me. Milea did say something about me being the mother to monsters. But that doesn't apply in this situation. The undead aren't monsters. We just happened to be alive after being dead. Nothing bad with that.

But every other Stragonian thinks we are. They'd kill us at first sight. Maybe Milea saw what Nemera is seeing right now. Of course there will be some exaggeration, but we have in fact made "monsters."

I didn't know at first, but I was laughing. This is what I was trying to avoid all this time. Honestly, talk about a disappointment. I expected everything to be set on fire, a plague running through the city, killing almost everyone. And those who were sting enough were fighting each other over stupid things like property and power. But I wasn't expecting this.

"Have you gone mad? Don't you see what you have done?" She gets up on her own, though the mute man was ready to help.

"Haven't you been listening? It's what we've done. I'm not that surprised though. Maybe you did get some of dad's genes." I begin to walk away, guiding the mute to walk with me. Like I would leave the poor guy alone with Nemera, she was already crushing another man under a block. She would surely attack this one.

"Stop it. Don't say that. Mom is going to disown me if she finds out what happened." Her voice broke. That's when I realized I should be acting like this. I spent the last three days in complete anxiety over my fate. And now that fate has shown up and I'm acting like it is nothing. But Nemera is really acting like it is the end of the world.