A House Divided

Phase Nine

Pearl's P.O.V.

I had found a book. It was laying beside my bed next to a beautiful pearl. I had gazed at the Pearl before but it was just a stone. The book was more intriguing.

Page after page, I flipped through it. Barely any of the words I could understand, because strangely enough, it wasn't in English. It was in some form of hieroglyphics.

The pictures were the only things I could understand, and those were horrifying. Pictures of wars and death filled the book. Blood spilled, gems shattered, lives destroyed. I was so engrossed with the book all night, that I didn't see Maxwell step into the room, silent as a cat.

A bloody knife was held out as he talked, shutting the door. "You're the one who had a vision....We'll have to discuss this later. For now..." He began, gripping me hard. The knife cut into my skin as I cried.

Blood pooled onto the bed, more blood spilled onto the book as well as tears. "P-Please...S-S-Stop...." I begged as he sat the Pearl into the hole in my head.

"Done...And a beautiful Pearl at that. Let's just hope you won't defect...You'd lose your little mind." Maxwell stated, standing and leaving the room.

I cried harder. My head burned and I fell into darkness.