Demitytes Bride

A silence that speaks

She had to find out who was Lord Faun. And why Fallon had called him Fawier. She thought to herself as she crept along the path that led to that dingy dungeon. She had no idea if she was even sane at this point. She knew it was suicide. Fallon had been utterly terrifying. Terrifying.

She had woken up, day or night she knew not, and she had fled.

"Darling..."

She knew it was cowardly. But something about Fallon gripped her with cold fear. She remembered how she had stood up to him all that long ago on Erth. It seemed so surreal.

"Such a foolish girl..."

Kashara realised her defence had been waning, slowly being corroded. She could not imagine herself cowering from him like this were she the same Kashara on Erth. Nor could she now look at him without her breath tightening or her heartbeat racing. Then again, she had been more ignorant and foolish then, and ignorance was bliss.

Why are you so afraid idiot? She asked herself so many times. She couldn't get over the image of him looming over her, the smell of burnt flesh hanging in the air, she had been so frightened then. He was a monster. She could feel panic racing within her every time he was near.

How had he burned the hand off of the man with a smirk on his face? How had he so indifferently burned the entire ball of people?

"How much are you willing to lie to your own mind Kashara?"

He had been correct. She had indeed surpressed the memory of the ball. She was so content with fitting in with the Demitytans, so eager to ignore her own terror and fear at the ball. Back in the dungeons she was powerfully reminded of who Fallon really was. Not a juvenile dictator. Not a nationalistic sovereign.

A psychopath. He was ruthless. And she was completely in his power.

"How deluded you must be"

Kashara stopped in front of the narrow pathway to the dungeon. She had a secret. One that she refused to admit to herself even.

Subconsciously, leaving Erth was a change Kashara had not been averse to. Daravez had not a good life, her family was only her brother, and Kashara was worried about him, but, their was relationship was not an extremely strong one. She may have actually wanted to come to Erth.

She had fought, escaped, yes. However a small part of her had not protested. It had not said yes of course, but it kept silent. And silence was telling. It spoke.

She had quelled that niggling silence, compensated with louder protests, refused to admit that she was not completely against it. And she had nearly succeeded.Till now.

She was questioning herself. Why had she not tried harder. Why had she settled into her role as a Demitytan so calmly. Why had she persisted in painting a harmless version of Fallon. And she found herself facing silence.

"How much did you lie?"

The ulitimate betrayal was one she had done to herself. This was why she feared Fallon. He had seen through her, she was sure. He had so cleverly lulled her into a false sense of complacency and now she was left fighting herself. He had hinted very clearly at how much she deceived herself.

Kashara could not understand him or what he might do, and her ignorance was terrifying.

She was stripped away of her protective bravado and recklessness and now she was alone, lost, stumbling in the dark, in the treacherous web Fallon weaved around her.