<I'm planning to re-number all the parts/chapters soon so it might look a bit weird next time I update>< I apologize this one is so short but I just love leaving each one off with a mini cliff hanger>
Blinding light floods my vision. Everything is blurry and has a reflective quality to it. I look down; I'm wearing my ritual gown and am holding the dagger in my hand. The ritual fire warms my skin and for some reason it feels as if I were floating. The familiar chant echoes around me as I walk up to the new victim to be tested. My mouth starts to move, forming the words but I cannot hear them, my body is moving on its own and I am trapped in my head. The man tied in front of me is smaller than usual but looks up to me eagerly.
His expression changes from one of hopefulness to a look of horror. With a blink of an eye, all his features are that of Illias and his cobalt eyes stared into mine, a mix of betrayal and sorrow. His whole face pleads for me to stop as he whispers his regrets under his breath. At first I do not understand this but then it hits me. After his death, he wants to be saved. I look around me and catch the gaze of the headmaster, who gives me a nod of approval, wanting me to continue.
I look back down at Illias, if I refuse, we both die.
I apologize to him silently and close my eyes and I plunge the dagger deep into his chest.I can hear a gasp escape his lips that chills me to the bone. With tears welling up in my eyes, I cut my palm and drop my blood into his mouth, quietly chanting a prayer. I look back at his eyes, internally begging for them to open--to show some sign of life-- when I feel an unusual shaking sensation come over me.
Everything goes dark. And then, I open my eyes.
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Regions of Saleen
Teen Fiction--THIS STORY IS BEING REWRITTEN, READ NOTICE IN MY PROFILE FOR MORE IMFORMATION-- A small village is being ruled over by The Regions of Saleen, the all too powerful church that has outlawed all and any magic, claiming that it is demonic and will cur...
