The Cruel Crown (A Young Elites Fanfiction)

Adelina Amouteru ❦

"I'm just a lost soul, waiting to be found."
- Cries of those wishing to be atoned for sins

They are supposed to be dead. I killed him myself; I should have killed both. Though, her death was inevitably tragic. I watched her fall to the sea. My mind strays to the night on the baliras, battling in the never-ending darkness and rain. I snap the memory back quickly.

I blink out the white light that cascades in through the grand window; I've been in the dark for too long.

My eye quickly adjusts, and I see the girl's ebony hair fall in lengths over her shoulders, and her face which is accented with a purple marking. I see the girl who can steal the minds of beasts known infamously by her alias Star Thief.

Gemma Salvatore stands before me now. Her marking strikes unpleasant memories. I do not reminisce; I bite my lips in a scowl.

And awaiting behind her; I feel myself holding my breath as my heart pounds quicker and quicker as I fully grasp who this is. My heart's pace is so quick, I think it may drop out of my chest.

I was not afraid, I am not afraid. In front of me is the boy I killed long ago. And it was the beginning of the Dagger's hatred toward me because they began to fear me; I now revere in fear.

Dante stands out of death and faces me. His marking of irregular dark lines reaches from the nook is his neck down to his chest. His muscled physical physique is formidable, but I killed him once when my ability was at its weakest. I will not hesitate to reprise.

I know of only one Elite than may bring souls back from death. Maeve Jacqueline Kelly Corrigan harbors such.

The two Daggers that stand before me are not their former selves. They look the same as they left, but they are not Gemma and Dante like I knew them. They are empty shells of who they once were.

When Enzo was brought back, he had ached for the ocean to take him back to eternal rest. I stare at ghosts who only came back to carry out a task.

"Are you surprised, Adelina?" Gemma taunts.

Gemma, Dante, and I all stand in the foyer, near the entrance to the dungeon that I just emerged from.

She was always gentle and kindhearted; she was easy to befriend and manipulate. Her anger speaks for she must be bitter toward her premature death. Gemma was not a fighter, I remember, her powers scattered when she was afraid.

"Were you expecting me to scream and run or jump in joy?" I snap and bend my lips into a sly smile. "I know who did this but why; what purpose could you two serve?"

They both glow in rage for the words I just uttered. I have offended their abilities.

"We were granted salvation so that we may return to see your blood and your body withering dead." I have never heard Gemma's tone so filled with spite.

Raffaele approaches before I can respond to her; he must have left Enzo and followed me out. Nyx Rosario trails his heels. How could Raffaele fathom Nyx, my traitor and their ally, overcoming me? He deemed her more formidable than myself. I figure; the purpose must have be for myself to not die by her hand. She was the first to attack, which set my hourglass to turn.

I open my mouth to speak, but Raffaele interjects, "We chose to revive them because they deserved to have another look at the world - even though it was to the expense of Maeve's life." A grimace falls over his delicate face.

When he says it, I feel my eyes widen. "Maeve is dead?"

"Yes," he utters. "Unknowingly, bringing these two Elites back had killed her. Her Elite ability had killed her," he pauses, "because it was used to death."