Hand of Sorrow

The child without a name grew up to be the hand. To watch you, to shield you, or kill on demand.

Adrianna tried to keep the words out of her head, but her mind resisted. She didn’t have time to waste, though. Strapping her sword to her side, making sure her dagger was in her boot, she looked around one last time at the place she has called home for several years. It was never really home to her, though. Arianna, on the other hand, was a different story.

Arianna. The name brought back regrets to her mind, but she pushed them away. She didn’t have a choice. None of them ever did.

The choice that he made he could not comprehend. His blood a grim secret they had to command.

Adrianna tried to silence her thoughts, but she couldn’t, allowing the memories to come to the surface. They never asked for this. They were just two sisters with strange powers. Adrianna remembered the fights they had about never wanting them in the first place. Then again, without the powers, they might not have gotten as far as they had. Not like they wanted to in the first place.

The curse of his powers tormented his mind. Obeying the crown was a sinister price. His soul was tortured by love and by pain. He surely would leave but the oath made him stay.

They were recruited. They knew the risks, but they didn’t care about them. They were sure that because of their powers, they were safe. That was their mistake. Adrianna fought the tears as she remembered the day everything went wrong.

He’s torn between his honor and the true love of his life. He prayed for both but was denied.

She had tried to save them. She had tried her hardest. The others were just too quick. She remembered holding her dead fiance in her arms, Harry’s skin cold as ice. Arianna standing over Draco’s body, her body stiff, her mind not believing he was gone. She’d never said it, but Adrianna knew that her sister blamed her for their deaths. She blamed herself. It had been her idea to move the boys. It was her plan. It had been her job to make sure everything went right. Now they were both gone. Adrianna could feel the weight of their deaths on her, weighing her down.

Arianna took their deaths really hard. Her and Draco were going to get married the next month. She hasn’t smiled or laughed since that night. All she does is walk around the manor, an empty shell, vacant of the warmth that used to be there. Just a shadow of the girl she was. She won’t take off her engagement ring, as if the presence of the ring would bring Draco back to her. Seeing Arianna like this broke Adrianna. But she knew the pain. She kept her ring next to her bed, but she couldn’t, wouldn’t, take off her necklace. It felt like her last link to Harry.

So many dreams were broken and so much was sacrificed. Was it worth the ones we loved and had to leave behind? So many years have passed; who are the noble and the wise? Will all our sins be justified?

Thinking about Harry made the weight of his death nearly crumple her. The chain around her neck seemed to be getting tighter, as if Harry was cursing her from the grave. She knew it was her fault. She almost hated that they died while she was trying to protect them. She hated that she lived.She knew that Arianna hated her. Not that she would admit it. Adrianna could read her body language; being in the same room with her was obviously too painful for Arianna.

Adrianna wiped the tears away. She didn’t deserve tears, just like she didn’t deserve Arianna’s forgiveness. She turned at the door for one last glance, then turned and quietly closed the door behind her. She had made her choice. There was no going back.

Please forgive me for the sorrow. For leaving you in fear. For the dreams we had to silence; that’s all they’ll ever be. Still I’ll be the hand that saves you, though you’ll not see that it’s me.

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