(Completed)
Two assassins were set to kill a girl. No questions asked. Just kill her and claim their prize. That was their mission. Except one of them was not supposed to visit Volney, the land of the dead and the other fall in love with a girl and...
Finally! I updated. I must thank the app that motivated me to write by setting goals and time limit. If it was not for that, then I would be updating after February, which is worse. Anyway, I will ramble in the end! Enjoy while you can.
The next update is on 14/02/2017. Very original. I know.
Startling Revelations
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A single tear escaped from her eyes as it scanned over the letter clutched in her slender fingers. Her nose and the tip of her ears were pink and her lips were pursed. He felt helpless seeing her like this.
Before the second drop could tear past her defences, she blinked her eyes fast. "Not now..."
"What happened?" Amara demanded as she sat beside Chavva and wrapped an arm around her.
"My friend in Icathus," she whispered. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. "I had promised her that I will be there when she needed me. It seems that I cannot keep that promise."
He started at her. Whether she promised or not she would be there for anyone, including her enemy, so what was stopping her?
"You need to elaborate." Amara squeezed her arm.
"Cathy, my friend," she gasped and took her breath through her mouth. "She has internal bleeding and she is heavy with a child!"
"Why would she have internal bleeding?" Amara frowned. "It does not quite match."
Sitting opposite to them in the living room, Trystan wondered at Amara's stupidity. Though he acted without any emotion, he knew that was not how one comfort a crying friend.
"She is the part of the rebels, that's why!" Chavva screamed, but her voice could not shout, it came softly. "That is why I refused when you wanted to join the rebellion!"
She was too late anyway. The dusk was moving away for the night.
Amara removed her arms. "I understand. Respecting your decisions, I never joined them, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know," she whispered and looked up, meeting his eyes.
She looked so broken and defeated that he did not know what to do. All he knew was he hated seeing that tears. That glassy covering over her lilac eyes. He wanted to wipe it out of her face. It stained her.
As a Rafela, he knew she was torn between going there and saving her friend but what was stopping her?
"Stop staying silent and help me!" Amara glared at him. "I hate it when she cries!"
"What is stopping you?" he asked, not breaking their eye contact.
"Aeron," she sniffled. "I promised you did I not?"
