The truth hidden behind the moon's shadow was not easy to unveil. Now the fight for freedom will be all blood and bones. War is brewing on the edge of the horizon and kingdoms will fall at the tip of her blade.
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Onyx Ashrevion is a demi-hybrid an...
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The rest of the day seemed to pass by in a hazy blur, no one seeming to take a break since Draco stepped foot onto the tribal grounds.
Anyone with working hands and feet was carrying food and cloth and other necessities to the dining hall of to their own huts, decorating the brass gates of the tribal ground in colorful clothes and star lights that seemed too foreign.
For once, there seemed to be a rhythm. It didn't sound like death and despair lingering around the tribe no more. It was more like music, an earthy vibe that seemed to spread from the roots of the ground and spring into the air.
The air seemed sweeter, lighter and smelled of spices and fruits instead of blood and sweat. Smiles seemed to appear more on people's faces as they carried silver plates and gifts, the grim frown they had when Draco arrived seeming to vanish as if it never happened.
Maybe his presence wasn't so bad after all.
With everyone so busy, Onyx was unable to sneak some privacy with Rheynoak and confess what has really been going on in her mind for the past month. Their few encounters only lasted seconds, their eyes meeting for a heartbeat before he would lean in and press a tender kiss against her lips. He would then brush his fingers through her hair and smile that beautiful smile that always seemed to steal her breath away.
Then he would be gone, his touch vanishing from her arm and his tall silhouette disappearing around the corner.
And as he would do so, the Siphon would reflect upon the words he whispered to her last night as they made love, those three precious words that made her heart wince for some reason.
I love you.
It was unexpected, the tribe leader whispering those words to her as they danced underneath his covers and for a minute, she truly convinced herself that he spat it out in the spur of the moment. Nothing to dig herself into.
But when she looked into those pooling hazel eyes of his as they neared the edge, his lips slightly opened as they uttered those words and the way his fingers were so gently on her body, she knew he meant it. With every breath and with every heartbeat, he meant it.
Rheynoak, the great tribe leader himself, loved her, Onyx Ashrevion. The broken Siphon who was nearing her deathbed with a past she couldn't remember and a future she couldn't imagine.
It seemed almost too cruel to be true but the Siphon had learned a long time ago that the cruelest things in the world always followed close on her heels.
In the quiet sanctuary of her hut, Onyx sat in front of the mirror pinned against the fragile wall, rubbing her hands together as she scented them with vanilla. Her eyes scanned the woman staring back at her, her hair flat and the dark circles ringing her dull eyes.
There was no spark, no life another complexion as she sighed and placed her palms on her naked thighs, wishing the robe she wore was a bit longer.
Dancing her fingers on the border of the various lotions and beauty necessities that rested on the small table in front of her, the Siphon barely heard the soft knock on her door before it creaked open. Her eyes didn't even raise when two figures walked into her room, closing the door gently.
