I awoke feeling, refreshed. I stood, gently nursing my head. Silver stood over me, He coaxed me to lay back down. I glared at him and he slinked back, "You had an allergic reaction I didn't know," He said in defense. I nodded, I didn't know either. I tried to stand again and he let me up gently. He guided me back and sat me down on a school bench.
He nurtured my forehead and kissed it lightly, the thumping stopped. I looked up at him amazed, He smiled. "I am special, ok," He said playfully. I smiled gently and nodded. He kissed my forehead again and left. I stood and walked to my dorm, Happy at my good day. Cara greeted me with smiles and hugs. She told me to get dressed before I ate dinner. I walked to my room and bathed quickly. I walked out of my room, then felt a sharp pain. Darkness swept over me like a giant tidal wave. The last thing I heard was a mans gentle chuckle as a cold breeze tickled my skin.
My eyes felt heavy, I sat up silently. Searching the room confused and sore. Clara stood next to me... crying. Silver paced by the door talking in a muttered voice. I heard running, and my Mother burst through the doors panting. "Mother," I croaked in a soft voice. I swallowed not understanding what was happening. She smiled sadly. Then brushed my hair back. She began to mutter, asking for forgiveness. I stared into her eyes, she was in pain. "what happened, why am I in pain?" I blurted, wishing for a conversation to start.
Silver lent over and whispered in my ear, I stopped and tears welled up in my eyes. "Why," I sobbed. "Why did they do such a thing!" I screamed lunging out of the bed. Clara and Silver tried to hold me down but I evaded them. Tears streamed down my cheeks, a new pain forming within my heart. "What did he ever do to them, Oh mother it wasn't his time, It couldn't have been! I'm not 16 yet!" I began to yell, no longer caring if I looked like a 2 year old. I wiped a few tears from my eyes and looked out the window. remembering when all was perfect. Father would read me stories preaching the ways that a good leader would live, how they would love all. Good or bad, blood thirsty or peaceful. No matter what. While Mother cooked us all dinner.
They never even got to spend time alone together. Now it was too late, the enemy had murdered my Father, and tried to kill me. To no avail of course. My knees collapsed from under me and I sank to the ground. Praying that father was watching me. Silver hugged me and I layed comfortably in his chest, just like father. "Honey what do you wish to do?" Mother asked, trying to lighten the mood. "A funeral, we need to strengthen the guard body and get you some protection, I should return home and pick up from what father has left behind.
Like he once said, this moment is crucial so I mustn't panic," She nodded and walked out of the room, mourning over her loss. Clara stood her cheeks red and her skin pale. "I'm so sorry, I should never have opened that window. I didn't know," She choked as fresh tears began to form. I smiled and shook my head, "You didn't know, and they would have gotten in no matter what. So don't sweat it," She smiled back then walked out muttering about an overdue assignment. Silver held me tighter and I couldn't help but giggle, he was treating me like dad treated mother, like a mate... no that's not possible. "Are you going to go back?" He asked, his voice lathered with worry.
I nodded, I had to find the people that killed my father. No matter what. He sighed, then looked up at me. "I'll come too," He said happily a smile plastered on his face. I froze, no no this can't happen. "Your classes, I couldn't," I stuttered over the sentence trying to make an excuse. He shook his head, "Gran won't mind, I've already finished the curriculum for this year," He said gently, stroking my hair. I sighed and nodded my head as I watched his face light up.
