The Heart of a Nightingale

Chapter 4.2

The dagger flew through the air all the way into the creature's chest and immersed in as if the dagger was part of its body. I gasped out in fury while trying to ignore its monstrous gaze. It glared at me as I took a step backwards. The black magic that came out of the monster spread and spread all over the floor, walls and ceiling. As fine as sand, it bobbled along the floor from the power of magic that wielded in the creature.

  "There's no running, princess," the creature said with pure wickedness, forcing me to back off from my spot. It had left me the only choice, to run, but soon enough it could possibly lock me in here even without a flicker of its magic. So wisely I stood on my feet, hands in fists and closed my eyes to pray the gods for survival.

  "Go ahead, pray for the gods to help you, nothing will work, Atalya," it hissed and took smooth and long steps towards me, haunting me with its gaze.

  And right at that moment, my heart skipped a beat from the beautiful name on its tongue. The name sounded so ancient that it almost sounded as if it had raised hell from saying my name. My blood went frigid as I realized that my eyes were staring straight into the creature's crimson eyes. There were no words coming out of me even if I tried to.

  The creature's presence was upon me.

  Blocking any part of humanity in me.

  "There's nothing to fight, girl," it hissed and kept on walking to me, the girl who shook so much that she could hardly feel anything.

  My sight crippled as I looked into its deathly eyes. Everything around me seemed to stop as it spoke something in an ancient language that sounded wicked on its tongue.

  Suddenly the monster lifted its hand to my face to graze my beautiful mortal face. Every single beautiful feature all the way from my eyes to my cheekbones were now grazed by the monster itself. My face stung as it dragged and dragged its thorn like nails on the surface of my neck urging me to close my eyes from the prickly pain.

  "Grazes of frost, heart of thorns, they just made you who you truly are," the monster hissed as it kept on dragging its sharp nails across my face. My hands went to fists as I tried to allure the pain. Though I tried to cover the pain that I was in, I still dropped a tear on my cheek. There was no way that I could be tortured without no tears rolling down my beautiful face.

  "Do whatever you want, but I'll never bow to you," I hissed as another tear rolled down my cheek. My blood ran inside my body, burning against every vein it went through. As if my blood was ice, it made everything freeze and burn with a single touch on my veins.

  "In the end, you'll regret not bowing to me at this point," it said wickedly as it stroked its nails along my throat, making sure that I would agree to come with it. Although it wanted to take me with it, something in me felt like it wanted to harm me as much as possible.

  As if it couldn't get its nail off me.

  As if someone had ordered him to do this.

  "Why me? Why should I bow to you and treat you like a god?" I asked and spat blood on its hellish face. It snarled and stared deep into my indigo blue eyes, digging its gaze right into my soul.

  "You're coming with me, and there will be no escaping from my watch, Atalya Westlyn," it hissed into my ear, pushing its nail into a vein in my arm. As its thorn-like nail went into my vein I felt my entire world stop.

My heart had no beat.

  I collapsed on the ground, hitting my head at the same time on the hard floor. My hands shook with the fear and eyes fought to cry as the burning pain went through my body in a blink of an eye. As I glanced around me all that I could make of the view around me was that the monster pulled out its nail from my vein. But as I looked closer to the wound that it had created, the wound didn't shed. Instead, the wound was healed with frost.

  My blood thumped inside me, filling every empty gap in the veins with blood.

  Power.

  Magic.

  "You better be coming, princess," it hissed and kept its wicked gaze on me. I gave him a slight smile as it walked to me, making sure that it could make me faint.

  But it wouldn't get out this place without revenge.

  For acting like a person I trusted.

  So I punched my hands in front of me, releasing my closed hands into open ones. The magic rolled against my veins, shredding from my very own palms right into the creature's heart. The power of my magic pushed me back as it went right through the monster, freezing it from the bottom to the top. My heartbeat rose and rose as I pushed my hands towards the monster's body that had no begun to melt into fine dust. So I immersed the cold magic that came out of me, letting it go along my skin and brushing my hair with its wickedness.
The monster, little by little turned into more finer dust making it turn into nothing as it swirled in the frigid air that swirled around me.

  As I blinked the monster was gone.

  Leaving me standing on my feet, staring at the empty floor that had been coated with black dust before. And before I knew it, I collapsed onto the ground and felt the world swirl around me.

  I felt someone's hand on my shoulder.

  "Hold on."

  The ambassador.

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Hello everybody! Here's the chapter 4.2 that I've been working a long time to finish. So did you like it? And what do you think is going to happen next??

Chapter 5.1 is coming very soon:))

Xoxo Lineyybooks