PASTS
Ophelia stared at Everit. Who was he? Why was he down here? She couldn't find her voice to speak any of these questions. She was still shocked by his presence alone.
"Ophelia, is it?" he asked her. She just nodded. "Why were you running away, Ophelia?" He looked hard at her, his mouth set in a grim line.
"B-because I had to. I couldn't stay."
Everit seemed to consider this for a moment. "Why couldn't you stay?"
Ophelia shook her head. How could she explain this? He wasn't someone from Hysteria it seemed. But was he a Good Soul? Would he even understand if she told him how she lived, and that the Watchers wanted her? "I don't belong in Hysteria," was all she said.
"And why is that? Because you're pretty? You don't think you belong here because you don't look like such a terrible monster? I'm not sold. You may have a deceivingly attractive appearance, but your soul reeks like all the others," Everit snapped at her.
"So why don't you do it?" Ophelia demanded.
Everit looked confused. "Do what?"
Ophelia spread her arms wide, exposing her chest. "Kill me. Use your big, shiny sword and kill me," she said simply. Despite her calm tone, her heart was hammering in her chest.
Everit looked unsure. Slowly, he lifted the sword and pointed it at her chest. Ophelia shrunk back slightly, closing her eyes. He was really going to do it. It's better this way, she told her self, At least it'll be quick. If Watchers' caught me it would be long and torturous.
She felt the cool blade press above her left breast, right over her heart. Then, suddenly, it was gone. Just like that. She heard if clank against the floor. Startled, she opened her eyes. Everit had sunk down to the floor, his blade resting at his side. His head was down and she could not see his face.
Not sure what to do, Ophelia got down on her knees as well, facing him. His hair concealed all of his face but his chin. "Are you alright?" asked Ophelia.
"You are not one of them, are you?" he answered her question with another.
She shook her head, though he couldn't see her do it. "No, I'm not. What made you change your mind?" she asked of him.
He looked up at her, blue eyes blazing with a mixture between hatred and something else Ophelia couldn't quite place. "You didn't attack me," he told her simply.
She was stunned. "Of course not."
He took in her expression and gave a sort of half-laugh. "If you were one of them, the moment I raised that sword you would have done anything in your power to kill me. And if you are under a Glamour, it's one of the strongest I've ever seen."
"I've never heard of a 'Glamour'. What is it?" she asked him with open curiosity.
"It's something the people of Hysteria use to cover their hideous faces. It doesn't last forever and can only be preformed by a powerful warlock. It makes them look normal, more appealing. It helps them draw people in, so they can slaughter them," Everit explained.
