Spymasters Healer - ACOTAR Fanfiction

Chapter 2 - The Healer

Mable held the daffodil between her thumb and forefinger, twirling it lightly, the stem staining her fingers green. Surrounding her feet were flowers of pink, blue and yellow; there sweet aroma filling the air making the meadow seem like Velaris' best candy store. Velaris. The sparkling city had been her home for one hundred years now and she'd finally learned to love it. Love the busy streets, the sweet smell of cooking pastries and confectionery. Love the bright nights and sparking stars, but most of all the people.

The people where the heart of Velaris. They were filled with joy and happiness, gave love to the city, and cared for it. Even in the darker more dangerous ends, where women would spend their nights parading around in clothing that was too scandalous and where men bet away all their money and drank, Mable knew the citizens still loved Velaris.
She was ten when her father told her he was sending her away from Illyria to a city she had only heard of through whispers and dreams. Her face had dropped, and tears had built up in her eyes, but she knew deep down that it was for her own protection after all.

The cold breeze blew against her face, dishevelling her loosely braided waist length hazel hair. She had styled it exactly as her mother did when she was younger. Flowers of blue and white and little golden beads interlaced into small, thin plaits then woven into an elaborate braid down her back. Mable hard gaze bore into the words engraved into the headstone embedded into the ground before her 'Sophia Dragna'. The stone had started cracking and moss was growing up the sides, but it still contained that essence of beauty and uniqueness, just like her mother had. Tears rolled down her cheeks accompanying the tight knot forming in her throat. She fell to her knees, uncontrollable sobbing and shaking now taking over her body.

On the night her mother was murdered Mable woke to the sound of screams.

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Mable sat up in her bed just as her body froze in terror. She could hear screams. Her mother's screams. And voices, male voices, but none of them belonged to her father she knew that much. He had left the previous day to go to the Illyrian Steppes. He was too far away to hear anything now.

Mable struggled out of her bed, pulling at the sheet tangled around her small body. As soon as her feet thudded against the warm wood she crept out of her room, not making a single sound, her heart beat wildly with dread. Mable only made it to the threshold before she saw he mother being held by an Illyrian. Her back was pressed against his front and a large hand was wrapped around her throat. Another stood at her front holding a knife hard against her belly. The belly that currently held Mable's baby brother. She had seen them before, remembered hearing their names, somewhere. The one at her mother's back...Kyril, and the one at her front... Neron.

Mable could only just hear Kyrils words as he spoke.
"Where is it Sophia?"he tightened his hand around her throat, leaving her gasping for air. His features were harsh. Eyes dark as night and a rugged face that complimented his dark braided hair. A large scar started on the right side of his face and ran from his hair line across the bridge of his nose all the way to his left cheek.

"I don't know" Mable's mother struggled to get the words out.

"Don't lie to us!" Neron pressed the Dagger harder against her belly, making a loud cry erupt from her throat. Mable flinched back and felt a tear roll down her cheek. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop them, they were two of the strongest Illyrians in the mountains and she barely even knew how to how to hold a knife. Her mother had never allowed it, she had always told Mable her father would be there to protect them from big bad men and monsters. Mable wasn't so sure about that anymore.

"You have two options" Kyrils hot breath burned against Sophia's ear and his teeth nipped at her lobe, "one, you can tell us where you hid it and little harm will be done to you and the little beauty inside you. Or, you don't tell us and I snap your pretty, little neck. Your choice, you have ten seconds to choose.
"Ten"
"I don't know what you want." Sophia's words were desperate and fearful.
"Eight"
"Please, just let me go, I'll help you find what you're looking for!"
"Six"
"Five"
A single tear rolled down Sophia's cheek as she turned her head away from Neron. Her eyes met Mables.
Mable watched as her mother's eyes widened.
"Three"
As soon as the word left Kyrils mouth, Mable ran at Neron, jumping onto his back wrapping her arms around his head, embedding her nails into his eyes. He released the dagger as he tried to pull her hands away. She was strong for a seven-year-old. Sophia snatched Neron's knife from the air before it hit the ground and and plunged it behind her. She could feel warm liquid trickle over her hand and she realised she had embedded it in Kyril's side. He pushed Sophia away.as a painful growl rumbled from his throat.

Mable couldn't remember much after having her fingers in Neron's eyes except scarlet blood, salty tears and the cold patter of rain outside. She could remember seeing her mother's body on the floor in the kitchen, lax and lifeless, covered in her own blood. Mable had clung to her corpse like a Caterpillar to a branch, not letting go even when healers had come in to help her and her mother. She wouldn't dare let go. Holding on seemed to be the only thing she could do anymore, and when they had pried her hands off her mother she had screamed and cried till her voice was hoarse.

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Mable gathered herself back together and attempted to stuff her emotions and feelings back into her healing heart. Her knees still shook as she raised herself of the dew-covered grass. Dew. Mable looked around, the trees were still now, and the sky had turned grey, small raindrops hit her skin sending shivers down her spine. She had fallen asleep she realised, for too long. Shadows were settling among the trees and figures were moving through the brush. It was time to go. Mable turned and sprinted out of the meadow, through the trees.

Hello my dear readers, i hope you have enjoyed the story so far. Please do not fear I will be making the chapters longer and will have either just one of the characters POV or both. I would love feedback and your suggestions on what i should put in. Stay tunned.

All my love, Satine xo