B L A C K H E A R T
book 2 in the 'chaos series'
after enduring the trials of the void, lusine finds herself on earth. only a matter of time before she is reunited with loki, lusine finds herself questioning things she never questioned before as s...
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twenty eight "never at peace"
In the expanse where the lines had been blurred and smudged by the clumsy hand, Lusine floated.
This was not death. She knew death well. Greeted it when it passed her, smiled when it bowed to her, kissed its hand when she returned the bow.
But this was not life either.
Yes, she lived, but this life had been drained when the blood had gushed from her wounds, flooded the hall and filled the empty reservoir, devoid of magic, to the brim.
Somewhere in the distance, she heard a being enter the room and quietly request the healers to leave them for a moment. This uninvited guest slid her soft hands around Lusine's and was all at once announced as welcome.
"Lusine," She said gently. There was little response as the princess lay and stared at the blank ceiling above as she realigned herself. "I do not know if you are able to hear me."
Lusine's head rolled to the side, blinked slowly as she bore into her cousin. Vision murky and swarmed.
"Oh, you can?" Olea ran her thumb over the back of Lusine's hand, healing the wound with the wisp of green magic that bloomed beneath her touch.
The gorge closed, but an unhealable scar would remain. Lusine gasped at the sting of the heal, but rasped out a sigh at the soothing magic that entered her system.
"I want you to know how... how sorry I am for what happened to you. I wish I could have stopped them, but my vow... my vow prevented me." Olea spoke quietly, her shame burnt vibrant against her pale cheeks.
The tiniest twitch of Lusine's fingers in her hand and the strained nature of the breathy thank you let her know she was forgiven.
"I promise to do everything in my power to heal you in the quickest time possible. It is the most I can do to repent for what I allowed to happen to you," Olea said.
Lusine could barely hear her, could barely see her, though she was completely aware of her presence and her magic knitting her back together steadily.
"Do not... burn out," Lusine managed to choke out, throat sore from screaming as she lay in the pits of hell.
Olea's head titled forwards, her dark mess of scraggly hair falling into her face. A warped smile sank onto her mouth, heavy as a stone thrown into water by the curious boy, eager to see its ripple and the sinking weight diving the depths.
"I am always cautious of that, cousin, but for you I would burn out a thousand times. Even that would not be enough to repent. I should have believed you. I should have never let you go in there. I should have demanded we leave immediately. Oh, I have been truly awful!" Olea pressed her palms to her face. Hid behind them as the tears spilled from her dolly eyes.
