The truth hidden behind the moon's shadow was not easy to unveil. Now the fight for freedom will be all blood and bones. War is brewing on the edge of the horizon and kingdoms will fall at the tip of her blade.
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The water stung her eyes, piercing through her skin as her lungs began to enclose.
A hand gripped her hair tightly, yanking her head out of the water before she fell into unconsciousness. Alesandria took a deep breath, tears falling down her face as she fought to undo her wrists.
"Are you going to do what we ask of you?" Irene's deceiving voice called out to her, her fingers stroking her black locks. Alesandria began to shake, the ropes around her wrists cutting through her flesh.
"I can't!" she begged, praying she wouldn't get slapped once again.
Irene's invidious eyes sized her up, frowning before kicking the bucket of water aside. "Your powers of compulsion are as weak as you are, Rheynoak." She turned over to the tribe leader who was across the room, deep in thought. "And your criticism is unnecessary" he scowled, looking up.
"Well she's not breaking and without her, we can't go through with the plan." Irene turned around to face him, arms crossed over her chest as the tribe leader contemplated on his next words. When he did not answer her, a groan escaped from her lips, directing her anger back to Alesandria.
"Sweet child, there are many other roads I could go along" she reminded her, long nails stroking the delicate Siphon's face. "For example, I can sit here and pluck every single one of your nails from your skin" she cooed, dancing her touch against Alesandria's hand.
The poor Siphon struggled, hurried breaths leaving her lips as the tribe leader continued to taunt her. "Or I could peel your skin off and toss you into a burning fire. Better yet, I could shoot an arrow straight through that royally proclaimed heart of yours" she continued.
Alesandria shook her head, struggling to form words. "P-Please don't. I beg of you" she pleaded, shaking her head even as Irene sunk her sharp nails into her thigh. A pained whimper escaped her lips, blood oozing from the wound inside her mouth.
"Or I can simply render you powerless" she threatened, using her other hand to grasp her hair. Against her wishes, Irene forced herself inside Alesandria's mind, searching through unwanted memories. The Siphon screamed in pain, begging the tribe leader to stop her reign of terror but her pleas fell on deaf ears.
"Oh, what is this?" Irene's lips curled in a conniving smirk as she paused on a specific memory, replaying it in her mind. "Oh, you poor Siphon. Tortured at the hands of the man you once loved. What was his name? Jaris was it?"
At the mention of her dead lover, Alesandria screamed. Her pleas became wrenched sobs, her body thrashing as Irene repeated the name in her ears. "How would you like it if I could replay that moment for you?" she hissed, curling her hands around the Siphon's throat. "Wouldn't you like to feel his hands around your throat once again? Your body succumb to his? Your consent stripped from you?"
"Stop it! Rheynoak, please! Help!" At the mention of his name, Rheynoak snapped his attention back to reality just in time to see Irene silence Alesandria by choking her pleas back down her throat. With lightning reflexes, he winnowed himself in front of Irene, prying her off of Alesandria.
