A ShadowSingers Love

The Search

Amara rushed through the house, carrying a slip of paper in her hands as she ran into the library. She frantically burst open the doors and started pulling any and all books of relevance from their shelves. Quick footsteps sounded behind her, chasing after her as her eyes scanned through each book title, throwing it down onto the desk beside her.

The footsteps paused at the door, watching her fumbling open the paper with an envelope. Her hands shook as she flew open page after page of the books, scanning the words written for anything of use. Her eyes scanned so quickly she only processed half of the words, nothing relative showing up. She screamed in annoyance, slamming her hands down onto the table and panted.

She didn't know how much more she could take of this. Searching for answers and never finding anything but small little pieces that led to no where. The amount of research she had put into mating bonds and what might break them, if you could reignite them, anything at all. How to find a mate but nothing helped.

The footsteps started again, softer and slower than before as someone approached her. Gentle hands pressed against her shoulders and for a moment she had almost thought they were Azriel's.

"You need to stop this." Mor said softly, standing over her as she cried over the ancient books. Her tears splattered over the pages as she cried in frustration.

"I can't just let him go Mor, I can't-" She sobbed, balling her hands into fists as her eyes squeezed shut. Why did nothing work? Why couldn't she find anything to help her find him?

"Amara, it's been six weeks. We don't even know if he's alive anymore." Mor said, her voice almost cracking as she softened her voice to keep herself from crying. Amara pulled her shoulders from her grip, looking over at her with wide eyes. She was hysterical, full of pain and emptiness.

"He isn't dead. I can still feel him, somewhere deep down. I know he's alive I just need to find him." That was a lie, she felt nothing of him anymore. There was nothing tied between them and she didn't even know how she was alive with how hollow she felt. But he had to be alive, she wouldn't accept anything else.

Mor sighed, looking down at all of the books splayed over the desk she had drawn out. She turned grim as she looked down at the note. "This has to stop. You are driving yourself mad with grief." She said and picked up the letter that had been placed in Amara's bedroom the night Azriel hadn't come home. The night she had lost everything.

"You can't keep carrying this around like it ties you to him. We have tried Amara but we haven't found him!" Mor gripped the letter and Amara frowned. "Give it back." She growled, looking down at the note. It was the only thing she had, the only clue leading her to Azriel.

"I'm putting an end to this you-"

"He is my mate! If you loved him, if anyof you loved him you would still be searching!" She screamed so loudly her throat burned. Mor went wide eyed with anger, looking over at Amara as she sobbed in anger.

"Don't you dare accuse us of not loving him. He is our brother Amara!" She advanced on Amara, towering over her. "You know damn well we searched hard for him. We exhausted all of our resources, our alliances. Everything and we still didn't find him."

"You shouldn't have given up," She said with a silent calm. Ripping the letter out of her hand and stormed from the library. She would never stop looking, fighting for Azriel and hoping that he was alive. She would not give up hope and she would search until she found him or died trying.