Princess Amara

Chapter Twenty-Four

The world erupted. 

Like it had been in wait, and finally it pounced. 

Everything blasted into a collision of white light. 

Power so raw and damned swirled around us, sending us all flailing backwards, only the brightness was there, the never ending white light. 

My hair whipped around me like a curtain, my body lifted as I reached for anything, something to hold onto. 

What the fuck was happening? 

Nothing was where it should have been, and no one was where they needed to be. 

Time fell away, the world was ripped apart, or maybe I was ripped from it. 

But maybe I had ripped it apart. 

Because she had asked, she had asked how she had died, how my Mother had died, and the pain the fear had struck through me like the sword. 

And then I was holding onto the only thing that I had left of her. 

The only thing that reassured me that she wasn't truly gone, that she was still with me. 

That small string of light inside of me, that felt like her, smelled like her, that reminded me of her dark brown skin, her warm smile, the curve of her nose, the slant of her eyes. 

My Mother. 

I screamed, screamed because I could still feel her, feel her warm hand against my cheek, the press of her lips against my forehead, the pressure of her love, she was everywhere and then gone. 

Gone. 

Her body cold, her eyes unseeing, the blood, I could still feel the warmth of the blood under my hands, the way it ran like a river, pulled her like a river further and further away from me. 

And it was like I pushed her in, I pushed her away, I fed her to the beast Death, and he ate her, absorbed her and took her so far away from me that I knew all I had was that string, that small string. 

And I panicked. 

Panicked because I had never pulled that hard on it in my entire life. 

Even when she had tried to teach me to harness it, to understand it, I never pulled too hard, and she never pushed too hard. 

Because we both knew, unspoken but completely understood. 

We both knew it could tear worlds apart. 

The scream died on my lips as my body dropped like a stone into a hard solid floor. 

"Motherfuc-", I barely breathed, before I felt it. 

The words died on my lips as I blinked, only to find darkness, a deep dark, like the bottom of well. 

I knew if I looked I wouldn't even be able to see my own hand in front of my face. 

Let alone the sharp tip of a blade that someone had pressed barely into my throat. 

All I could hear was my own heavy labored breathing, nothing else. 

But I could feel the individual who was standing over me, their sword a warning into the curve of my neck. 

I gulped, wincing as I felt the blade press deeper into the skin of my neck. 

"Am I blind?" I asked quietly out into the darkness. 

The person didn't move and inch, but I could feel the confusion, the hesitation at my stupid ass question.