Hatred. Revenge. Nothing can stop her.
Fuelled by unforgiving malevolence, Raven Novarov, a young girl that has lost everything and seen more than any man ever should have, relentlessly seeks the truth.
But you know what they say about the truth, s...
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03
"What do you want to eat?" my mother asked me, wiping her wet hands onto her old half ripped nightgown.
Hila had slowly began speaking to me as the days swept past, her mood becoming brighter while mine only became darker. The Elders would return to Aerelon this evening, and the bubbling chatter outside was almost unbearable. I knew that I was simply being negative, and that I should forget the past and move on, but...
"Whatever you want," I said, still lost in thought.
"I don't want you to ruin tonight," she stated softly, placing a bowl of oatmeal in front of me.
Frowning, I looked at her, "Ruin?"
"Just...You know how hard I work for us...and this is a chance that we may never get again, and I don't want to waste it."
"I know, mother. But he isn't doing this out of the goodness of his heart," I said, considering my words carefully, "He has other intentions and I refuse to let you remain blind-"
Hila sighed, "I'm not blind. But I can't live this life anymore, and I can tell that you don't want to either. Please, do this for me."
The foreboding feeling in my stomach intensified, panic clouding my vision. Something about this was horribly wrong, none of it made any sense yet as I looked into my mothers grief struck, empty, starved eyes I couldn't refuse.
"Fine."
As my mother hugged me in blatant happiness, all I could do is grit my teeth and place a leash on my ever-growing frustration. This wasn't like me; to go along with something that I wasn't okay with and which bothered me to my very core. But I would suck it up just for her to live her few minutes of happiness before Arthur would undoubtedly disappoint her.
"I want you to go out and help Patricias family with preparations, you owe it to them after how they've helped us." Hila smiled, sitting down beside me and beginning to eat.
Another check on the list of people that I utterly despise. "No."
Not surprised with my response, Hila keeps eating, pretending not to hear me.
The tension only grew worse as the seconds flew by, the air becoming suffocating. Leaving my oatmeal half eaten, I walked out of the kitchen, making sure to shut my door before jumping out of my window.
My leather boots were met with soggy wet mud as I walked. And for once, my mind was completely blank, undisturbed by any creeping thoughts of what was to come; of the mystery that was the future. Unpredictable, cruel and beautiful.
So as I walked through the loud bubbling streets all that echoed within my head was the gentle caress that was Ivanna's favourite violin song and the scent of sweet cinnamon. The breeze kissed my face, seemingly alive, just as everything else around me. Everything seemed to buzz, and even I couldn't deny the electrifying feeling on the tip of my tongue. It was almost...magical? As if the world had finally awoken from a deep slumber.
