The wind did not seem friendly today. It blew fiercely against the sails of a boat. It gusted through the branches of trees and circled Rainey like a swarm of bees.
The wind felt dry and dusty. Her body began to suffocate itself. She never liked the wind. It sucked out all the moisture in her skin. Her lips began to tear by pieces and her hair flew wildly, blocking her view. However, she continued to follow him.
Even through this large tornado, she catched a short glimpse of his tousled hair and his hand fixed on the hilt of a rusty sword. The ground shook and the rocks and pebbles implanted themselves on the heel of her foot. It was painful to walk barefoot on unsturdy ground.Her own blood seeped into the ground like water.
The wounds inflicted on her arms opened up. There was nothing she could do to help stop the blood loss. The rags that covered her wounds were soaked heavily in blood, so she simply left it unattended.
She experienced a great deal of torture up until here, that it made something as small as these wounds seem inferior to her past experiences.She could almost sense it. They were reaching their destination. She would be grateful if she could take some water and wash her scars away, before she laid down her head for execution on the great rock, that witnessed much greater bloodshed than she had.
The pupils in her eyes changed from azure blue to silver grey. Her eyes always changed according to her emotions since she was little. The emotion she felt now was fear. Her eyes did not lie, neither did her mind. She knew that she was afraid and alone deep inside her heart.
Rainey was her name. It was good to remind herself that, incase she forgot who she really was. Rainey knew that her name would be forgotten once she left this world, so she wondered why she was given a name that meant power, when she died in such a powerless and nameless way.
Maybe, people like her were named like numbers. They were given a name just to count themselves, instead of a name that defined who they really were.
This time, the wind regained its anger and blew at full force . Her feet lost their balance and she fell to the cracked ground. The strength in her body slowly drained out and she found it difficult to get up. She sat there and crossed her legs like the children back at home who crossed their legs and excitedly watched the puppeteer tell them a funny story.
The boy in front vanished from her sight. It would not take him that long to realize she was not following him anymore. Her hands were cuffed, so that she wouldn't use her abilities.
Rainey could not even wipe the salty tears that wetted her face.
Alcinder turned back to see if she was still standing. She was worn out. It would be easier to kill her now, rather than dragging the weight of her body all the way. Alcinder let his hand trail through his light brown hair and pulled on his hood, that helped cover his sea blue eyes. He took out his sword and dragged it through the ground, marking his trail. She sat there so helpless. Her once beautiful legs were covered in scratches and her hair that was once decorated with ornaments, began to fall out. Alcinder's dark blue cape fluttered in the wind.
He came from behind her. He moved silently and carefully, almost like a skilled executioner. His eyes began to gleam a bright blue colour. Alcinder liked his eyes that way. Blue was such a heartless and cold colour.
His hands gripped his sword and he moved it in a swift manner like a great dance. He heaved the sword into place. The struck happened in a matter of seconds.
Rainey felt the steel blade pierce into her heart. The sword forced out large streams of thick blood. She gaped in horror at the blood that left her body like a waterfall. Her eyes were wide open and her pupils began to dim in colour. She imagined how her sisters would be at this moment. It was the only thing she seemed to think of. The familiar sight of a boy with blue eyes invaded her mind and it was the last thing she envisioned.
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Six Fates
FantasyRainey felt the steel blade pierce into her heart. The sword forced out large streams of thick blood. She gaped in horror at the blood that left her body like a waterfall. At this moment in time, 7000 miles away: Aife's beautiful face and pensive ey...