The Shattered Night

56| Piper

This can't be happening. This can't be happening. This can't be happening.

I want to believe the small voice in my head telling me that the current world is just a nightmare. I want to believe the small voice in my head telling me that what I had just seen was all just a mistake. I want to believe that reality is not reality, and that I am currently living in an alternate universe.

But no.

Despite the effort I am trying to energize so I can keep on my calm facade, everything around me seems to break into fractures. Blood is splattered all over my hands, and unto the earth beneath me. Blood is a symbol telling me that I cannot walk away from fate.

The truth is terrifying, and I can only let myself give in to the darkness. I can only let myself feel like a complete monster. Because no matter what happens in the end, there is only the nature of life and death that can lead us down our path for the future.

Another soul has been surrendered. We have lost our ruler. The humans have lost their only hope. Their last hope.

I had just watched the queen die right before my eyes, and it was all my fault. Evelina had somehow given up her life just for the sake of my own. She had done a greater sacrifice than anyone could ever make. She had done the impossible, when the heart had a last second change, and a last second purifier. The queen had turned good at the very end of her life. She was the person who deserved to continue on thriving, not me.

"She's dead?"

The Silver Inquisition Captain walks up beside me, and falls down to his knees, right besides the queen. His voice is more of a question than a statement, although we both know the truth. We both had seen this coming, and yet, neither of us did anything about it.

"She's dead."

My voice is barely a whisper coming out from my parched throat. The feeling is as if I had not drank water in days. My heart is on the brink of extinction, and through all the coming tears that turn my world into a blur, I can see to make out the taut expression on Jagger's face.

"How did it happen? I can't believe...I can't process how she just...disappeared."

Nothing my voice can force out, can make an answer to the captain's question. I don't have the will to even live on. Our kingdom is in ruins, and now we have no ruler. We are all breaking.

Even at the highest peak of my world, I know at this very moment, the war is nothing to what the queen had just done. I can not emphasize how much pain this is for me to experience, knowing very well, that I was the cause of her death. Evelina had been the last hope for the human's victory, and now, that is all gone.

Time had rewound those last few moments of the queen's life, and I can just visualize every detail so clearly. It is a punishment for me, telling myself what a demon I am. It is a deal with the Devil. Maybe if someone had killed me such a long time ago, none of this would have happened. After all, wasn't I the cause of all this turmoil? My New magic, as well as everyone else's, was ruining everything.

"The queen is dead. The queen is dead."

The emphasis of my tone is undeniable, and suddenly, I just want to destroy the whole world and watch it crumble beneath my feet. Why was it always me? Why was I the one who always had to suffer?

The piercing of the arrow crossing through the queen's chest. The blood that splattered like paint down the earth. The wide and frozen motion of her eyes. Everything had come together, just to destroy me at the very last moment. Fate had never been on my side. It turned out that there was only darkness.