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Kapitel 10: CHAPTER 9
Phara was silent. Too silent perhaps. And Laurel couldn't stand it. She wanted to look for trouble but for some weird reason she couldn't bring herself to do so. Rather she was worried. A feeling that she rarely experienced. Phara's face bore a pale expression, she barely ate her meals as if disgusted by whatever was in front of her. Laurel pouted in dissatisfaction. Their parent hadn't been around for a while and hence she had no idea what to do.
After a sickening while at the table, Laurel decided to break the silence. "Phara…" no response, "PHARA…" she called louder.
"Mmmmm!?" Phara responded as she snapped out of her reverie. Her weary eyes stared at Laurel in response to the call of her name. "Do you need something?" She sounded like she was dying. Her face sunken which made her cheekbone stand out.
Laurel just stared at her sister still looking for the appropriate words to speak. "What…What happened to you?"
"What do you mean, I'm perfectly alri…"
"Don't brush off the question. What is wrong with you? You keep staring at the plate, but you won't eat. Look at you, almost dead from malnutrition. What on earth happened to you?"
"…" Phara just stood up and left the dining area.
"Where are you going?" Laurel turned to face her sister who walked past her.
"My room," was her reply as she climbed the stairs.
"Sullivan follow her." Laurel ordered the lazy feline that was playing with an imaginary ball underneath the table.
"Eh! I'm on it." He crawled out and went up the stairs after his mistress. [Now that I think of it she should be his Master. Tell me what you think.]
His tiny feet moved across the corridor swiftly. He however became conscious of his surroundings as he began to approach Phara's room.
"Leave me alone, please."
That was his mistress' voice. Was she with someone? That was not possible, in fact it was absurd to think such. "Mistress?" He entered the room to see Phara curled in her bed. He could perceive it in the air. There was an evil presence hovering over her.
He climbed on the bed to take a closer look at her. She was whispering. Not that he could hear her properly it even seemed like she was whispering in some other language.
A glow in the corner of the room caught his attention. He got off the bed to find out what it was and lo and behold it was her amulet.
'Why is it off her?'
He turned into a sparrow and picked it up with his feet. He flew over Phara and threw it over her head. As soon as the amulet made contact made contact with her person a sudden flash of light engulfed the room.
Sullivan who was surprised by the sudden brightness regained his composure and returned to his feline form. The air felt a lot calmer now and Phara was asleep on her bed lying peacefully. Satisfied with the results of his little venture he cuddled up next to her to monitor her next actions.
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[Phara]
Ever since her encounter with Siphara in the bathroom her days after were filled with dread. The screams of different things; people, animals, supernaturals, angels, demons, the abyss, the fallen cradle. Things she had no idea of filled her head. So much disorientation, for her being awake was torture but going to sleep was like asking the devil for peace. She couldn't take it.
She would drag herself to the dining, hungry but uninterested in the meal before her. Not once, not twice, she was even oblivious to the fact that her parents were not at home.
While the screams continued on in her head her food would take the form of guts of only The Sovereign knew. The same thing happened to her again today. Oblivious to her sister's intense stares or the cat that was playing beneath the white marble table. All she could hear were screams.
Siphara didn't make matters better as she just sat across her with a coy smile plastered on her face. She was however only visible to Phara. She kept rambling hateful things and nonsenses that Phara could care less about. She just wanted the screams to stop. Fatigue wore her out…
"Phara…"
She wanted it to end. Weird thoughts started filling her head. How to get rid of the voices, the screams were suffocating, she couldn't bear it anymore. She couldn't bear it any…
"PHARA…"
She turned to face the person who called her. Laurel's face portrayed frustration, heavy frustration. "Mmmmm!?" She weakly responded.
Laurel's stare became even more sullen, "What…What happened to you?"
Phara wondered whether Laurel knew what was going on with her. But out of instinct she replied, "What do you mean? I perfectly alri…"
"Don't brush off the question. What is wrong with you? You keep staring at the plate, but you won't eat. Look at you, almost dead from malnutrition. What on earth happened to you?"
Laurel was obviously angry at her. But she definitely didn't know what was going on. Phara just stared at her unable to answer her because she herself was confused and scared.
After a brief moment of silence, she stood up and began to walk towards the stairwell. Her objective was to isolate herself as soon as possible before Laurel's yelling made her lose sanity.
After walking past Laurel without a word, Laurel asked, "Where are you going?"
Without much thought she just shrugged and gave an answer, "My room."
As she journeyed up the stairs the screams became louder, much more gruesome than before. She clutched her head as she struggled to navigate the path to her room through dizzy eyes. She slumped on her bed and drew her legs close to her chest and buried her face in them.
"These are the wails of people we've killed Phara. They won't be going any time soon." Siphara slurred as she whispered in Phara's ears.
"Please, make it stop." Phara pleaded weakly but was only replied with and even louder squeal. The abyss; it's screams where the worst of them all. She drew herself in tightly. "Please, stop."
The screams of the abyss were ones that preached insanity to whoever heard them. Phara couldn't bear it. They made her ears feel like they were about to bleed.
"Please leave me alone." She pleaded even louder.
"And who do think will help you, these are the things you've done to others. Did you really expect mercy?" Siphara scoffed. "There is no savior for those forsaken of The Sovereign. We will be subject to trials without reward, lives without meaning. Nothing will ever change that, nothing can ever change that. There is no redemption for the condemned. There is no h…"
Suddenly a bright light appeared in front of Phara. It was warming, calm and inviting. Without even thinking it through she grabbed hold of it immediately not even allowing Siphara any chance to retort or complain. The light began to expand rapidly then everything went blank.
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'Yes, there may be no redeemer for the condemned but there is a chance of redemption. I wish you well Wendle my beloved.' The voice faded into the dark
{Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I just resumed last week and the stress has been unending... Enjoy...}