Bab 140: The resurrection pt.1
“No, no, no that’s not right.” I mumble to myself. This needs to be right; it has to be right. Pepeo u pepeo. . .prah u prah. . .uskrsni moje sestre ovim žrtvama koje moraš. Perfect!” I’ve been practicing saying the spell over and over again, making sure I get it perfect, which I have.
I sweep up my long, white nightgown in my hands. They don’t have any modern pajamas here, so I’m made to wear this 18th century nightgown. It’s quite beautiful, white with laces on the sleeves and hem. No one has come to see me for quite some time, maybe they have their hands filled. Now that I think about it, Lia hasn’t come by either. She’s in here every hour seeing if I need something to eat or drink.
She’s probably busy cooking food or helping some-
BOOM!
I jump from the loud noise that comes from under my feet.
BOOM!
Another one that comes from outside my alcove window. What the hell is going on? Grabbing up my white lace nightgown in my hands, I quickly run to the window. My feet are cold against the marble floors, they never gave me any slippers. Looking out, all I see is anarchy. People dead on the ground, their cold bodies move with the wind. Others fighting with each other, screams erupting from their throats.
Looking closely, I can recognize Alexander’s father, and by his side Henry and Charles. Oh god, this can’t be true. They must have come to free Alexander; I should have seen this coming. Now I must not only protect my mate, but them also. They don’t know me that well, but still, they are humans with lives to live and they should live it to the fullest. Yount will blame me for this, it will somehow be my fault.
I jump again as I hear banging at my door. They scream for me, scream my name. I don’t who it is, is it the Golden Summit Pack? Is it the unknown people I seen out there fighting alongside them, or Yount?
“In the name of the King, open this door!” I don’t recognize the voice, but I know that it belongs to a man. Scared of what he may do, I sling the door open. This man, whom I don’t know, is wearing all black. He looks like a; well, I don’t know.
“Who are you?” I ask him.
“I’m Roman, a son of Sylo, I'm here to direct you to the King.”
“What’s going on?”
“We are under attack; you must remain protected.” My hand clutches the door, afraid of us being under attack. I didn’t need him to tell me that I could figure it out from the mass of dead bodies outside.
“Ok, uh can I-.” My sentence is cut off by the jerking of my arm. I’m no longer in my room, but am being hurried down the hall by Roman, the strapping son of Sylo.
“You must do the resurrection spell now!” He yells to me as we pace down the hall. My white nightgown flows behind me as I feel my feet hurting against the flat ground. Many of people pass us by, trying not to be at the hands of the warriors. Screams pour out around me, I don’t see anyone I know, maybe they le- wait he said what!
“Do it now! I- I can’t do it, I’m not ready.” We turn down another hallway, I almost slip but Roman makes sure I doesn't as he clutches me closely to his body. I could feel his latissimus dorsi against me, it’s strong oh so strong.
“Well, you need to be ready you have no choice!” To my left a person comes flying through a big glass of window, the person lays before my feet. Shards are glass stick in every bit of his body, also my feet. “Ahh.” I let out a painful moan.
Roman, seeing how much pain I’m in, offers to help me. “Lift your feet up my sweet.” I do what he says as he plucks the glass out. I try to hold in my groan as I feel the deep glass leave the wall of my feet. His hardened hands glide against the skin of my feet, he’s so delicate yet so dominate.
Once he’s done, he slips my body up in his arms and runs us down the hall. I look behind me as I see the person who came through the window take his last breath, the last breath of life.
“Why now?” I say to Roman. “It doesn't seem like the perfect time to do it, since were under ATTACK!” My voice booms. “An- and what of Alexander? Is he ok?”
It takes him a few minutes to answer me, “Your Alexander is kept somewhere safe. Some girl tried to come down and take him away, but before she could get down there, we moved him. Also, we have no choice but to do the spell, the waxing crescent is at its peak.”
Before I know it were at the ballroom, he gently sits me on my feet. Theirs a little pain, but not that much. Pushing open the grand doors, I trudge in. He doesn’t walk in with me, as I turn around, he’s gone. Like he was never here.
In front me is Yount, Stella, Piper and some guards. On this side of the castle, it’s not under attack. There mostly attacking from the east and west parts of Insofar. Yount grabs my arm in his and directs me to the podium.
“Your majesty, I’m not prepared. Can’t be just wait at least a week.” As I’m saying this is Yount puts the Black Lotus necklace around my neck, candles sit on the podium in front of me and the spell book at my hands. He’s ignoring me, not even listening to the words coming out of my mouth.
“I’M NOT DOING THIS!” My voice rattles the room, everyone looks at me. Moreover, Yount gives me a menacing look. He walks grimly towards me, and clutches my face.
“Look girl, this spell is being done tonight. You don’t get to decide when things happen, I do. When you become King, then you can decide. Now, get your ass on that podium and do as I say.
I stand my ground, not moving an inch. He finds me standing my ground to be somewhat amusing.
“Fine you want to play, so can I. BRING HIM IN!” What is he talking about? Coming in the doors, two guards are dragging a beaten-up man, I realize that the beaten-up man is Alexander. Piper said he was ok, and that he had a few bruises not as much as I see now. A few quiet moans leave his lips, his clothes are tattered shivers shake him erratically. They drop him to the ground, his head hands low.
I try to run to him, but Yount stands in my way. He leaves a little space so I can still see Alexander, poor Alexander.
“If you don’t do this, I will kill him with my bare hands.” A gulp slides down my throat, I know he will kill him, he’s a murderer just like everyone around him.
“Quinneth.” I hear Alexander say quietly. “Don’t do this.” He doesn’t understand, I’ll do anything to protect him. I love him.
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