"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 people 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." I remember him, from when we met in the woods when I met with Yount for the first time.
"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 of 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 walls 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. There's 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 hand in his and directs me to the podium.
"Your majesty, I'm not prepared. Can't we just wait at least a week." As I'm saying this, 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.
"I have to Alexander." I let out a deep sigh, "Fine." Leaving him where he's standing, I walk, reluctantly, to the podium. I breath quietly and start recite the spell.
I look up at the waxing cresent moon, it shines bright on me, I began, "Pepeo u pepeo prah u prah uskrsni moje sestre ovim žrtvama koje moraš. pepeo u pepeo prah u prah uskrsni moje sestre ovim žrtvama koje moraš." In front of me some candles light up on their own, and thunder claps under us. The fighting still rages outside as I try to focus, for now the spell is actually working. I can feel the magic mixing through my body. The necklace around my neck starts to glow on my chest, the color is golden and black as it pours around me. It's like a smoke, a beautiful magical smoke. I clutch onto the podium, my nails digging into the old wood.
"Is that it?" I ask.
"Not exactly." Coming from the door on the left of me are four girls. They look to be around my age, some looking a little older. They stand in front of me, I look towards Piper. She shrugs her shoulders, not understanding what is going on.
"Your majesty, who are these girls?" asked Piper.
The words that leave his lips scare me to my core, "The sacrifices." He said it like he was taking an order or something.
"The sacrifices? No one told me that people were going to die!" I say, enraged.
He walks up to me; I cower under his power.
"Quinneth, you're not dumb, but you act like it sometimes."
"DON'T TALK TO HER LIKE THAT!" Screams Alexander, he uses all the energy he has to say that.
"Hit him." A guard punches Alexander in the face, some blood flies from his mouth.
"Leave him alone, please." I whine.
"I don't want to hurt him, it's you. You're pushing me to be evil."
"No one told me I had to kill people." I say outraged. I look behind me at the so called "sacrifices", they don't even look scared. They look determine and content for sacrificing their life to their king.
"What did you think the spell meant?" I shake my head, obviously confused, he then recites the spell to me in English, "ashes to ashes, dust to dust, resurrect my sisters with these sacrifices you must. It's the balance of life, you bring a person back from the dead someone must take their place." I let out a gasp and look towards Piper. From the look on her face, I can tell she didn't know what it meant. I do remember her trying to translate it for me, sacrifice? She was right.
Before saying the spell, and killing the sacrifices, I look to Alexander. He's so beautiful, even if he is all messed up. But I must do this to protect him.
I don't say anything but just turn around, facing the women that I must kill. Yount slips something cold in my hands, looking down I see that it's a knife. The blade is skinny, but sharp.
"I can do this." I whisper to myself.
"Say the spell, but in the place of sister say The First power names." I put everything behind me, and I tune out the screams and kills that are going outside.
"Pepeo u pepeo prah u prah uskrsni, Fridda, ovim žrtvama koje moraš." The knife in my hand starts to shake. Can I do this? I have to do this. The knife comes to the base of their neck and starts to slice them. Blood spews out into me, I try to cover my mouth but its gets inside of it. The girl drops to the ground, a few tears leave my eyes, but I keep myself together.
"QUINNETH STOP!" says Alexander.
"Be quiet!" If he keeps talking, I'll stop, and he'll be dead.
My body moves to the next person, they don't even have fear in their eyes of me killing them. It's. . .peace in those blue orbs. "Pepeo u pepeo prah u prah uskrsni, Farrah, ovim žrtvama koje moraš." Yet again, I cut another throat, the body does the same as the other and drops to the ground. Lying next to the first one.
"Pepeo u pepeo prah u prah uskrsni, Tallulah, ovim žrtvama koje moraš." Drop. Blood. Lay.
I move to the last girl, now this girl was different than the others. I can see fear in her eyes, she didn't want to die. She wanted to live, find a love and have kids. My hand starts to stall, but my brain tells me to keep going.
"What are you waiting for, DO IT!" Shouts Yount.
I start to shake my head, "I don't think I can."
"Fine. Stab him." Before I could object, he stabs Alexander straight in his stomach. I feel like a part of me is dying, a part of me which belongs to Alexander. He drops to the ground clutching his stomach. Trying to push the blood back into him.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!"
"I'm tired of you holding back and wasting my time. If you don't kill that girl right now, I'll cut his throat." The knife is now at the base of it, he tries to move around but they hold him close.
"Let me die Quinn." says Alexander.
"I can't, I won't."
Turning back around, I hold the sharp blade to her neck. She shakes under it.
"I'm sorry. Pepeo u pepeo prah u prah uskrsni, Osseriya, ovim žrtvama koje moraš." Then the blade slices across her neck, she starts to choke but just drops and dies. I see the life leave her eyes. Four dead, by the hands of me.
The castle starts to shake, I hold onto the podium so I don't fall. The fire in the candles burst up and the necklace around my neck glows brightly.
Then. . .everything stops. A vision flashes over my eyes, The First power laying in the tomb, only this is different, it shows them waking up. Surrounding them are a bunch of hieroglyphics and mummies. Then. . .nothing.
"Is- is it over." I ask Yount.
"It is, now where are they?"
"Ummm I couldn't see clearly. But around them were these hieroglyphics."
"Egypt, they're in Egypt."
Leaving him in his excitement I run over to Alexander. The guards drop him to the ground, obviously done with him. My hands press against his stomach, trying to hold in the blood. His eyes flutter in and out of consciousness.
"Quinneth." He gasps.
"Don't try to talk." I tell him, but he ignores that.
"What did you do?"
"I did this to save your life, that's what you do for the people you love." So much blood, is all I could think. As quickly as the blood spilled from his being, he stopped moving and breathing. I try to shake him but to no avail. No, he can't die on me, not now. "I'll deal with the consequences later."
"Alexander. . .Alexander. . .ALEXANDER!"
Nothing, no response. A gross sob leaves me, I killed him, me and me alone. My hands go back to his stomach, but no matter how much I press, the blood keeps coming.
I look closely at my hands; it's painted with the blood of my lover. A realization comes to me, the visions. In Ida's shop when I touched Sasha's hands, I got a glimpse of three pictures. One was an oak tree, bloody hands and four girls in a tomb. I already saw the oak tree when the wolf, Katana, took me to it. It showed me the mini story of The First power. Then the bloody hands, I thought I saw them in the cafeteria that day but I was wrong.
The hands belong to me, and the blood belongs to Alexander. It was prophesied, all along this was supposed to happen. He was supposed to get stabbed and I was supposed to be the reason why. I try to wipe away the blood on my white nightgown, that is now bathed in his blood. Stain of it still remains on my hand.
As I wipe vigorously, I feel myself becoming weak. My hands start to fall, my eyes droop and my head tilts. I collapse onto the ground; my head aligns with Alexander's feet as my feet are aligned with his head. My hand sits on top of his, around me I see people running amuck. Yount and his people are now gone, most likely going to get The First power.
Since I have a good view of the doors, I see a bunch of people rush in. It's Alexander's father and his pack. One person I know extremely well comes over to me, it's Lyra. What is she doing here?"
"Lyra." I say, my voice coming out faint.
"Quinneth, oh Quinneth. We have to help you." With the little energy I have I shake my head. My finger points to Alexander.
"Help him first, he needs it." She shakes her head, a few tears leaving her tear ducts.
"I- I won't leave you. Remember in the living room, at your grandfather's date, we said we would never leave each other. I don't know about you, but I'm not a liar. I meant it, I will be here with you now and when you die." That's Lyra, my best friend. "I won't leave you, sister." Her hand sweeps coolly against my forehead.
Before I succumb to the darkness, I look to Alexander. It will probably be the last time I see him, so I absorb his look. That dark hair, and the little piece that hangs over his eye. Those dark, mysterious eyes with the grey flecks that swarm in them. Also, his beautiful, and perfect smile. How I'll miss that. And the warm feeling I get when he kisses me goodbye. All our fights, all the bickering suddenly doesn't seem important anymore. Just the love we shared.
Suddenly, all I see is darkness.
Narrators P.O.V-
On the hard, marble floors lay a man and a woman. A man and a woman who had immense love for each other. Her hand sits easy in the palm of his. Those hands that stroked each other's cheeks, those hands that gave each other comfort. Those hands that have killed the both of them. Deep inside them, a sparkle of light sits. Waiting to come out and bring them back to their glory selves. Around them surrounds chaos and panic, they are both shaken vigorously. Hoping to see their beautiful eyes and the twitch of their lip. But nothing. The man and the woman don't wake up. Quinneth and Alexander, those are their names, don't wake up.
Location: Someone far. . .far away
On the other side of the world sits a woman, her curly hair hangs on her shoulders. The black eyes stare out the window. In her hand sits a cup of hot tea, the steam rises in the cold air. Her legs cross over the other, the foot on the ground taps in anticipation.
She's been waiting, waiting for the signal, waiting for the butterflies in her stomach to flutter to let her know of change. The change that should be happening sometime soon.
"Ma'am, do you need some more tea?" asks one of her servants. She turns her head up to the rather tall, blonde headed woman.
"No, I'm good." The servant walks away, shutting the wooden door ever so quietly. The curly haired woman looks back out the window. In the white crisp snow plays a couple of school children. One around the age of 6 and the other 4- or 5. They throw snowballs at each other, their joyous laughs echo around them.
A smile comes to the curly-haired woman's lips, then an angry expression. "Shut up down there before I cut your throats." The school kids hear her and run, for they know who she is. They were warned of her, of her evilness, of her being an abomination made from the moon goddess herself.
The monster that haunts the dreams of everyone around the world who even knows what fear is.
Then, as sudden as the snowflakes falling from the sky, she gets a flutter. The flutter that tells her that the something she is waiting for is coming. It's here, finally.
"Servant!" Her voice screams.
In walks the servant, "Yes ma'am?"
"Saddle my horses, it's time for me to go home."
"Yes ma'am." The woman stops, as the curly haired woman says something else.
"It's not ma'am, its princess."
"Princess who?" The servant says quietly.
"Princess Sasha. Daughter of the Red Wolf, King of Insofar and soon King of Nygaard." The servant runs out the room, and the curly haired woman, now to be known as Sasha, puts a grim smile on her face.
"I'm coming home father. We shall get our revenge."
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THE END OF BOOK 1
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