Seimian Renor Solen
27 day of the Month of Blood
Dark Elf Sanctuary and Tavern
My eyes darted around still, staring at the seemingly blood-washed trees. After so many hours of sitting there staring at thoes things tormenting me, I was so tired that I didn't care if they came to get me or not. Dark circles showed under my eyes, almost as if someone with tiny fists had punched methere. I screamed again, this time in frusturation instead of fear.
With a sudden burst of stregnth, half out of my mind, I pushed myself up roughly from the ground and started to run full-tilt toward the tavern, thinking that the blood might go away if I got away from the place. But no. It preceded me, smeared on the trees as if someone had staggered through the forest, obviously wounded. I would not be able to see it if I had my 'true' eyes, since they saw only heat and illusions didn't have heat, but I wasn't thinking straight at the moment.
After a while, the blood gradually faded from the trees and I deduced that the person must have died. The thought of running across a body in the forest spurred her on with a burst of energy that I hadn't known that I had, pushing me closer and closer to the tavern. Mercifully it came into view, and I slowed, out of breath, and wiped my hands on the grass to remove the 'blood'.
I entered the tavern wearily, rubbing my dark eyes, not looking around, and went to sit in a corner. Right before I sat down, a dagger flashed to my hand and it sliced through the air, at the exact point someone's neck would have been, had there been anyone there.
I sat down slowly, tiredly, and then froze as I stared at the air in horror. "They don't...die...Oh god." I curled up with her knees against her chest and the table edge, as if protecting I organs. "I didn't forget," I muttered in a whimper, "I didn't forget. I burned sacrifices for him on that day. I didn't forget. I swear. I didn't mean to leave him there..."
I suddenly shrank back against the wall and stabbed my dagger to the hilt in the table. "no... no! get away! I didn't forget!" I pushed myself out of the chair, knocking it over, and ran up the stairs to my room, trying desperately to escape something that only I could see. My door closed with a loud slam, and a sob came from behind it.
I cowered in her room, staring at my bloody hands that only she could see. Water dripped gently from them onto the floor.
"No matter...what I do... the blood doesn't come off..."
"The blood of the innocent never washes away..." One of the forms that had been tormenting my replied- A vicious form of Trent.
I covered her face with my hands.
"I''m sorry, I'm sorry....... How do I fix this? How could I possibly make this right?"
There was no answer. The bloodied, still form of Kyto flashed before my eyes again and again. Before I knew what was happening, Duo was standing in front of me with a hand on my head, telling me that I must calm down, that it would be all right. That I was safe. Couldn't he see them? I looked up at him, confused. How could it be all right? When would it ever be all right? I nodded anyway, knowing that it probably was somehow, since Duo usually ended up being right in whatever it was he said.
The bloodied form of Kyto drew her attention to itself once more like a warning. “This kind of thing cannot be undone” The wiry, lean, vicious form of Trent hissed. “Do you honestly think that ‘I’m sorry’ is going to change anything? That it will make you exempt from blame?” I was squeezed into the smallest place imaginable, as far as I could into a corner near my bed, as the Trent-form advanced on me.
“I can’t believe that you would be so uncaring to your own brother! To me! To your parents! How could you disgrace their names in this way, by leaving your brother on the battlefield?!”
“J-just tell me wh-where he is” I stuttered out through her fear, “P-please. L-let m-me go and m-make amends with him… give him a burial.”
“He’s where you left him,” The insubstantial vampire hissed angrily at me, “In the battlefield near Barton. Go!” He pointed a long, crooked, severe finger at the door and I yelped, running for the door.
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