Chapter 2-Insanity

Nahlaya was only sixteen years of age and she had been born from her father Duke John, and a witch named Ahlaya. Her father named Nahlaya to be the opposite of her mother, being the most unwelcome, as her name meant. Immor did not blame her father for cheating on her mother, she would have done so if she had been him. She had tried to keep her sister safe, even if she had been born insane.

Galadan stepped forward, his hand sliding down Nahlaya’s neck, “She is not as beautiful as you, but I suppose that is because your mother was beautiful,” he glanced at Sayala, “In her time, mayhap.”

Sayala gritted her teeth, anger in her eyes, “How dare you!”

Immor wanted to shut her mother up, because it was definitely not the time to be speaking of looks at the time. She felt her fingers itch to rip Galadan’s face apart if he continued to touch Nahlaya.

Immor felt her hands tremble as she glanced at her sister and looked at Galadan, wondering what he was going to do. She did not know what he meant by his hounds, but the captain seemed amused and she had seen no dogs in the battle. Maybe he meant to drag them back to his country in disgrace.

“Nervous?” he asked with a smile brushing against his lips, “I would be if I was you.”

“No you would not,” she answered with a lifted chin, “You would be just as you are.”

His smile disappeared and pulled Nahlaya closer to him, his fingers tightening around her throat, as he hissed, “We are nothing alike, princess.”

“No,” she agreed, “I am not a princess,” she said with a slow smile as she stared at him with mirth.

He studied her with a frown as he shoved Nahlaya away from him, letting her fall to the floor, “You think you are so clever? I cannot wait to see you scream,” he turned with a sigh as he walked back up the dais.

Nahlaya began muttering to herself, her hands clutched, “Gift for all of you…” she murmured, her eyes flashing as she looked up at Immor, “I hate you.”

Immor felt her body shudder as she frowned in confusion, “Nahlaya, how could you say that to me?” she reached for her, wishing to comfort her as she always did.

“I do not care!” she spat, “I hate you!” she smiled, “I have to.”

Her eyes widened in confusion and it seemed everyone watched with smirks on their faces. Some of the knights began to chuckle amongst themselves, murmuring to each other that she was insane. They were mocking her, Immor thought, they were cruel beasts, mocking a poor girl who had no sanity.

Nahlaya stood, her hand raised as she grabbed her necklace and ripped it off her neck, “I curse you with this word,” she pointed at Galadan as he studied her with a raised eyebrow, “I curse you…with everything in me…with the power of my mother, with the name of a dead father, with the fate of a hated sister, and on that of a brother…” she began whispering in a different language, her eyes rolling as she reached out with a scream her hand grabbing hold of the captain of the guard's sword.

Immor screamed her hands outstretched towards Nahlaya as she pulled the blade from the captain and swept the blade across her throat. Time seemed to hold still and suddenly Nahlaya was falling, blood pouring down from her throat. She stood for a moment before she fell into Immor’s arms.

Immor gasped, her eyes wide as she held onto Immor’s body, her eyes wide as she stared at the blood that was covering her white throat. She was dead the moment she slashed her throat, all her warmth gone in an instant. It was impossible, she thought, was there nothing left in a body when it was dead?

Galadan raised an eyebrow and sighed, “Pity,” he lowered his hand from his sword, “I was going to enjoy quartering her,” he looked at his captain, “Lance.”

The captain fell to his knees, his eyes wide, “I…I—”

Galadan interrupted him, “Forget it,” he turned with a roll of his eyes, “Try not to be so careless.”

Immor screamed, her body lurching from off the ground as she grabbed the fallen sword and swung it in a full arch as she cast her body towards Galadan. She would have been able to do it, but it was like she never had a chance. His eyes flashed red and his hand gripped her throat. The sword fell from her grasp and he pulled her close to him, squeezing her arm as he glared down at her.

Her knees went weak as she stared up at him, all the hatred in her eyes as she clawed at his hands, making sure to dig her fingers in his flesh before she reached out to grab his face, but he threw her down to the ground at his feet.

She sobbed as she fell, her elbows catching her against the ground as she panted for breath.

He smiled slightly, “And here I thought that you were intelligent. Now I know you are just as fun as your sister,” he looked at Immor, “Were just as fun.”

Immor sobbed, her hands drawing her up as she glared at his boots, “If I must make myself mad, then I will,” she threw herself forward, her shoulder slamming into the back of his knees.

Galadan hit the ground, but she misjudged his fall and he fell right on top of her, his teeth gritted as he grabbed her hair, pulling her back as he wrapped his arm around her throat, yanking her back against him as he waved his guards off.

Immor tried to struggle, her hands finding the blade but not the handle. She grabbed the ***** steel anyway, raising it as she tried to fight him but he choked her off and she fell into oblivion as the sword fell to the ground in a clatter, her mother screaming in fear in the background as the knights laughed in mockery.

...“I hate you,” Nahlaya’s voice whispered, “I have to.” ...

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