Always for her

She moved slowly, like her muscles wouldn’t work quickly enough. She wiped a strand of red hair out of her brown vacant eyes, she looked like she was falling and struggling to focus. I wrapped her hands around mine, ruined and cut. Her hands where slow and unmoving as she watched up into my watery eyes. My stomach’s tossing; I look into her eyes as she smiles uncharacteristically,
“I’m sorry, Lilac.” She whispered croakily in small quick gasps, her voice stuttering and her eyes attempting to smile, her cracked lips began to bleed. I nodded,
“No, Hope. Stay still.” I say worriedly, propping her head up with ripped bloody jacket, pushing her shoulder down slightly but firmly. She nodded hesitantly; the bloody gorge in her stomach stopped her chest from moving in and out. I don’t want to cry, I am strong. I was strong. But seeing her dying face in my ruined arms, made my heart collapse. She was the closest thing I had to hope, and now she was dead. Her name, Hope. I knew once she smiled

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I remember when I was four, my mother wore a blue dress with a ribbon in her hair that matched her shoes.

“Mummy, where are we going?” I asked. My voice was fragile, I was fragile. I always took care of myself. My mother loved me to much, I thought.

“To see daddy.” She said tears falling down her face. I looked into her deep blue eyes

“I don’t understand.” I whispered confused. My beautiful mother laced her hand through mine carefully. It was so much for a girl of four, maybe it was too much.

“Your daddy is at home,” she continued I didn’t dare interrupt “I know.” I whispered and then paused and began to turn in the direction we had come. But my mother grasped my arm tightly, 

“Your other daddy.” She whispered tears streaming down her beautiful face. There I hesitated. It was a new pain, a secret pain. I guess some children would have smiled, laughed thinking their beautiful honest mother had made a simple joke, but I knew my mother would never joke about a different man, other than my beloved father. My father and I had never been close, but another father was just odd. Nobody else I knew had two fathers.

“I don’t want to..” I whispered my voice shaking, my mother so beautiful in young age.

“I need you to trust me, Lie.” She whispered, and picked me up, winding her fingers around my hair, her tears wettened my cheek

“Well where does my other daddy live then?” I questioned, she wept even more

“In battle.” She replied. I didn’t know what she meant; I didn’t know how someone could live in battle. My father published books, and then there was this other man who lived in a battle.

“No-one can live in a battle.” I said matter-of-factly.

“People are always wounded by battle, beautiful.” She whispered. My finger stroked the scar the was above her eyebrow

“Where did you get this?” I asked worriedly. My fingers where gentle, but yet she winced

“In battle” she replied

“Where is daddy?” I asked, she whispered carefully

“Trapped in the battle.” She whispered into my ear

“My real daddy is in a battle?” I asked. She shook her head

“Long gone from the battle, dear. He is in a better place.” She whispered.

“He died in the battle didn’t he?” I asked softly. Her weeping became unbearable, but it was the sound that alerted me, my mother had been wounded by the battle by love.

 

 

 

Lloyd. Everyone thought I was dead. I should be dead. But yet I am hidden in alcove and the fighting has stopped. I think. I hear nothing but my placid breathing in the darkness of the night. When I awoke I was here. Cold and frail, the pain I felt now was very similar to when I was girl and I was told about my birth father. My mother had let the boy she loved die, to protect her. In this position, I refused to let that happen to me. Stiff, but not hurt. Just shocked. That was my pain, and to me it was worse. I was still alive. I could never leave. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I pressed myself against the damp cave wall. I couldn’t move, I prayed everyone had been evacuated out, promised to live.

I prayed for death. That didn’t happen. I looked down to my anklet. It was a metal ring, it didn’t weigh a thing. Yet the should had given to me. I touched it now in the darkness, now as I did so, it seemed to send some adrenaline spark on an electric current because I blacked out, slumping on the floor. But it took me somewhere. A battle field. I assumed I must be dreaming, but it was so peculiar because Solomon was watching too. But I was fighting against Hope. I killed her, my bow struck her

“Good aim, Gemma.” Solomon said turning to me smiling. Then he turned to me and kissed me so powerfully, I felt dazed. Spinning me, as Lloyd watched. Raising the gun, the bullet struck Solomon

“She’ll never love you.” He yelled and then, he died.

 

The current stopped, I gasped trying to catch my breath. I pressed my self against the alcove of the cave, praying for a coolness to wash over me.

 

I lay on the floor, trying to keep my breathing steady. I knew what I had to do, I scrambled around in the dust and pulled myself to my feet and began my way out.

 

 

It took time, I had time. I walked for what seemed hours, but soon I noticed a dim light coming from the end of the underground tunnels. I fastened my pace, I reached the edge of the underground cave, the light stunned me so I much I blinked twice and then opened my eyes. I was where we had started, where the glass screen had been. But it was different, there was a stand, a woman and a slender boy with blonde hair. The woman turned to me, she looked older than all of us, her hair was long and blonde and was tangled around her waist, she wore a white stained dress and was bare footed. Her eyes where a misty grey, her eyelashes where long and her skin was pale.

“We’ve been waiting for you, Lilac.” She said, I watched her, I winced and suddenly she pulled her arm forward. Suddenly the pain splintered through my thighs, then through my back.  I screamed, the pain reached me so bad it killed. The boys eyes widened, I watched him. He didn’t try and stop, the woman smiled and raised her hand. Blood stained my top, I gasped I shock, she smiled

“Thank you.” She said and then in a tap of her hand, I passed out cold.

 

When I awoke my skin ached, my head spun, my fingers stung and my eyes where sore. I felt dizzy and felt like unmoving

“She’s awake.” Truthfully I had expected to be dead, but the pain felt too real. I fluttered open my eyes, the woman’s nails dug into my shoulder as she pulled me to my feet,

“W-what do you want with me?” I stuttered. She smiled slowly, and glanced at the boy. The sunlight was to light, I turned in the direction. The boy had blonde hair, a sturdy slim figure, eligible to fly through the air, the boy watched me. I blinked again as I whispered “Lloyd.”

 

 

His eyes where different, his skin was darker, his hair was ruffled. He looked unfamiliar, he didn’t react to his name. the woman smiled softly

“Its nice to know we all know each other though.” She said, I shook my head and held up a finger

“What do you want?” I demanded. She smiled

“The wars must end, Lilac surely you must understand that. But the war will not end until you die, or so we have been told.” She said, I looked at her in confusion

“What do you mean?” I asked

“There is something that you must use to complete the transformation.” She explained. I sighed and shook my head so she began to explain “You won’t die any old way, Lilac.” She explained as though I was stupid but she continued “You must be defeated – or destroyed. By a hunter.” I watched her carefully, Lloyd smiled

“You destroyed him, Lilac, he is here for vengencance.” His eyes met mine, all I could see was I cold dark surface, there was no anger, no pain, just darkness. The woman gripped the metal cup,

“I need you necklace” She said, outstretching her hand. As if she expected me to hand it over. But I did all I could, my fingers wrapped them around the cold golden chained and tugged it, the chain broke. The gold tingled in my grasp; I placed it to my lips and then passed it to her. She nodded and dropped it into the metal flask, it made a clinking noise, sending shivers down my spine. She shut her eyes and began speaking in a hushed tone, Lloyds eyes flashed green and then lost focus with mine. From the bowl she drew a stake, and smiled slowly

“The ultimate weapon, for the ultimate hunter.” And presented Lloyd with the weapon. From that moment everything happened quickly, the stake crashed onto the floor, the woman shrieked in pain and collapsed into the floor, an arrow stuck through her back. Lloyd watched and jumped for the stake, another arrow sore through the air, catching his left arm. He staggered and then with such power he pulled the golden arrow out of his flesh and through it aside, the archer pulled another arrow into the bow and released it into the air, this time Lloyd’s finger skimmed the body of the bow and grasped it in the palm of his hand, the archer placed another arrow into the bow, but Lloyd’s arms caught me off guard and placed the stake against my neck

“Let her go.” The voice shocked me, the archer’s voice. I blinked four times; Solomon stood there his brown hair messy and his forehead bleeding.

“Hit a soft spot, have we?” Lloyd snarled and gripped me harder. Across the field all I could think was Solomon looked heroic and stood there like a god. A small smile spread across my lips, he watched me carefully and mouthed “I’ll save you” and then smiled and his smile knocked me off guard, so off guard and I managed to raised my leg and kick his shins, but his nails dug into my neck as he gapped in pain. I took the chance and ripped myself from his clutch for what might have been the last time, and as I turned so slowly onto him, I saw his eyes flash so I whispered

“Sorry” as I raised my fist and knocked him out cold. 

 

I lunged for the stake and gripped it with all my might, the ultimate weapon that could kill me.

“Lilac!” Solomon called and dropped his guard and ran for me, his arms locked around my shoulders, pushing my frail broken body against his. He shook as he rocked me in his arms,

“Your okay.” He whispered, he kissed my forehead softly. I blinked a few times and looked into his brown worried eyes

“No.” I whispered and shook my head and broke our link, I held the stake some distance from me,

“What are you doing?” Solomon asked, I shook my head

“I need to die, Solomon. What don’t you understand?” I demanded, my fingers shook and tears rolled down my cut face, I felt like I was dying.

“I only just got you back, why would I let you go?” He asked carefully. Making me hesitate

“What do you mean?” I whispered. He didn’t reply he just locked his fingers around mine and the stake; he didn’t try and remove it from my hands. He didn’t even try and talk, he just pushed between us, and so carefully, like I was a broken puppet, he kissed me. It was sweet and gentle, his lips tingled against mine, I watched his eyes as they traced mine. Suddenly I felt heavy and tired, my fingers released the spiked wood of the stake and it fell onto the floor. Solomon’s eyes relaxed slightly and then loosing it slightly, I shut my eyes tight and collapsed, losing the world for the second time today. 

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