Beautiful Hell (Draft 1)

For almost one hundred years, a brutal and bloody struggle for dominance between the kingdom of Ra'Ziel and the plains of Torath has torn the world asunder, raining death and destruction upon the earth. But this war is coming to an end. With only a few descendants of both royal lines living, will there finally be peace? Alexandra Ra'Ziel wants nothing more than to end the feud that took her older brothers from her, but Tristan Torath has different plans. He wants - he needs - retribution for the wrongs he has suffered. And so their story begins. Because anyone can find vengeance, but only a rare few achieve true justice.

Ok yeah, so here's the thing. I'm rewriting this story, so anybody who wants to read the new chapters (as I edit and revise them) can find them on my page. The Movella is titled Beautiful Hell (Re-imagined). And yeah, it's way way way better than this one, but also way more graphic too.

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29. Alexandra Maria Ra'Ziel

            Alex screamed a warning to Tris, but it was too late. Will slashed at him wildly. Alex backed up on Nikarae, out of Tris’ way, but Tris didn’t draw his sword. His eyes met hers one last lime, and a smile played across his lips. Then Will’s sword descended…

            …And cut off the head of Tris’ horse. The black steed fell without a sound, trapping Tris’ leg under it. Tris didn’t make a sound either, but the breaking of his leg did. Alex screamed again at that horrific crack. Tris was lying still in a spreading pile of blood, his eyes closed, his mouth clenched in pain. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He was repeating the litany over and over, whether to Alex or Dragon, she didn’t know.

            Then Tris started to quiver. Alex knew it as a sign of his illness, knew that it was coming back. Ignoring Will for the moment, she tried to go to Tris, but her old friend held her back. Tris screamed and clutched at his face, trying to tear away the mask that hid him from the world. “NO, Tris! Listen to me!” His face relaxed marginally, and she remembered what Jasper had told her. She had the power to help his pain. All she had to do was use it. “Fight this, Tris. Don’t let it rule you anymore. Fight it. Fight back.”

And Will, Will whom Alex had feared for. Will, whom Alex had missed so dearly. Will, whom Alex had thought so gentle. Will smiled.

            “NO!” Alex threw herself between them. Nikarae shied from the dead horse, but Alex forced her over. Will looked stunned by the tears running down her cheeks. When Alex looked back at Tris, his eyes were open, glazed in pain, but looking at her. “No, Will. I won’t let you do this.”

            And Alex grabbed the dagger from Nikarae’s saddle. And she buried it in her best friend’s chest. As Will toppled out of his saddle, she raised her voice to the armies, staring dumbfounded at her. “There will be peace. Five years, Father. That’s what you said. Five years of peace it’s going to be, then.

            “But listen to me. Tristan Torath set me free. I am a free woman! Let all the world know my choice. This is my life, not yours! And I choose him.” Alex dismounted and knelt by Tris. She grabbed his hand, and felt him squeeze hers in reply. He was ready.

            Tris screamed when she pulled him out from under his horse. And again when she helped him to his feet, but stand he did. And then Alex kissed him. There, in front of all the world, still dressed as a slave, Alexandra Ra’Ziel kissed Tristan Torath.

            And there, in front of all the world, Alexandra Ra’Ziel broke the silence.

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