“I have the power to control people’s thoughts and actions...What am I, if not a Goddess?”
In a world where all those in power have power the Princess must play a dangerous game with a dangerous man.
Who will win? What will the consequences be?


12. Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve


The ground was hard, but not concrete. The soil had been compacted tightly to the point where it did not give in the slightest. I clenched my hand, throwing dirt in the face of my pursuer. A laugh emitted from all around me the torch was finally flicked on. In a circle surrounding me, several hooded people stood, the only distinguishing features being their eyes.


“Welcome Majesty.” A voice startled me, causing me to turn around quickly, my eyes wandering from person to person, trying to figure out who had spoken.


“Where am I?” I asked. None of them seemed inclined to answer me.


I tried to take in my surroundings; but in the darkness there were no features of the room. From the staleness of the air I would suggest we were in a basement, or underground somewhere. I couldn’t remember how I had gotten there, or why I was there. I only knew that I was terrified of staying any longer.  


Without answering, another figure was thrown out from behind the circle. From my limited eyesight, the figure looked feminine, though somewhat emaciated. If I could hedge a bet I would say the person hadn’t been adequately fed or looked after in quite some time. The figure stood, and slowly stumbled over towards me until it finally reached the light.


What was in front of me, was actually a girl. She was probably no older than fifteen or sixteen. Tiny beyond compare, with bruises running down her arms. She was only clothed in a loose brown shirt that came down to her knees. She looked feral, like someone who had never been treated like a real human being. As such she had become more of an animal.


“Kill her.” One of the men ordered. I couldn’t figure out if he was talking to me or her.


The girl looked up at me finally, rubbing her hands together. There was an intent behind her eyes that I couldn’t place; was she really going to kill me on the order of these men? The more I looked at her, the more she reminded me of something, or someone. There was something in the structure of her cheek bones, the colour of her hair that tugged at my memory.


All at once it seemed to come back to me, this girl was from one of the pictures I had seen in Alexander’s head. At least in the pictures she had looked healthy, and somewhat stable except for the positions she had been forced into. Now she was emaciated and lost. Whatever had been done to her, the girl before me had lost her will to truly survive.


The memories started turning fuzzy, the pain of the real world was starting to effect what I was seeing in the memory. Or was it the pain of the memory affecting my present? I was confusing myself, I couldn’t think straight. Between the flashes of Max sitting on me holding my head in his hands to the girl with her hands around my neck strangling me. Max had shifted when I flicked back, he was no longer touching me, he was trying to bring me back. The girl - I wish I knew her name had stabbed me - I didn’t know with what. Max was crying, tears running down his face. I was on top of her, she was bleeding, but there was a serene type of smile on her face. I was exhausted, my power was gone.


My hand shot up, gripping onto Max’s arm. He stared down at me, his yellow eyes asking all the questions he could never ask out loud. I don’t know what my face looked like, or what he saw in my eyes, but Max slid off of me, gracefully standing before exiting the room without a word.


I wondered if he had seen what had happened. If he would be back tonight to protect me from the nightmares that would surely come.

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