The Sun's Tear

"Do you think rabbits carry their skin around?"
"I don't think so. Have you ever seen a rabbit walk around with its skin over its shoulder?"
"No."
"Then they probably don't."

In an age where drakaina are going extinct and selkies are eaten as a delicacy, two selkie siblings find their childhood washed away when they find a locket that can raise a person from the dead.
What created the locket — and who wants their fingers on it?

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5. Chapter 5

 

Mother Nature couldn't take her.

The scales dipped in blood appeared in the corner of his eye.

Why her?

"This is mine," the scaled lady said, holding Aff's necklace in her hand, "it was not intended for peasants to use." She scoffed, turning her back on Sil and Arthur.

Arthur tackled the woman from behind, "Who are you?!" He yelled as he mindlessly swung his fists at her back.

"Celosia." She said, the scales on her back stabbing through Arthur's clothes. He screamed, and fell off her back, landing beside Aff with a splash.

When he looked up, the woman was gone. Arthur struggled to get back up on his feet, the pricks from the scales bleeding, the blood running down his stomach. He ran, his mind set on getting the necklace back.

It belonged to Aff, not her.

He followed Celosia to the edge of town, a thick pine forest looming in front of him. Thunder sounded in the distance, the sparks of lightning brightened the dark sky. He huffed, stopping for a minute to catch his breath. When he looked around, the trees looked warped, deformed.

Shaking his head, he went in through a thicket of stinging nettles. Wincing, he powered through and soon ended up on the other side. He found a dirt path that'd been hidden by the nettles, continuing deeper into the forest.

Through the trees and bushes, he saw a logging cabin. The sight reminded him of his house back in Harth, the cabin he'd lived in with his parents.

Scurrying closer, he watched the windows. He hid underneath one that was opened, keeping his ears perked and staying still.

"Why did a child have it?" He heard a voice say, a woman.

Another person spoke, "No matter, we acquired it. Where's my husband's hair lock? I need it to use the locket, or I won't get him back."

Celosia.

He heard the floorboards creak, and a third spoke, "It's in one of my baskets outside, where the horses are milady."

A table was kicked, "Why'd you leave it outside?! Someone could've have stolen it!" Celosia's voice roared, her heavy footsteps getting fainter as she exits the room.

Arthur felt sweat run down his face and he swallowed a knot in his throat. He ran behind the cabin, searching through the trees for the horses. When he heard neighing, he followed the sound and burst into a clearing. He was right, there was a pack of horses wearing reins and saddles.

He watched the horses, some had lifted their heads from the grass in curiosity. He felt himself trip but caught himself, the trees looked wobbly, his throat felt dry. He had to calm himself, but there was no way for him to know which basket the voice had talked about.

It couldn't be long before Celosia caught him.

Arthur stumbled toward one of the horses, grabbing at the baskets and forcing them open. He searched through the clothes, wheat, and bread, throwing everything away to find it quicker.

After searching two baskets, he came to a halt when he found a small silk bag at the bottom of the third basket. Pouring out its contents, a lock of ginger hair fell out.

Crunch.

Feet on twigs.

He had to hurry, if she saw him, she'd certainly kill him if she found out. Standing up from the forest floor, he ran in the opposite direction through a group of tall ferns.

Arthur didn't look back, he just knew he had to tell Sil – and get the necklace.

It'd been raining for so long.

His eyes were heavier than they'd ever been. He couldn't feel his legs; his toes and fingers numb from cold. He blinked, his eyelashes sticking together. Raising his hand, he saw a pale, veiny arm. He looked like a ghost, like he was dead.

Like Aff.

Sil turned his head to look. She was within reaching distance, her body sheltered from the heavier showers. He'd sat there in the corner of two buildings for hours with her.

Not many had passed him in those hours, few came down this street and nobody dared to look at him. It didn't bother him that they couldn't look, he'd rather they didn't, he wanted to be alone, he didn't want anybody.

He let his fingers slide across Aff's lifeless arm, the warmth that radiated from her had been knocked out cold.

Tears welled in his eyes, he tried stopping them, but they kept coming. He curled up, lying down beside her in the rainwater, the stone pavement rough against his head.

A figure approached him, running.

The person raised their voice, "Sil! SIL!" They yelled.

Sil could barely lift his head, "A...rthur?" He mumbled, managing to sit up.

"I don't have time to explain, but we have to go, now!" Arthur looked over his shoulder, biting his lip, his hands frantically grasping at Sil's shoulders, "We need to get the locket back, I think it can bring her back!"

He felt his brows furrow and he smiled with tears rolling down his face, indistinguishable from the raindrops, "What are you talking about?" He laughed, lips quivering, the corners of his mouth shaking, "Nothing can bring her back! Not even Mother Nature!" He cried.

Arthur adjusted his grip on Sil's shoulders, "If this doesn't bring her back, I swear to you that I won't ever ask for a favor again."

Sil tightened his lips, eyes closed, mumbling to himself. His shoulders finally relaxed, and he fixed his eyes on Arthur, "Promise?"

"I promise."

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