Hello, everyone! This is my first Fanfiction of the famous book series by Shannon Messenger, Keeper of the Lost Cities! I will be posting every other day. Please read, and please review. I'm desperate. Love y'all! ^^
INTRO
It was the same memory.
A beautiful boy with moonlight-dipped hair, along with an equally beautiful girl, with the same characteristics. Water played with the girl, beckoning her. She said something, but it was too far away. The boy displayed a hint of a smile for the shortest second, but then the joy vanished, like darkness was flooding his mind. He blended in perfectly in the midnight. Even the moonlight seemed to cower in his presence.
Yet he was beautiful. And she was supposed to kill him. How could she destroy someone so beautiful?
The girl said something else, giggling. Her voice rang out, a beautiful bell.
The boy smiled as well. Longer. The three seconds were precious.
She was supposed to kill them.
The boy was like the darkest midnight, but his eyes when he looked upon the girl twinkled, like starlight.
No. Not this time. Her heart fluttered and ached at the same time as she turned away.
Good bye, she silently said.
Now, she had been reliving the same fragment of the memory for the last two years. But she could never get sick of that smile.
CHAPTER ONE- THE ATTACK
This was her last mission. Then she could finally die. Escape the numbness and the pain that danced back and forth. Escape the headache. Escape the horrors she'd done. Escape the fact that she was no longer in control of her mind, her actions, her life.
Kill the moonlark and her friends. That had been her last order. Then she could finally die. Oh, she couldn't wait to die.
It was such a beautiful place, Havenfield. And thankfully the moonlark was in there, along with her friends. Friends, she thought with a pang. Something that I never had, will never have.
Instantly the goblins drew their weapons. Ren tossed them away with a jerk of her head. She flicked her wrist and the guards were crushed to the ground.
"Sandor!" The moonlark cried.
Yessssss, the voice inside her head whispered with delight.
No. Stop. She thought pleadingly.
Silence, child. The voice turned into a high-pitched ringing that gave her another headache. It made her lose that sliver of control inside her head. But she was used to the crushing disappointment. She had lived with it for two years.
Get this over with, stupid girl. The voice hissed in her head.
She felt her hands make a fist as she solidified the air inside their lungs. All their faces turned blue as they rose in the air.
How much of them suffered as much as you did? The voice snarled.
None of them. Ren admitted. She looked around, scanning for any sort of trouble they've been through. They looked so fresh, so new, so beautiful compared to the haggard face she imagined she looked like. So unfair.
You see that? The voice cherished her anger. You see that they had their lives handed on a silver platter? They never felt pain. Not like you. That's not very fair, is it?
For a second she let the anger consume her, but then panic hit her like a tsunami.
It was that boy from her memory. Along with the girl.
She'd felt numb before, but nothing like this. What would it be called? Shock? Guilt? Happiness? Fear? All of them?
The threats in her ears whisked away like smoke.
He's here, he's here, he's here. Thoughts echoed. Until,
I'm hurting him.
Ren didn't know what made her break free. Adrenaline? Willpower? She couldn't figure out. But she de-solidified the air in an instant. All seven fell to the ground, choking and hyperventilating. She used that time to process what just happened.
She was in control of herself. After two miserable years. She let herself smile. Then she stared at the boy.
She didn't catch what he yelled at his friends, though. It went dark. Pitch black dark that she couldn't tell if she was blinking. Then came the water that choked her, drowning her. Then came the melder blast. Once more as Ren struggled to get up.
Ren could have killed them right then. But was it the fact that she was already going to die, even if she succeeded? Was it the fact that she didn't want the boy to suffer any more? She didn't kill them.
And the white-hot pain of rage slammed her and the unconsciousness claimed her.
That's it for now! Hope you guys enjoyed it! I will post every other day, if not tomorrow.
