Bonds and Broken Promises
Helene

"He made a promise, Helene," Amara said. "He can give us immortality. There is no price to pay."

Helena coughed coughed. "There is always a price to pay, sister," she replied, her voice breaking. "He is refusing to tell you what it is."

She smiled. "Whatever it is, I will do anything to save you from death."

"Can you not ask him to simply heal me?" she asked. "He is a warlock. He must know a way."

Amara frowned. "I have already asked him, Helene. He says there is no way to break the curse this witch placed upon you. He is kind and he is honest, he won't abandon us."

She raised an eyebrow. "You are falling for him." She didn't reply, but instead focused on the ground. "He is betrothed to a powerful witch, Amara! You cannot be so stupid."

"But I am," she said, daring to look up at her twin. "He tells me he loves me. And I believe him."

Helene shook her head disapprovingly. "Come to your senses, sister. He is a man betrothed to a powerful and beautiful witch, why would he-" The sickly girl stopped herself, but her sister knew what she was about to say and narrowed her eyes at her.

"Why would he what? Why would he fall for a girl as insignificant as I? A mere mortal, how could the great Silas ever fall in love with me?" Amara bit her tongue to stop herself from completely lashing out on her sister. They only had each other. "Silas with give us immortality. He promised. Please, Helene. Have faith!"

Helene could feel the fever getting worse. The hallucinations had started. The witch who had hexed her wanted revenge against Helene's father who killed her son. Their father was dead, but that didn't stop the witch from getting avenging her son, and accidentally killing herself in the process.

A warlock physician told her that nothing could break the hex, but immortality - an immunity against all viruses - most certainly would. She wasn't sure how Amara was going to attain it, but she wanted it. The gift of living forever - who wouldn't? She didn't want to die. She had not seen anything, none of life's greatest wonders. Nothing. But with immortality, she could see it all!

Helene and Amara were poor. Amara worked as a handmaiden for the witch Qetsiyah, Silas' fiancée, but Helene was inable to work due to her sudden 'illness'. Silas gave them food and clothes, more than enough to survive.

Amara rushed into the tent, a goblet in her hand. "It's the elixir. Drink!" Helena practically snatched the elixir out of Amara's hand. "We must run. Qetsiyah desire revenge once she finds out."

"How come there were three?" Helene asked between gulps.

"Silas told her his relative was dying," Amara answered.

Helene exhaled after drinking the elixir. She felt different - strong. She no longer felt weak and fragile, but powerful and invincible.

"How are you feeling?" Amara enquired. "Did it work?"

She nodded and smiled. "I feel - I feel good."

Amara squeeled with joy and helped her sister out of the bed. "Silas and I-"

"You and Silas are what?" They whipped around to see the scorned Qetsiyah, who was glaring at the sisters. "You're going to run off into the sunset together along with your sister? Well, have other plans for my traitorous handmaiden and her sister."

"Qetsiyah," Amara started, "I only wanted to save my sister. Please."

Qetsiyah laughed bitterly. "And how did you become immortal, then? Did accidentally drink the elixir? No. Silas used me. He betrayed me for my handmaiden. You all will pay for your crimes."

She began chanting a spell. Amara cried out in pain. "Amara!" Helene rushed towards her, only to be flung across the room.

Amara had told her stories of Qetsiyah and her power, now that she had experienced it, she knew it was true. The only person who came close to her in power was Silas, who was now an immortal.

Whatever Qetsiyah had done to Helene, she couldn't move and felt as if she was bound by invisible ropes. She struggled against the 'ropes', but it was futile, until she was finally able to stand up.

She scanned the room. Qetsiyah smirked at something on the ground. Helene furrowed her eyebrows and glanced to what she was looking at. She gasped. Amara lay on the floor, her skin was grey and her arms were crossed. She looked frozen.

"What have you done?" I asked angrily.

"She is the Anchor now," Qetsiyah replied. "To a new plane where supernatural beings go after death. Where I plan to trap Silas for eternity. Unfortunately, I only have one cure."

"And what do you plan to do with me?"

"I plan to put you in a coffin forever," she said, the corner of mouth twitching upwards. "You have not betrayed me as they have, so I will be kinder. Have a nice immortality stuck in a box, Helene."

She thrusted her hand into the air. She felt indescribable pain come upon her and screamed. Helene dug her nails into her skull, desperately wanting the pain to end. Finally, it did and she only felt numbness. She looked at her hands. The greyness started at her finger tips and spread up her arms, her shoulder and her neck, until her heart was frozen and she saw nothing.

Her two thousand years of slumber started then.

Next chapter is Eve, Helene's doppelganger from 900-1000 AD and Tatia's twin sister. Then it's Elisaveta Petrova, Katherine's twin and then the main story of Charlotte "Charlie" Gilbert.

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