"You and Al-Sahim are betrothed."
Those words kept repeating themselves over and over again in my head. Forcing me to marry someone is one thing, but forcing me to marry the man who stole my place as heir to the demon, the man who is an ex-boyfriend of my deceased lover, the man who was to kill me a few short hours ago, is something entirely different.
My father had never wanted me to take his place as the demon. Ever since I admitted to loving Sara he had been embarrassed my me and he had resented me. I guess this was his sick revenge, to have me marry a man.
There had to be a way out, there had to be. I thought about my options but none of them were very appealing. It would be nearly impossible for me to escape Nanda Parbat without assistance. Even if I managed to, the League would hunt me down and this time they wouldn't hesitate to kill me.
There was still one option left, but I knew that I couldn't do it. I refused to leave this world by my own hand. Sara wouldn't have wanted me to go that way.
"Oh Sara," I cried gently, as I slipped into my bed. A bed that we had spent countless nights together in. As I thought about all of the memories I had of my beloved, my rage was renewed. Sara had not deserved to die like that. She had not deserved the life that the League had given her. She was too gentle, too kind for the League. The League corrupted her. We had turned her something she never should've been. Something she would've never been if she hadn't joined the League: a killer.
I know I haven't posted anything in ages but I've haven't had time because of school and other things I had to do. It hasn't helped that any inspiration I had has been pretty short lived, but last week's episode of Arrow solved that. This is going to be a two-shot with the second part being Oliver's thoughts and I will (hopefully.) post it tomorrow. Hope you like it and please review! :)