Last one for today folks; I put chapter 1 up early last night.
Chapter II
With every day, Nerissa felt a growing strength. With every day, the little girl's mind grew weaker, and yet Nerissa could not make her way in. Will would never ignore her now, despite the hours of someone else's power stealing her away; whispering words, Will had been excusing herself, on the rare occasions her mother was present, with bother to eye the peculiar child's natures. And, in the cold, warm mountain, Nerissa smirked. It was easier than she had ever thought, to seep in; almost already talking through the little Will. "Mmn.. No.."
Red, in the dark, swept cooly around a sweet face, as Wilhelmina clutched her knees tighter to her chest. Nerissa only watched now though: Will did not fight her dreams. There was no courage, in that heart, and only silent tears shone in the dimmest light of the moon through a window. So clear. So crisp. It was like Nerissa was there. Only silent tears; one rolling over the bridge of her icy pale nose, drying unseen and unknown to the outside world who lay around her sleeping.
There would be a man, now; faceless, and reaching down towards her. Nerissa had never previously prided herself an artist, but she could practically feel the shivers, that even a strong man would begrudge in these 'mares. A man. A lifeless shadow, and yet Will was powerless to leave him disappointed.
"Plea.. Mn..no.." She would regret such seamless nightwear, if a cool feel of coarse fingertips, was to trace the length of her thin, thigh.. Her sheets had slipped away in the night; whilst fitful screaming filled only her mind. "..Please.."
...
A rustle. The noise would be easily mistaken for a breeze; the cool morning air of the winter had a tendancy of such a breath that would creep over one's belongings. Something so small, that the sound would easily be missed, but Caleb was awake and alert and he doubted that sleep would have been an option to him if he'd tried. "Hay Lin?"
"It.." It was all that she would have to say in the mornings, and Caleb knew that it was his own slip to have described the throne as acutely. Though, he would have to commend; her mind had created vines, to hold her - Elyon's - brittle arms down, and the detailing itself had only been matched vividly.. To his bretherine. But Hay Lin's vines did not have faces, and perhaps he had only come across the idea in his own dreams.. The mind had a way of depicting fears; showing them to you, in a fancy display unit, where one's eyes may light whimsically, and yet the dreamer himself is left to scream. Hay Lin was having nightmares.
..But for tonight, Caleb had longed for nothing but seclusion, for Will's presence had swiftly worn away and he had stayed only an hour, before he realized that he was the reason for her disturbance anyway. "Hay Lin, can't you.."
The dismissal fell to shards, and Caleb didn't flinch as the cool air hit him; he felt like fire and magma.
"You know, your Grandmother.." It broke too, and Caleb only flashed what he hope was a small smile, pulling his personally useless blankets around her, as the girl hoisted herself into his cradle. At least someone could sleep in his bed, as he personally sentenced a thousand-thousand lives, when he was not prepared, even, to contently give his own.
The rebellion would have died. Caleb pushed himself away from the girl, who's fingers clutched his pillow as she instantaneously began to drift. Prince Phobos had been winning, and the rebellion would have died, and maybe somehow all Will Vandom would be doing would be fixing holes in the Viel.
Maybe Phobos wouldn't have found her.
Maybe Cornelia would have liked her.
...Maybe Elyon would have killed her.
Somewhere, in the home-come-restaurant, a clock was ticking and Caleb sat in the darkness listening. There was never enough time. There was never going to be enough time. And what if Phobos wasn't enough.. Elyon was a witch, and Caleb could only blame hisself for not finding her, because the young girl he had met had not been heartless.
She had been no queen either.
But time went too fast around here, and it was too late for Caleb to admit. He didn't know what he was doing anymore.
