Chapter 1
---Crecy's POV---
"Namaarie, sister..." I whispered, my body crumpling to ground. I heard voices and saw shadows of people who weren't there before. Where did they come from? My body was pulled onto my back, showing whoever was looking the extent of my injuries. I opened my eye's wearily, ready to see the world one last time before I would fall into darkness. But the shadows became clearer, they were glowing. Beautiful glowing ethereal spirits. Pure ones who love life. So opposite of me. So different, yet...
I gasped as my body compulsed in white hot searing pain. I felt it begin to melt away as my vision began to fade once more.
"No, tithenben, do not succumb to the darkness." I heard. The voice sounded so nice... I hope they go rot in hell. I will not be swayed from my choice. After so long, I have finally gotten enough courage, although I never had to in the first place. My sister would have gladly done this dark deed for me.
I reached for the darkness, wishing for it's empty comfort. I've always wondered what it's like to die. It was quite painful, at first that is. But then the vast vortex would soon take you over, leading to your place in the afterlife. Hmmm, I wonder if its possible to kill your soul. No more awareness or perfect murderess sisters. Just nothing. Nothing to feel, nothing to remember. Nothing…
I gave into it, I let myself be pulled forward into it. Just as I was about to break the barrier that would end my life, I was held back. 'No. NO!" I began to panic. They were going to bring me back! Back to that hell. I won't! I WON'T!
My eyes opened and I gasped as full consciousness hit me hard. There were several beings rushing around me, stanching the blood, someone was holding my hand… I heard crying in the background, recognizing her putting up a show for whoever happens to be listening. I saw some trying to comfort her. Bitch. Maybe I should return just so I could kill her too.
Then I realized someone was chanting, healing me through magic. Where'd the black void go? I want go back… Wet tears made their journey down my cheeks. It hurt, this reality. These wounds were only physical, my scars ran oh so much deeper. I closed my eyes, slipping a little further when I felt my hand squeezed.
"Don't go to sleep, tithemben, you might not wake up." A gentle voice tried to coax me to keep me awake. I think I murmured something unintelligent, but I didn't care to figure out what I meant to say. A wet cloth was placed over my burning forehead. It felt good. "Open your eyes" The same voice whispered. It sounded like a guy. Why the hell would he care. I'm surprised he's not over there comforting my sister.I tried, I mean I really tried to ignore him, but the insistent prodding made me want to see. See what I would be missing soon enough. I opened my eyes to look at him. My blurry eyes focused on him and my breath caught in my throat.
Two crystal blue eyes gazed back at me in concern. Long silky hair fell down past his shoulders. Then I noticed something strange, something that startled me yet felt familiar and right. He had pointed ears. What the hell do these does have me on? It has to be pretty powerful for me to think some kind of elves were trying to save me from my death. Maybe I can screw up my life worse by getting some of it and get addicted or something. Now won't THAT be fun. Then I could overdose or something, but first I got to deal with my dear sister. Hmmm, Life or death, life or death? Which sounds more pleasing. I'll die either way, there's just a matter of one side having more pain and a great deal of revenge. Revenge sounds nice. Sounds like a win-win situation to me…Oh look they're talking again.
"We've done all we could. She may sleep now. She may yet survive if she lives through the night. We can only wait now." The one who had been chanting said.
The Golden haired guy who had been sitting next to me turned to me and whispered. "Rest, now. Gain your strength for a swift recovery. Hodo Tithemben. Losto vae." (Rest, little one. Sleep well.)
Unable to resist, I closed my eyes and slept.
