Cassandra
The Queenstrial is boring. I've learned that now.
Its basically a fashion show, broadcasting me as the main audience. The funny thing is, I stand next to Cal. I don't know if he requested it that way, or if its just a coincidence, but I'm grateful. Finally, someone to talk to, despite the fact that he's not who I once believed. But I quickly realize that that's not the case when Cal doesn't speak a word to me.
"Any idea why I'm here?" I whisper to him as some girl shows off how strong she is. Not very strong actually, I've seen stronger in an arena. It sure does look cool, but she's always staring at Cal. When she breaks her gaze as she whips another statue's head off, her eyes turn to me. And they don't look very friendly anymore. In fact, she kind of stares at me as if I'm stealing her show. Her performance.
In fact, each and everyone of the girls trying out are always glancing my way. Wondering why the hell I'm here and why. Something inside of me shutters as I squeeze my eyes shut. My pills. I'm suppose to take them every two hours, just to be safe, and I ran out four hours ago. How long will this go on for? I need to get home to receive more.
My heart clenches and releases, and I'm slightly worried that I'll fall onto the platform. My hands begin to shake as it goes on for longer and longer. Everything hurts, my cheeks are blaring in pain through the heat of the electricity shield. Just like the heat of the King's hand. The heat is making my blood rush faster and faster, its making my heart pound, thumping until it feels like its going to pound out of my chest. Right when this girl, Evangeline Samos, is about to take the stage, I feel like my Mother was right all along. Heartburn, I do have it. Why else is my chest feeling like its on fire. My entire face is flushed Red when I feel something engulf my hand. A burning hand. I want to tug away and go to sleep. I feel so tired, and hot.
"Are you alright?" Cal asks me as I run my hand through my ash-blond hair. Everything feels like its spinning, and my hands are twitching sweat runs down my forehead.
I'm a doctor, and I can only say that its too hot. My heart is taking on too much, taking in too much blood. Too much of everything.
"Just… Just kind of hot." I mumble back as he stares at me for a moment as if I just grew another head.
"You seem pale." He replies as I shiver. My head hurts harshly, everything is blurring together. I can hardly focus on anything. My mind, usually sharper than any sword, feels dull. I can't hear anything. I can't think. My head pounds harder and harder as my heart wrenches in a terrible burst of fire. Cal's hand is still over mine, and that's all I can feel. The heat of his hand is growing too much, even though I'm convinced that it hasn't changed. My body feels crisp, burning up. I'm too weak to tell him that I even don't want his tiny gestures of kindness. He's too hot. Burning me up like a crisp.
Suddenly, a sound evades my eardrums. I can see again, and the sound is of a girl screaming. I turn my head to see a line of red-brown. At first, I think its Gisa, but her hair is brighter red. This girl isn't Gisa. She's someone else entirely.
I barely notice the paleness of my own skin and the fact that everything feels dead. Then, all of a sudden, this sudden ripple of something courses through me. It happens faster than I can process.
Electricity.
I scream, my voice rattling the world as I collaspe onto the ground, my entire body shaking. It was then, when my thoughts decide to combine, swirling together.
They won't care. With the Red Girl dead, I'm nothing. I'll always be nothing. Nothing at all.
But instead of that, I scream again, this time just out of pure dread. The pain feels like its fading, but I still feel dead on the inside. People are screaming, not because of me probably. Nobody cares about me. Then, all of a sudden, I hear someone's voice. The King.
"What are you?" He asks as I let out another scream, this time of pain. I feel some sort of warmth warming my body, and I think it's the Calore family's hands. Engulfing me with their warmth. "What are you?" He repeats as I finally will myself to open my eyes to see a sight that makes me faint.
My dress is cut open, right at my arm. The sleeves are burnt to a crisp, and there's a deep wound within. But what really makes me faint is what's coming out of the wound.
Silver blood.
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