Cruel Fates

By: IceQueen

Chapter 7


AN: Hola! Me gusta pollo! (Does anybody know what I just said?) What up? I'm back w/ capitulo siete. Anyways, enjoy. Oh, and this will be the last chapter of Book I.


Disclaimer: I don't own the Black Jewels Trilogy or any characters or settings removed from there. I do own the creatures of my own creativity. Do not steal them. I will be forced to hunt you down and kill you. ^_^




Silvara slammed the door to her room and leaned against it, tears streaming down her moonlight-pale skin. "Hate her..." she murmured between sobs. "Hope she dies..." Silvara slid down the door, onto the floor as sobs continued to rack her small frame. On a particularly violent one her head snapped back and hit the door. "Owie..." she keened, throwing herself into even more virulent sobs.


She'd just finished a large scathing argument with Gabrielle. The things she'd said... cut to the marrow. "Useless.. pfh," Silvara murmured to herself, "Weak.. hah. I'll show her." She dried her tears on the sleeve of her sweater, and stood up shakily.


*Sarai,* she sent the thought on an Opal thread. Over the course of the year the three girls~ herself, Sarai, and Jade~ had grown increasingly close, becoming good friends.


*Silvara?* She answered.


*Yes. I need your help,* Silvara told her.


*Of course. What do you need?* Sarai answered, her worry vibrating along the thread.


*I need to stay with you and the Circuit for awhile,* was the reply.


*Um... okay. Sure. We're in a village called 'Trin' right now. It's in Nharkhava,* Sarai informed her.


*Expect me later tonight,* Silvara told her.


*We will. We'll be waiting outside the village for you,* she said before severing the link.


Silvara returned to her surroundings with a new sense of calm. She was getting out. For good.


Quickly, she pulled out a bag and packed only the necessities. The 'necessities' being undergarments, socks, three pairs of breeches (one black, one brown, one blue,) three different button-up shirts (one red, one green, one silver,) and three tank tops (two white, one blue.) She also threw in shampoo, conditioner, a brush, and a tooth brush and paste. Done, she thought. Then went back and vanished her weapons as well as her bag.


Silvara walked to the window and flung one leg over the sill, stopped and thought. What about Titian and Damien? I can't just leave without saying goodbye! She threw her other leg over and landed, silently on the porch roof. Silvara walked over to the nearby tree and shimmied down.


She looked back at the house once and said her silent goodbye to the 'House of Hell,' as she had dubbed it. Then ran to the Web Landing.

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Quiet and cat-like, Silvara climbed the trellis to Titian's room, then slid inside the open window. Titian was sound asleep. Rather than wake her friend she left a note with paper and pen she had found resting on a table.


Titian~

I know you're going to be upset when you read this, but please don't do anything rash.


I'm leaving home. Leaving here. I'm tired of it all. You've been the best of friends to me, and I hope you can understand my decision.


Don't worry, I'm going some place safe. It's going to be one adventure after another. So don't miss me. Okay? Just have fun. Maybe I'll see you some day. Who knows, right? All I know is fate is taking me down a different road than you. Perhaps we'll meet at a crossroads again.


Please, don't tell anyone that I left this note. And please, don't look for me. I'm begging you.


So, until we meet again-- adieu.


~Silvara


She put the note on the pillow next to Titian's head, and left the way she came.

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Silvara smiled outside Jaenelle's house outside Maghre. Now, how to get up there? She thought to herself. "Ah-ha," Silvara said quietly, spotting the drain pipe. She walked up to it and jumped, pulling herself, hand-over-hand, up the rest of the way.


Noiselessly, she proceeded to prowl across the roof until she was right above where Damien's window would be. She looked down, leaning dangerously over the edge of the roof, to see if it was open. Yes, it was, but not the screen. Silvara flung herself back up and sharpened her nails on her right hand. Leaning back over the edge, she traced a nail along the screen, effectively cutting it open. Quickly she braced both hands alongside her and flipped forwards into the room.


Silvara was not surprised to see Damien sound asleep in bed. After all, it was like 1:00 in the morning. She padded silently up to him and sat next to him on the bed. Subconsciously, her right hand reached out to stroke his hair. Her fingers, it turned out, had become quite fond of the little silken strands. She spent an hour like that, just sitting.


Slowly, she got up and walked back over to the window. "Goodbye, Damien," she said in a low, quiet tone. Then she was gone.


End Book I



AN: WhatCHA think? Good o' Bad? Book II:coming soon to a computer near you!