Hibralt's escort was advancing on the road home to Hibralt, his queen leading their march, not riding a carriage as her rank would indicate but on a horse like her men, concealed among them in armor. She galloped by his side.
-Don't stop! Secure the perimeter. The queen was giving her orders through whispers. Odalia looked at them for a moment, letting out a tired sigh. All of them were probably the only people who were still openly loyal to her, contrary to many soldiers who had so easily deserted his daughter's service. The blood of many traitors now stained his mount's hooves.
-My queen! A squadron is approaching our position," one of his knights announced, pointing in the distance at a cloud of dust that grew in size as the distance between his troops closed.
My queen, what are your orders? Asked the man with an agitated voice; in his eyes, you could see the fatigue that the man was going through, like many of his companions.
Prepare a trap and hide among the trees. If necessary, let them pass. He gave his order to the troops, and small grunts were heard in response from him. Odalia hadn't thought about how far her daughter had gone to seize power; she expected a duel, a confrontation for the throne, but her Amity had premeditatedly sent soldiers to finish her off before she could even cross the border between the kingdoms.
One of the knights muttered his opinion: "They are a waste." He could have eliminated us if he had waited until we arrived in the kingdom and sent all the troops at that moment.
Another of them added, "Or maybe he's in a hurry to take the throne before something else happens." One by one, they all gave their opinion as they set up the small trap for the squad that was approaching them. The sound of the gallop began to intensify little by little, and the hands of the man in charge of activating the trap trembled with anticipation as he waited for the arrival of his enemy.
"Now do it! was the order heard at the moment that the troops began to arrive. Ropes rose to different heights, taking the unsuspecting soldiers by surprise. Some flew when their horse tripped over the ropes close to the ground, while others fell to the ground with their ropes crashing on the high rope, but a few were lucky enough to get through and flee the fight.
The grunts of the men flooded the small clump of trees that led to the small forest: "Disarm them and take their things; kill those who resist and capture those who surrender." Odalia gave a new order, approaching one of the fallen: "Tell me what the princess's plans are." I questioned the subject, but the bastard spat on the ground and let out a laugh.
"I do not answer to your witch authority!" muttered the man, spitting on Odalia's shoes. "You just need to know that you are no longer in charge. Long live Queen Amity!" exclaimed the subject before falling to the ground. An overwhelming sensation of pain invaded him, and when he fell on his side, he could see for a moment that he had hit him. "Damn witch, I'll kill you when this is over!" he cursed her. Trying to get up again, he felt how he had been hit again by the queen.
"You're no use to me," Odalia mused when she saw him fall, walking up to the man's motionless body and cleaning the soles of his shoes. "They're done now?" she asked, focusing her attention on her men. The queen's escort was now wearing the armor and clothing that those soldiers had previously donned. They are ready.
"Yes, my queen! they all exclaimed. Odalia sighed, diverting her attention from them for a moment to see the traitors piled up in a clearing in the forest and the prisoners sitting not far away. I'll only ask once! What plans does my daughter have to kill me? How many troops do you have at this moment? he asked the men sitting with their hands tied. Murmurs began to be heard from the rows of prisoners.
Finally, one of them stopped to get the queen's attention. "Queen Odalia, I'm sorry." She began to speak, kneeling. "Her daughter, Princess Amity, has three battalions made up of a thousand men each divided into hundreds and fifteen squads to patrol the area. The man finished speaking and sat down again.
Odalia let out a small yawn. "Okay, someone else wants to say something," the queen inquired. The murmurs began again until one of them got up to speak on behalf of her companions.
The princess planned to set up more ambushes like this to deplete her forces before she reached the kingdom. All the troops that have fought so far are made up of members belonging to the merchant faction of the kingdom and their allies who support the princess in return for having a monopoly on certain articles. The man could not finish before Odalia silenced him.
Those damn pigs! I haven't died yet, and they are already planning how to distribute my kingdom and how to empty the kingdom's coffers in their favor. Odalia's teeth ground from the rage she was feeling towards her daughter for not being able to deal with her emotional problems, towards the faction of merchants who did nothing but gain weight and suck at the expense of the people like parasites, but above all, she felt anger towards herself for not having prevented this when she could. "I'm disgusting, mother," the queen murmured in her head.
My queen, what are your orders? His captain of the guard questioned him about his next course of action. Odalia looked at him for a moment, looked at the captured men, and looked at him again.
All of you who have betrayed your true regent, tell me, do you feel honor in this? Answer me! What's the point of a Hibralt soldier? honor and glory. Odalia recriminated against them. Is there honor in betraying your queen?
Not your majesty! The voices broke out in a loud exclamation, and Odalia laughed when she heard them.
- So! Where is your honor and glory? Odalia questioned them, approaching one of the prisoners who had spoken before: "Tell me, are you willing to redeem yourself for your acts against the crown and fight alongside your brothers to free Hibralt from the usurper?
The man fell to his knees repentant at the queen's words: Yes, my queen," the man whispered weakly before feeling how his ties were cut. Odalia then said, fixing her gaze on the rest of the prisoners, "Know that no one here is forced to fight for my cause this day. Release them. The queen then ordered her soldiers before walking up to a horse and starting to jog slowly while the former prisoners looked at her confused for a moment. The confusion and bewilderment eventually lifted from the heads and hearts of men. Some felt afraid and started the game to get away from the site in search of a more affable territory, taking a horse and a sword among their things.
But others felt something else—a flame burning in their hearts and the call of duty at their heads. They took up their weapons, shields, and armor, eventually joining Queen Odalia, swelling their ranks with their numbers, and marching to rid Hibralt's kingdom of the false queen, Amity the usurper.
************ A week later, ************
How is it possible that he is still alive? Amity exploded in rage when she saw how the bodies of multiple soldiers were at her feet while the queen of Hibralt continued to fight side by side with her and the army that she had gathered against everything that Amity threw at them.
It had been nearly two weeks since Odalia had left the kingdom of Alvain to return to Hibralt. All the ambushes her daughter had set for her and all the soldiers she had sent against her had become an opportunity for the queen to eliminate the renegade soldiers from Hibralt's ranks as a chance to gain new allies and nurture their ranks with more loyal men willing to the cause.
Now the queen was in front of her daughter, disputing the fate of the kingdom in combat. "I thought I had taught you better than this daughter; a blight will never let his enemies have the pleasure of seeing his death without paying a great price first," she reproached her daughter as she walked among the bodies of the treacherous soldiers who had dared to raise their weapons against her.
"Do me a favor and die, mother," Amity growled, rushing at her mother with her sword drawn. "Everything will be easier once you disappear." She pushed the edge of her weapon hard, and the queen felt her legs give way for an instant. All this fighting had put her physical strength on the brink.
-Daughter, stop! This is not the way. Odalia tried to reason, seeing her little Mittens in that mass of anger and negative emotions for a moment. Please, Amity, I know you're still there. You still have time to resolve things.
Shut up; you know nothing. Amity attacked with more force, bending her mother for a moment. She should have been mine from the beginning, and that bastard from the north took it from me. Luz was my knight, and she abandoned me for that damn A tear of rage flowed from her face.
It's not fair; I could have given her the world if she had asked me; she could have come back to me if she wanted to. I rebuked her mother, but she didn't! " She stayed with him; she gave him her smiles and her good morning, and she just left me," the princess whispered with cold rage. Odalia could then see how deep her little girl had fallen.
The queen took a deep breath and hit her daughter with her fist. Amity fell not far away, clearly in pain from the blow but with red eyes even from the rage she felt in those moments. "I'm sorry, Mittens," her mother apologized. "All this is my fault; I was the one who accepted the terms in the beginning; I knew what the reason for the barbarians coming to Hibralt and the treaties was," Odalia confessed. Amity's face turned into one of confusion and bewilderment before she began to see red.
Amity dropped all her manners in that instant before attacking her mother with all her might. Odalia just parried the blow as well as possible, feeling her whole body tremble from the impact. All this time, I could have been happy with her, but you took her from me. Amity pushed the blade of her sword towards Odalia's neck; the path of angry tears was highlighted in her reddened eyes as she brought the queen closer and closer to its end.
"You still have time, daughter; just stop." Odalia kept trying to make her daughter reconsider, refusing to see her little girl as the monster she had become—the monster she had created with a lot of indecision.
"Just stop fighting, mother; everything will be fixed once you die." The princess began to rave. "Luz will return to me once I become the queen; she will leave that brute of the plains, and we will be happy again as we should have been at the beginning.
Hee hee, Odalia began to laugh, disconcerting her daughter for a moment—a moment that the queen took advantage of to kick her in the stomach, making her fall to the ground. "Even if you became the queen, she would not return to you, as you believe in your head.
You lie! Luz is my knight; she would never betray me. Amity roared, refusing to accept the reality that presided over her. She tried to take her sword, but her mother's boot sank into the joint of her forearm. The sensation of the bone fracturing flooded the princess's senses in a fraction of a second. Wanting to scream, she was cut off by Odalia's fist against her face.
You were always so innocent that I could not help but want to isolate you from the rest of the world, but that was my mistake; I never let you suffer or feel what the disappointment of a human being was, and now you are here believing that life is a bloody fairy tale. Odalia's fist hit her daughter's face again; the crunch of the bone could be heard, and the queen felt like a splinter had buried itself in her hand, but she did not stop and hit her again. You're so pathetic, I can't believe I gave birth to a shame that couldn't even grow from a silly first romance. Odalia scolded her for laughing: "Luz is happy with that boy, and for his happiness, I'm going to stop you, daughter.
Odalia declared, getting up from her daughter and walking to the place where her sword was stuck. "It will all end very soon," the queen mused.
Amity felt that as her head seemed to be about to explode from the queen's force for a moment. "Damn you, I'm never going to stop no matter how much you hit me; I'll keep getting up until the day Luz is in my arms again; no, I'll stop," the princess muttered with the little strength she still had.
The sound of the sword being dragged could be heard in Amity's ears; the end of heresy was already close for her. "Hee hee, I'll see you in hell, mom," the princess sighed, closing her eyes, ready to leave this world behind.
"Last words, Mittens?" her mother asked, raising her sword to drop it and end this once and for all.
You were a horrible mother, Odalia. I will see you in hell when you die," Amity cursed.
"I know; send my regards to your father and Camila when you arrive," Odalia replied, about to kill her, but a voice stopped her.
- High! Don't do it, Odalia. Amity turned around the moment she heard her. There was the girl for whom she had done all this, Luz Noceda.
Little girl! What are you doing here? Odalia dropped the sword to the side, running to Luz's side. "You have a family at home; you shouldn't be here risking yourself." I reproached her, forgetting for a moment her daughter, who was lying on the ground.
"I couldn't let you do this; Amity is still your daughter," Luz claimed. "Think of Edric and Emira; they wouldn't want their mother to stain her hands with the blood of their little sister, the same one they played with since they were little and watched grow up.
You are a fool, Light! If I don't stop her now, there will never be peace between the kingdoms!" Odalia exclaimed, giving her reasons for killing her daughter. But Luz couldn't see it in the same way as the queen.
You don't have to kill her; you've already won. Look at her and tell me she can still fight! He pointed to Amity; the princess was full of wounds, while all her allies had been defeated by the loyalists who followed Odalia.
"Very well, Noceda, we will do it your way." The queen sighed exhaustedly. "Guards! Capture the princess and lock her in the dungeons. She gave one last order before beginning to stagger and fall to the ground in a faint.
The rebellion was over.
*************** Two weeks later,
Accused Amity Blight pleaded guilty to the crimes of attempted coup, regicide, and embezzlement of state funds. A jury read part of the crimes and charges for which Princess Amity was now on trial; she looked on with rancor to all while his accomplices trembled in place dead with fear, uttering curses towards the crown and the princess who had finally caused his capture.
"Guilty, your honor, I do not feel sorry for my actions; everything I did was for the good of the nation; fresh blood must replace the old customs in order to adapt to the imminent future that appears on the horizon," Amity declared without once doubting his words; in his eyes, nothing he had done was wrong.
She does not represent us! Your honor, the voices of the other defendants exploded in the room, seeking a way out of the just punishment that awaited them for betraying and cooperating with a traitor, but their voices were silenced by the guards as they were dragged out of the atriums between screams and struggles.
The judge looked for a moment at the place where the mob had been for a few moments before turning his attention back to Princess Amity. Under his words and based on his charges, added to his guilty plea, she would be deprived of her noble title as princess and sentenced to confinement in a prison run by the kingdom in the border limits of Hibralt. Guards, take her away! The judge ended by hitting the podium with his mallet. A wave of murmurings and wild shouts filled the room in an instant as the guards escorted Amity out of the room while she only maintained silence.
Six months later, ************
The streets of Hibralt were dyed with the color of flowers, and in celebration, a new queen rose to the throne, ending the long reign that Odalia had had. "Congratulations, Emira; I'm sure you'll be a great ruler." Odalia gave her eldest daughter a word of support. Things did not happen as one would think, but you have shown with your actions that you are someone worthy of leading this town in my place.
But mom, what will happen if I ruin it? Am I really ready for this?" Emira asked her mother about her concerns; the old woman laughed and patted her daughter on the back.
Nobody is, Emira, and I'm not going anywhere for now. I'll always be ready to give you a hand, but for now, Odalia mused, looking at the patio from the window, that she could see a small brown-haired girl practicing under
the guidance of Luz. I need to try to be a better mother with this opportunity that the world has given me. Emira looked at the little girl for a moment, feeling a strange sensation of familiarity with her.
"Is she from..." Odalia sighed and nodded, confirming the doubts that her daughter had. "But how and when?
"It doesn't matter; all of that is in the past, Emira, and I'm not going to deny an innocent creature the opportunity to live with the only family he has left in the world," the former monarch said firmly.
"Good mother, but in exchange I want to be able to play with her and spend time with her from time to time," Emira declared, putting her foot on the ground. Her mother sighed, aware that this was part of what she had to accept for Tamara.
"Very well, so be Queen Emira," Odalia murmured, beginning to walk to the patio where the little girl was practicing with her half-sister. "If you are going to be a princess, you will need more than just a sword," she mused. Tamara's future will certainly be something bright and promising in the future.
56 years later
A dozen guards escorted the prisoner, a woman who, at one point in the past, had been about to unleash one of the great wars that the kingdoms had had the misfortune to suffer. Everyone who escorted her whispered to each other about the fate that awaited the old woman upon her release.
She was brought in front of the people she considers family, lovers, and enemies; all of them were gathered around her, but Amity couldn't see them even if she wanted to. The time that had been generous with some had not had the same grace with the former princess; her eyes lost their shine behind bars in her dark cell, her smooth and delicate skin was now full of wrinkles, and her voice that once was as sweet as honey was now scratchy and dry like desert sand.
Amity breathed slowly, coughing from age. "Where am I? Who are you?" I ask with a weak and broken voice.
You're in Hibralt's castle. Emira finally spoke. Don't you recognize my voice?
I'm sorry. Amity's knees creaked under her own weight as she tried to kneel down. I'm sorry for not giving you the proper bow.
"You don't have to do it," Emira pointed out, but her sister had already fallen to her knees in front of her and the rest of those present. - Guards, help her up!
"Don't worry about this old woman, your majesty." Her sister tried to get rid of the men who wanted to help her. "Just let me go back to my cell and die in peace," she begged.
No one in the room knew how to respond; time had really wreaked havoc on the former princess, leaving only an empty shell of what she once was. Emira turned to look at her friends, searching for some word or thing that might get them out of the awkwardness they had gotten themselves into.
A loud noise then resounded throughout the room, like a low roar that made everyone search for the source of the noise. "Excuse my discourtesy, Queen Emira," Amity muttered, trembling on her spot, falling to her knees with her face at ground level, unable to muster the courage to pick him up to see his sister.
Emira just scratched her forehead before shouting an order to her servants: "Prepare my table and escort this woman to the castle garden." Her voice seemed to make the place tremble for a moment, and the noise of thousands of footsteps made the place rumble like if it were a tremor while two women escorted the confused old woman to the garden of the royal court.
Amity could feel the chill of the breeze on her face. She rubbed her older hands together to try and get warm, but being little more than useless, she folded her arms and hunched her back to cover herself as best she could from the weather, her old lungs fighting for air. not to freeze as his breath made a little dent in his tired body.
Hi Amity, do you remember me? A voice was heard behind her, and the old woman turned in an effort to focus her attention on that person.
"Who are you?" I ask before feeling a strong coughing attack. "It's been so many years since I talked to something that wasn't a rat or my own reflection in a bowl of watery soup.
I am Tamara. I am the wife of King the Prince of...
Alvain, son of Eda the harpy queen, if I remember correctly, little one. Amity interrupted, bringing her hands closer to her face. "How much you've grown since I saw you. Odalia must have really done a good job to get you here.
"How did Queen Odalia die?" Amity asked with a sigh. "Did he live well?
-My ma... I mean, Queen Odalia lived a long time, longer than many doctors thought. Tamara sighed sadly. She was buried no more than a decade ago, at the age of 96.
"Good, very good," Amity mused. "At least he lived longer than King Alador. But tell me, girl, what can bring you to see this old witch? I can't charm or curse others, ha ha—the old woman laughed for a moment—it must be simple curiosity, a little mixed race. "Daughter of the king and his knight," she emphasized, taking Tamara by surprise. "The rumor of your origin did not take long to reach even my cell; the guards only laughed at me and how I was replaced by a child that the queen had found in a village lost in the mountains.
"That's not true," Tamara murmured before shouting against the woman. "Queen Odalia never forgot you!" she burst out against Amity. "Even when she was on her deathbed, she wanted to see you one last time, but her body didn't survive the trip, and you know what else?" A small tear began to form on her face. She asked you for forgiveness before she died.
"A pity, I never asked her, and she must have forgotten about my existence the moment they closed my cell. Certainly a pity, little sister; you were more her daughter than I was." Amity sighed, running a hand over Tamara's face. "I would have liked to look into your eyes and see your reaction.
And why do you not do it? I'm here—I question him—and his sister laughed maliciously, passing her hand over her own face. Tamara shuddered when she saw what was hidden behind the lock that covered part of her face—a scar that ran all over the upper part of her face, leaving in his eyes two white beads like the moon with a gray pupil like ash.
"I'd love to, but you'll see.. I'm blind," Amity muttered, letting out a laugh that made the place feel even colder and made everyone present shudder. "I've been blind for over 20 years, little sister. A couple of drunken guards thought one day that it would be fun to pour bleach on my face to see if they were able to clear me of my crimes.
When I pass that! A scream rumbled from a hallway, and Amity caught the footsteps of two people approaching them from a distance. - Amity Why did you never say anything? Queen Luz questioned him with a tone that reflected concern and anger.
It doesn't matter at this point; both bastards died not long after a rat bit them, and that plague that killed them really made things happier for my later years. Rio the old woman—it was then when people started calling me a witch.
"Tell me, Amity, do you hate me?" Luz asked her. "After all these years, you still hate me and Hunter?" Amity focused her worn eyes in the direction she had heard Luz go.
"Did a rat ever bite you or your husband? she answered with another question.
No, never why.
So not Luz. I lived a large part of my life behind bars, suffering the ridicule and abuse of my jailers with only one hope in my heart: Luz. - Amity sighed weakly. "Being able to see you again someday, but..." His calloused hands touched his eyes. I'll have to settle for just hearing your voice, but now let me ask you, Luz. Noceda, do you hate me?
Luz felt the question like a slap to her face and a pang in her heart: "No, Amity, how could I hate you?" After all the time we spent together, the moments we shared, the nights we spent together, how could I do that? - Luz exclaimed, her voice almost breaking due to the mixture of feelings that formed in her heart when she heard her question herself about what she thought of her.
"No, Amity, I couldn't do it no matter how hard I tried; you will always be part of the happiest moments of my life," Luz whispered, hugging the woman, ignoring her tattered clothes and her smell. Queen Luz just hugged the woman. woman without caring about anything at that moment, Amity corresponded to the hug unconsciously.
Finally, after a couple of minutes, they separated. A little happier than at the beginning, Amity could feel how her time was beginning to end, and soon she would no longer be among the living.
Amity felt that she should try to leave a nice memory before she died. Light, if there was another life after death, could you love me again? Not like a princess, but just like Amity Blight, Luz laughed nervously at the request of the dying woman.
I don't know, to my husband, this is a bit surprising, Miss Blight. Luz mumbled nervously, and Amity laughed, seeing for a moment her clumsy attitude again.
"Only if you promise that she will no longer be your knight," Hunter pointed out to her. Amity laughed at the forces that she still had left.
"I couldn't ask for it any other way, Whittebane," Amity mumbled, feeling how she was taken by the hand.
Amity Blight, this is my last promise to you. Luz sighed, squeezing the woman's hand with some force. "Amity Blight, I promise you if there is a life after death to find you and love you not like the princess you were but like the one woman you will become in the next life of this." Luz finished, letting go of Amity's hand and seeing how the woman was silent. "Mittens?
Luz called her, but she didn't answer, falling to the ground, motionless and without breathing. Amity Blight had died after getting one last bit of hope: a peaceful smile on her face.
Guards, help! Luz shouted for help, but it was too late for Mittens.
A private funeral was held the next day; not many people attended the event—family and close friends, people who once considered the old woman an important part of her life. Buried next to her parents, the second youngest of the four children of the 9th generation of the Blight clan could now rest among her progeny at last.
****** Year 2021: Gravesville (400 to 500 years later)
(A promise kept.)
Light! Stop loitering and get out at once. A female voice reproached a girl with brown hair and a complexion like golden wheat. You were the one who wanted to go see that art exhibition. So wake up at once!
"I'm coming, Mittens," the girl yawned, rubbing her eyes to wake up more quickly. "You couldn't wake me up in a more gentle way." She pressed her lips together, like a princess from fairy tales.
"Moron!" Amity yelled, throwing a pillow at his face with his box reddened by embarrassment. "It's the last time I do it for you! Next time I'll go alone and enjoy the event without you. I exclaim, closing the door, yes.
Luz sighed. Seeing her clothes and starting to change, she noticed the photo of her mother. "Mommy, do you think today will be the day?" he wondered for a moment before returning the photo to his site.
The Gravesville Museum was having an exhibit of ancient art that had been loaned to the museum by an old noble house a couple of weeks ago, but today the preparations were finished and they were finally open to the public.
"Ughh, I can't believe you convinced me to come see a bunch of old paintings." Amity growled, annoyed: "You couldn't do this from a computer at home.
Nope, part of appreciating art is doing it in person and, of course, taking a picture or two while you're there. Come on, Mittens, pose next to that picture! Luz enthusiastically pulled the girl away, not noticing the brief moment when her cheeks turned red.
Luz toured the art gallery with her friend Mittens, the girl always unaware of her friend's condition, walking and walking with her holding hands until the moment Amity had to say enough and sit down to rest.
Sorry Mittens! I should have been more careful with you. Luz apologized, feeling bad for not having taken more care of the girl. Amity, on the other hand, was too tired to enjoy much of the chestnut's worries. - Please rest here; I'll go see the last part of the gallery, then we can go home.
Luz warned her, letting the girl rest a bit while she finished the tour; it wouldn't be the same without Amity by her side. She really had to do something to make up for it when they got back. "But what could Amity want from me?" Luz wondered, sighing before colliding with the barrier that delimited the distance between the painting and the visitors.
Luz looked up to admire her.
And a single word escaped from his mouth when he saw her.
"It's beautiful," she mused, enthralled by the painting, a feeling of nostalgia lodged in her heart for no reason. But a voice next to her took her out of her thoughts.
Certainly it is; my ancestors fought hard to preserve each painting. The man next to him sighed. "There aren't many left after the fire that occurred two hundred years ago, but I'm glad to see that at least this one was saved.
I am also glad that they are saved, sir.
"Caleb Whittebane, nice to meet you, madame." The young man added, "It's good to know that there are still people interested in the art of the old world." He smiled. "But tell me, miss, do you believe in reincarnation? he asked, crossing his gaze with her.
Light blinked, looking at the painting. Yes, I believe so, but why do you ask? She looked at the young man again, but he had disappeared. Where is he?
Luuuzzz! Amity's voice resounded in the room. Luz turned to see her approaching where she was. "Here you are! I lost sight of you a while ago; they are going to close. I point this out, showing him his watch.
Luz scratched her head embarrassed. "I'm sorry about that, Amity, but you know how time flies when you're having fun." She excused herself with a nervous giggle.
As you say, we should go now. Amity sighed, shaking her head. "It's fine, Luz, as long as you had fun." Her face fell for a moment. Trying to go to the exit, she felt Luz take her hand.
Amity wait! I wanted to thank you for coming with me so Luz began to play with her fingers. "Is there anything I could do to thank you?" He dropped the question for Amity.
The girl was thoughtful for a moment. - Well, there is something you could do for me and... *Riiiingg* - Amity's phone began to ring, interrupting the girl. "Now that!" she exclaimed, annoyed, unlocking her phone. A small sigh of annoyance came out when she saw the notifications.
-What happened? It's something bad," Luz inquired, and Amity shook her head to deny that.
"It's not a family thing, Luz, about my request; it will be later now that I have an appointment, so to speak," he said, forcing a smile that reflected a clear annoyance towards the sender. I'll see you later, Luz, but for now, Amity took Luz's head, lowering it and planting a small kiss on the girl's forehead. "This will do for the moment," I muttered before running from the site while Luz was a sea of nerves and babble.
"My best friend is in love with me," the brunette with the face like a tomato muttered, starting to walk through the streets back to her apartment.
While Amity had picked up a car that belonged to her parents, the girl kept sighing, annoyed at having lost her chance to be with Luz for the rest of the day. "Daughter, please stop doing that. I know it's a bit inconvenient to get you out of your moments with your friend, but you must take into account what it means to be a blight; you have more responsibilities than freedoms for now." Her father reproached her, and the girl only let out an annoyed snort.
The place where she had gone was the house of some important clients for the company; she did not like these dinners very much. The children of the clients used to be conceited and condescending people who looked down on everyone; she simply could not stand them.
"Daughter, go and meet our client's nephew; I heard that he is close to your age." Her father encouraged her to follow one of the servants of the house; she nodded and began to walk.
"This way, Miss Blight," said a tall woman with black hair and dressed as a secretary, pointing to a corridor. - Please follow me.
"The faster I deal with this, the faster I'll be back home," she murmured under her breath, following the woman to a huge door that led to a lighted patio.
Mr. Whitebane! You have visitors!" exclaimed the woman, drawing the attention of the boy in the room. Amity only saw him for a moment and began to feel her heart beating. She thought for a moment that it was love, but the young man's smile made her reconsider what she felt.
It was anger, a cluster of emotions that had transcended time itself. "Hey Mittens! Take a sword and come down here. Caleb looked at her and smiled, calling her to fight.
Amity ran to meet him without knowing why. Taking one of the weapons from the shelf near the entrance, she went out to meet him with the weapon in her hand.
"They know each other? asked the woman, confused by the sudden action of her master.
"Heh heh, you could say that we were destined to meet, Lilith," the boy answered, starting to run towards Amity. The two clashed their swords in anger and passion, the flames of battle blazing anew as memories of a past life flowed like a torrent towards them. Lilith swore that for a moment, a countenance of fierce nobility settled over the two children who crossed their swords in that place.
And when the battle ended, they were both on the verge of exhaustion, but Amity's hateful look still persisted. "You're back," the girl muttered, trying to get up without success.
I did, just like you, but don't worry. He managed to get up and walk to where she was still lying. I still remember her promise, Mittens. Heh heh. He laughed for a moment. But don't forget Blight. Luz is no longer more your knight, nor are you his princess. He murmured in her ear and headed for the door, turning around to face the girl for a moment.
"Do not waste this opportunity, because she will be in the next one," he declared, finally leaving the room. Amity sighed and leaned back on the sand, letting herself be carried away by her exhaustion.
A blight always keeps his part of the deal. And I swear I'll have my date with Luz; we'll both be happy without you, bastard.
While elsewhere, Luz was in the middle of an arena fighting against a green-haired girl. She didn't know why she was doing it, but she could feel it when she saw that girl's name. Willow Park—that name awakened a desire in the chestnut, a promise she could never keep.
A debt that she would settle today, even if she was no longer a knight. She would never go back on her promise. - Die Park!.
The end