And here it is, the one you've all be waiting for, Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you *drumroll*... THE NEXT CHAPTER!
The two young girls held hands tightly as a drum beat out a thick, mournful tune. Their fingers interlaced, their heads turning simultaneously to watch the body carried down the hill. The snow crunched, icicles tinkling overhead, wind whistling through the bare trees. They shuffled closer together, protecting each other from the icy gale, the spattering of sleet that tumbled from the heavy sky. Together, they looked up, seeing the grey clouds, the frosty air. It started to snow, the first flakes of the squall melting into their identical black hair. They watched as it snowed harder, the wind swirling the snow as the funeral pyre was lit, sparks leaping like demons, upwards and upwards. They watched as the other druids paid their respects, as they left through the gathering storm, as the flames died downwards. Only then did they walk through the trees, down towards the fire, their footprints echoing the tear tracks down their cheeks. Only then did they look at each other.
"Why did you do it, Raven? Why did you kill him" the shorter asked. Her tears had frozen in the cold, her voice miserable, her eyes hardened like the ice on her cheeks. "He was like a father to me. I was going to give him this." she held up a dagger, mirrored metal blade, polished stone hilt, the edge sharpened like an icicle.
"There was no choice."
Robyn gritted her teeth, hatred flaring in her soul. "There is always a choice."
Her twin turned so her back was to the pyre, so she faced Robyn. "I'm sorry."
"So am I." And she drove the knife straight into Raven's heart.
She fell backwards, her blood seeping over her chest, dripping into the flames that billowed around her. She took it in, feeling like she was floating, looking down on her limp body, the knife still embedded in her heart, the hilt stained crimson. She'd gone past the pain, now numb, calm, ready to die. All she felt was anger and rage towards her younger sister, the one she'd had power over her whole life until now, the one who'd escaped her grip. She was growing feebler, slipping between darkness and the hues of the fire, when she saw a face, eyes emerald green through the flames. It held out a hand to her, and she took it, and was pulled from the fire, and as she rolled onto her knees, she knew she was alive, weak but alive, and all she felt was a burning hatred for her twin.
Well, well, well. Another chapter finished! I know it wasn't that long, but hey, you can't have everything! Hope you liked it :D
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