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CHAPTER 33: A LETTER

                Small silver child, you’re the only left I can trust. This message must reach you. No matter what, it must reach you. It must.
                I’m sorry. Forgive me. I’m so sorry. No, no. It wasn’t my fault. All was already broken when I was born. I’m not the one who started it. I wasn’t the first to forsake my green eyes… the Guardian Clan was already rotting from within. That’s right, you remember me, don’t you? You asked about my eyes that day. Your older brothers weren’t home that afternoon. I knew that, and I and betrayed them. No, it wasn’t me. I didn’t want to do it. You let me in. It was because I was there with you that Argent and Arian had to do as she said. She’s the one to blame, not me. She did it. It’s her fault.
                Of course, I should tell you about her. If only I had killed her like I was supposed to, like all the other maidens before her. But staining her white hair with blood would have been distasteful… I stabbed her and… no, I didn’t. I couldn’t. I let her live. I let her return. In and out of the cave she went, again and again, until the Dragon was hers too. We were all hers. A lonely king was easy prey for her smile. I killed her. If only I had killed her.
                She whispers in that sweet murmur, and before you know it her desires are your desires.
                We only wanted power. Peace. Control. Power. I lost everything. We got it. Power. We won. I lost. I lost everything.
                We should have kept the charade going. The Dragon, the demon king, he never knew. The ancient pact was easy to abuse. Nature doesn’t know lies after all. Demons are strangers to deceit. The Demon King was as mighty as he was naïve. No one would have known. We shouldn’t have changed a thing. Fellow humans tricked into submission, demons tricked into complacency, another dead maiden, a lonely dragon, we had peace. It should have stayed the same. Always. Forever. But she ruined it. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t our fault. It wasn’t, it wasn’t, it wasn’t.
                We got what we wanted, we followed her charming humming, and I’m left cursing her, and them, and myself. My son doesn’t know me. My mother doesn’t know me. They’re dead while alive. Alive in death. Their eyes spent. The stone wall is massive. I can’t get through. This is all her fault. The Guardian clan is no more. Humans are no more. I’m no more.
Curse her, and them, and me, my malice, my greed, my lunacy, my blood. It’s her fault.
                Pay attention silver child. For as powerful as she is, she needed Argent and Arian. She couldn’t have done this on her own. She made them do it. They cast the spell. They died doing it. For it. Paid for it. The strongest magicians died for her, for them, for us. The spell took them.

Three are the races.
One to rule.
One to protect.
One to serve.

                You surely know. You must know. Undo what has been done. You’re their little sister. Their blood. The seal stones are to the north and to the south. You must know what to do. Do it. You must, you must, you must, you must, you must, you must, you must.
                There’s no way you don’t know. I believe in you, little silver child. The last silver child. I believe in you. I have to believe in you. Do it for me. Do it for them. It wasn’t my fault. I lost my honor, my name, my family. It must have a meaning. Conveying this message to you must be my duty. It cannot all have been for nothing. It cannot. It cannot. It cannot.
                You lost your family too, but remember it wasn’t my fault. Their blood is not on my hands. It’s not. My friends, my family, I didn’t end them. It’s not their blood on my hands. I didn’t do it. It was her, don’t forget it. It’s all her fault. Curse her, and her pale skin, and her white hair, and her beautiful face, and her dragon, and me, and my blood, and my green eyes. No, no, no, no, no.
                You have to do it. Fix it. Undo what has been done. Save what can be saved. Kill her again. I didn’t murder her. You do it. Defile her pure white. End her. Curse her, and me.
                Curse her, not me. Not me. Not me. Curse me. Curse my blood. Curse, curse, curse, curse. Me, myself, me, me, me, me. I did it. I didn’t do it.              I did it.
                I did it.
                It’s my fault.
                Fix it.

Description
I'll be posting my story here as well!  If you're interested in it, please feel free to follow my other account: ManuWrites
Thank you if you take the time to read it!

Previous Chapter:
Next Chapter:

All Chapters HERE.

CHAPTER 33: A LETTER

                Small silver child, you’re the only left I can trust. This message must reach you. No matter what, it must reach you. It must.
                I’m sorry. Forgive me. I’m so sorry. No, no. It wasn’t my fault. All was already broken when I was born. I’m not the one who started it. I wasn’t the first to forsake my green eyes… the Guardian Clan was already rotting from within. That’s right, you remember me, don’t you? You asked about my eyes that day. Your older brothers weren’t home that afternoon. I knew that, and I and betrayed them. No, it wasn’t me. I didn’t want to do it. You let me in. It was because I was there with you that Argent and Arian had to do as she said. She’s the one to blame, not me. She did it. It’s her fault.
                Of course, I should tell you about her. If only I had killed her like I was supposed to, like all the other maidens before her. But staining her white hair with blood would have been distasteful… I stabbed her and… no, I didn’t. I couldn’t. I let her live. I let her return. In and out of the cave she went, again and again, until the Dragon was hers too. We were all hers. A lonely king was easy prey for her smile. I killed her. If only I had killed her.
                She whispers in that sweet murmur, and before you know it her desires are your desires.
                We only wanted power. Peace. Control. Power. I lost everything. We got it. Power. We won. I lost. I lost everything.
                We should have kept the charade going. The Dragon, the demon king, he never knew. The ancient pact was easy to abuse. Nature doesn’t know lies after all. Demons are strangers to deceit. The Demon King was as mighty as he was naïve. No one would have known. We shouldn’t have changed a thing. Fellow humans tricked into submission, demons tricked into complacency, another dead maiden, a lonely dragon, we had peace. It should have stayed the same. Always. Forever. But she ruined it. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t our fault. It wasn’t, it wasn’t, it wasn’t.
                We got what we wanted, we followed her charming humming, and I’m left cursing her, and them, and myself. My son doesn’t know me. My mother doesn’t know me. They’re dead while alive. Alive in death. Their eyes spent. The stone wall is massive. I can’t get through. This is all her fault. The Guardian clan is no more. Humans are no more. I’m no more.
Curse her, and them, and me, my malice, my greed, my lunacy, my blood. It’s her fault.
                Pay attention silver child. For as powerful as she is, she needed Argent and Arian. She couldn’t have done this on her own. She made them do it. They cast the spell. They died doing it. For it. Paid for it. The strongest magicians died for her, for them, for us. The spell took them.

Three are the races.
One to rule.
One to protect.
One to serve.

                You surely know. You must know. Undo what has been done. You’re their little sister. Their blood. The seal stones are to the north and to the south. You must know what to do. Do it. You must, you must, you must, you must, you must, you must, you must.
                There’s no way you don’t know. I believe in you, little silver child. The last silver child. I believe in you. I have to believe in you. Do it for me. Do it for them. It wasn’t my fault. I lost my honor, my name, my family. It must have a meaning. Conveying this message to you must be my duty. It cannot all have been for nothing. It cannot. It cannot. It cannot.
                You lost your family too, but remember it wasn’t my fault. Their blood is not on my hands. It’s not. My friends, my family, I didn’t end them. It’s not their blood on my hands. I didn’t do it. It was her, don’t forget it. It’s all her fault. Curse her, and her pale skin, and her white hair, and her beautiful face, and her dragon, and me, and my blood, and my green eyes. No, no, no, no, no.
                You have to do it. Fix it. Undo what has been done. Save what can be saved. Kill her again. I didn’t murder her. You do it. Defile her pure white. End her. Curse her, and me.
                Curse her, not me. Not me. Not me. Curse me. Curse my blood. Curse, curse, curse, curse. Me, myself, me, me, me, me. I did it. I didn’t do it.              I did it.
                I did it.
                It’s my fault.
                Fix it.