I’m in pain, that much I know like a pure fact. Like I know the sun exists and the earth isn’t the center of the universe. Like the earth revolves around the sun, this pain revolves around me. It’s like a constant hum, forcing me out of my sanity.
“Oh dear, look what we have here!” I hear this annoying shrill, consuming me, as I hover and curl, feelings the loud noise of my heartbeat crushing against my eardrums, banging like a drum, and I feel tears building. I refuse to look up at the male before me, to acknowledge his existence, his nature. “A little nuisance-“ the words are so venomous, and it’s closer. My little wings stop floating in tandem, forcing me to truly stand. To look at the predator before me, armed with magic that’s stronger than me, magic he’s stolen.
“Speak up!” He demands, and I backed up further. I feel like a frightened doe, injured and bleeding. Just watching the brunette monster, with his lightly tanned skin like scratched gold, and his orange eyes boring into mine like an animal. He’s on the hunt, and I’m the prey. But despite his demands, I refuse to follow. I remain silent.
He doesn’t like the silence. But it’s all too loud for me. I see him through a blurred lense, only through my right eye. My left is gone, so bloodied and injured. He took that from me, half of my sight, and soon, my life.
“Give me back the bloodstone!” He demands, stepping closer to me, and I turn and run. The bloodstone in question, the little green and red enchantment, is held in my hands. I haven’t had time to hide it anywhere else. And I’m running, as fast as I can. Back to the portal, back to the world he plans to corrupt.
The blue light shines against my remaining eye, and I’m panting with the effort. The tears streaming down my face.
The real world is so much different than the Never Realm. But not in a good way. People starve, die, and fight over simple rights and rules. No one wants to follow or give. Everyone wants to be the best, no one wants to try.
It bugs me, that’s true, but now I can’t afford to remain in my happy little realm of magic. I can’t affort to stand in the dimensional rift. I have to warn someone before it’s too late.
I go from being in a building in the Never Realm, with magic vials and runes, to the roof of a skyscraper in the Capitol City. The empire looms before me, like a horizon, and I’m past the blue haze now.
Happiness, I feel it look a flower blooming in my chest. But it doesn’t last as I come to the chilling realization that this wasn’t no where I started my path. The portal should have taken me to my little hideout, my secrecy in a rebellion against the rising culprits. But now I’m in his den, and it snaps into focus when I heard the portal buzz with entry. He’s here, and I’m trapped.
I’m right where he wants me, and there’s no way I’m escaping this time.
Still, I refuse to let him steal back what he stole from me long ago. I refuse to be a pawn for him any longer.
“Give in, let this stupid fantasy go, and we can share the world,” his words do nothing to deter me, to change my expectations and fate. I’ve already made up my mind, and the tall brunette can do nothing to stop me.
“And if I don’t?” I snap, clenching my fist at my side around the rune, I will die before he will take it from me. He will pry it from my cold, dead fingers if he wants it.
“Someone will get hurt,” he steps closer, voice dropping octaves, a dark grin on his face. “No one questions my authority and lives, little one, you should know that better than anyone. You’ve seen my carnage with the Lyra.”
He’s bringing up a constelle he’s hurt, perhaps killed. Not even I know, and despite once being a bit of an ally to him, I’ve kept tabs on him. I’m no longer his puppet. Lyra, as she went by, was a constelle of the constellation Lyra. Her powers were nothing special, they related to music, little hymns she could use to calm people, her music could manipulate emotions, and her sounds could cause waves of damage. But she questioned Orion, and in the end, she was brutally hurt, I suspect she’s no longer among us.
“You’re carnage doesn’t scare me. To be able to hurt me, you must first catch me.” I point out, like the good natured girl I am, with that stupid little smirk upon my lips. Even when I see no escape, I’ll remain resilient. He’s won if I break down, I win if I don’t. And I refuse to let anyone other than I win.
“You seem to forget you’re in my cage,” he points out, raising his eyebrow at me. He’s questioning me, and I don’t blame him. But what he doesn’t know will be his doom. “You’re little wings are gone here, you’re magic is contained to the Never Realm. You are powerless, but I’m not.”
But now I’m the one confused. We all lose our powers in the Home Dimension, all of us lose our abilities and revert to our normal looks. I have no inkling on what he means with his words, but I’m confused by them.
“But, how?” I question, backing up. He’s perhaps bluffing, but I notice with stark concern that I’m nearing the edge of the roof. Internally, I curse myself for falling prey to his plans. He wants me here, like a frightened deer.
But I’m smarter than him, and we both know it. I raise my arm, the one not holding the stone, in his direction. I’m a unique case, to a degree. While I lose my powers, I have used technology as a front to defend myself. Little blasts of energy, ropes, and even other little progresses. All of them are used by me for defending myself. I’m no stranger to being the prey, I’ve always had to be prepared.
He laughs, and I look down, trying to find the source of his laughter. He’s mimicked my actions, and I feel myself pale as I realize why.
On his wrist is that little ray gun, mine. And on my wrist is nothing but a brace. He’s planned this all out too well.
“You’re not going to win!” I snap, taking another step back, only to realize I can’t affort another. It’s empty air behind me. I’m not sure what fate is worse, to be sincerely honest.
“So cliché.” He pouts, grinning wide, “But stupid, you should really watch who you trust.”
He doesn’t give me a moment to respond, not a moment to run, or even blink. He clenches his first, the trigger to the gun, and angles he wrist at a slightly downturned angle. Without even a moments hesitation, the energy zaps out, knocking into the bricks below my feet, and pushing me back.
Some say slow motion isn’t a thing, that no matter what, you never see anything as something other than it sent. Speed is relative, it should change. But it feel like it does in that moment. Blood floats like bubbles, my one wide eyes stares at the man before me, someone I used to care for, someone who used to be important to me, a trusted friend, my hand instinctively has curled out in futile attempt to latch onto something to hold. The other is curled with the stone to my chest.
It’s almost sickeningly beautiful, in a way, the sun is shining, it’s so close to night, that it’s just a beacon on the horizon. But I take no pleasure in the fanciful light.
The moments gone before it even started, and I’m sailing towards the ground as gravity takes hold.
At least it was a painless death.
But it’s only a dream, a memory, reminding me of the past. I’m up before it ends, right as I’m hitting the ground again. I sigh in remembrance. The past feels like it’s now. But the present isn’t any time at all. But as I looked out the window, I spot a girl with the softest of glares on her face, hidden under refined dignity.
“So funny, that fate would choose her,” I reminded myself in humor, smiling back at my shadow, “This should be the most interesting of games.”
I have an issue, and granted, it’s not the only one I have. But it’s kind of a big deal, to me at least.
My family is starving, everyone had been since the coup. And it’s saying a lot because before the coup, my family was as rich as could be. I mean, they still were, but the entire country was running out of supply.
It’s the government, obviously. I think they’ve taken supplies for themselves, to maintain them, instead of us. But regardless, it’s not like it really matters.
Soon enough, we would get good, or we would die. It’s really that simple, so no, that wasn’t my issue.
My issue regarded in my technology, in myself. My parents always stressed over public appearance, and I, being their only child, paid the price for it. I had a simple, not so uncommon thing called Heterochromia. One green eye, one blue one. You would think it wouldn’t be an issue. It shouldn’t be one. But it was.
My mother called it weird, she said it would make people think I was defective, so she always made me wear my hair to the side. She said people liked the color blue better, so she made me cover my green one, my left eye, with my brunette hair.
I was young when she made the rule, about 12, when I had to start attending galas. At first I got headaches, and was disoriented. But I didn’t dare disobey her. Mother wasn’t against disowning me if I ruined her status. Her status was her everything. And father simply couldn’t care less about myself presence.
Everything to them was status and money and fame. And to be sincerely honest, I couldn’t really care less if they starved. I just wanted out. I didn’t really have to many friends, other than Skye, and a limited few others than that. All I had was my technology, the stuff I built with the money I was granted. Mother and father didn’t care, didn’t even know what I used the money for. So I used it to build.
I loved building, I always had. And I always read up, I was knowledgeable, despite being caged in the house. But my issues currently weren’t with this either.
My issues regarded the strange bracelets sent to the people in our country. They were called gifts, jewels, a faux promise of a brighter future. So many were desperate, they saw the acts as good. Some rebelled and were killed. Some of us were suspicious. But if you were caught without the bracelets, you were deemed as a traitor, a hater of the country, and were killed.
So those who wanted to live wore them. And for months, we went without really regarding it.
But not everyone was so fortunate.
I still remember the first day of the new order, when INFINITE took over. Not one really stood a chance when the coup took place, and we never really had any reason to at that time. We though life was bad before, but we didn’t know pain then.
I mistakenly thought I had.
I still remember walking the streets that day, watching as the planes flew overhead, smoke in the air. We didn’t live in the Capitol, but we lived really close. And even if it was dangerous to be out and about, it was the only freedom I had.
I didn’t really expect to see anything, I wouldn’t see anything horrible for months. But I still remember seeing as small girl, maybe a few years younger than me, with a hood over her head, and hooded eyes that I couldn’t quite see the color of, and yet, she froze like a deer. I don’t really remember much, other than the blood dripping from her face. I was so shocked at the time that there wasn’t a lot more I could pick up on. Just a poor teenager with a gashed out eye and a blood hoodie.
Her skin looked deathly pale, and I could make out a jagged gash over her left eye.
“Yes, yes, I must look like a mess,” I was shocked at how teasing she sounded, my own eyes falling to the ground between us, bashful, as I looked off down the streets, “No one’s safe from war.”
I found a small frown on my face. I thought the war was for the best, saving people from the corrupt government. I had no idea what we were trading in for, “No one’s safe now. This is what’s for the best!” I meekly had defended, fixing the foolish child with a nasty glare.
“It would take an idiot to believe any good comes out of them.” She accused. She was such a tiny thing, and that was a lot, coming from me. I was on of the tiniest people I knew, and yet, she was shorter, a bit skinner, but stronger too. Mysterious in her little cloak, and all covered in blood. I wonder what happened to her.
Her sentiments seemed stupid to me. All my life, I watched on a television as helpless people were killed and prosecuted. I watched as the government stood by and let it happen. I never had to deal with politics, and maybe that was my downfall.
“Well then, call me an idiot, but I’d rather be an idiot rooting for a good cause than supporting murderers!” I expected my words to have some effect, for the girl to back down, hiss like a snake, whimper like a kicked puppy. But she laughed, long and hard, and despite the wince she had, she seemed to get a kick out of myself words. So sour sounding, so dark. And it confused me to no end.
“You think that anyone’s innocent?” She questioned, glaring then, stepping closer, and I backed up, a bit intimidated by the one-eyed child, “You’re a fool. You don’t know anything about who you’re supporting, but trust me when I say that they don’t have anyone’s interests in mind, they only think about themselves.”
It seemed to finally sink in that I knew nothing of the secretive girl. She seemed to be sardonic and blunt, even downright offensive, but I knew nothing of what happened to her. I had to be a fool, most would question how such wounds came to her, how she knew so much, but I was meekly defending a valid point she had.
I was smarter than that too, “And how would you know?” I questioned.
She smiled, I could see the quirks of her lip. But it held a grimace from her pain and fresh wound, “It”s too late for that, Esmeray, you should go home.”
A bang, and crash sounded near us. Looking back at one another, she nodded at me, and ran off. I had the mind to do the same, her words echoing in my head. For such a tiny thing, her secrets intrigued me. I was curious about who she was, I wanted to know more.
When I got back home, reaching the looming fancy black gates, with diamond shaped spikes, it occurred to me that somehow, without me ever saying it, the girl knew my name.
And I never saw her again.
It was uneventful now, really. I often pondered if that whole situation was just some curious dream. I knew nothing of the girl, just her pale skin and short stature, and her missing eye.
“Esmeray!” My mother called, and I quickly swiped everything off my desk. Despite her apathy towards me, I didn’t want her discovering my research. I didn’t want her turning me in. I quickly snapped my bracelet back together, well, mostly. The only thing I could ever get off once I put it on was some of the plating. They were strong, gorgeous silver bracelet’s with intricate carvings and odd colors with bright blue gemstones. But those were fake, I knew that much. Something was in the little jewels, I could see the tiny bubbles when I’d move it side to side, but it refused to ever pop off.
Plus, once they were put on, the bracelets wouldn’t come off. I knew some type of technology was used for them, but I didn’t know what, exactly, it was.
Regardless, by the time she opened my door, I placed my hands behind my back and stood facing her. She looked a lot like me, with her brunette hair, and her own blue eyes staring me down. Though she was always seen wearing a dress. She too, lost weight. Unlike me, however, she was a tall women, with no strength in her bones. She wore so much makeup, it was ugly.
“Insolent child!” She snapped, glaring down at me, with one of the maids standing timidly beside her. “You’re not at all ready for the gala!” I roll my eyes, not that she exactly pays attention to notice, “What would the Torres think?”
Oh, yes, I forgot. Despite betrothal being mostly an item of the past, my parents still arranged a marriage between me and a boy from another rich family, the Torres. I was supposed to meet the boy that night, but I just found a building annoyance at the reminder. My parents wanted money, both families wanted an alliance, and no one would give it for nothing. That’s one thing I did share with my parents. Mistrust.
So a dowry was settled, but as I stared at her face, I simply smirked in amusement, “We’re starving to death and you’re worried about a gala.”
Her face flashed with several emotions, guilt, for a tiny second, before annoyance, “We are not starving to death. You and I both know you could stand to lose a few pounds!” She snapped.
I deadpanned. I was extremely skinny for my age, my food intake limited, and ever since this whole thing happened, she and father took most of the food for themselves. If anyone could lose weight, it was her.
“I don’t think your galas going to go to well without snacks and beverages. I don’t anyone will come at all,” I commented, rubbing a piece of dust between my fingers, before flicking it at her. Her gaze was roaring with anger, as it always did, but she simply stuck her nose in the air.
“I’m sure the guests will understand our predicament,” she commented, before glaring back, “The gala is a celebration of our government, surely they will appreciate that.”
I’m sure she doesn’t believe it, by the look on her face, I don’t think she likes our government very much either. But now all celebrations had to be held in the name of the Grand Ruler, one who never revealed their name.
“Get ready,” she barked back at me, snapping me from my thoughts.
“Yes mother,” I replied, turning around, my maid remained with me, helping me get ready.
The gala was sure to be quite the event.
I love it when I’m right.
I mean, not to be rude or anything, but the gala sucks.
People are there, don’t get me wrong, but not a ton of people, and most of them are talking about how dumb the whole thing is. I don’t talk to any of them, I just had to make an appearance.
Our ballroom is pretty empty, especially compared the the galas from before. The streamers that hand elegantly from the windows shadow the curtains, but leave moonlight to filter into the room, the light giving a vague clue of how bad of a turnout the whole thing was. And of course, the Torres are there. They’re son is there, looking like quite the fool with a messier tie and sloppy hair. He looked rebellious, and I kind of envy him for it.
And he doesn’t look anymore thrilled than I am at the prospect of marrying a stranger. When he sees me, all he does is nod. So I return that nod with one of my own and carry on.
That’s when a flash of blonde hair that catches my eye, and immediately I grin. Marigold is there, staring at me, with her own light blue eyes gleaming with pride. She doesn’t look like me at all. I have red-tinted brunette hair, almost ginger, but only when the light seems to hit it. She’s also a bit taller than I, but not by much. She’s a rather curious case too. She’s careless, and never seems to worry.
I stared at her for a moment, before flashing my own smile. Once she’s close enough, I give off a large sigh, “This place is such a drab,” I complain.
She nods, she’s been an odd case. When I first met her, she was still a sassy, but outspoken girl. For a while now, she had been silent and foreboding. She had a secret in those eyes of hers, but she’d never tell me, and I wasn’t the type to pester. I took notice of her own bracelet though, and sigh in agitation.
“Something’s wrong,” That’s another thing about her. She never asks questions, because she’s always so sure of the answer. She may act stupid and clueless at times, but she picked up on social queues like a dog can sniff out prey.
“I guess,” I responded, glancing forlornly at my own bracelet. I hadn’t felt good about this gala. Mother set it up to celebrate my upcoming marriage, but also because of an important public announcement that INFINITE would star in.
My mother’s giant television was already on, featuring a stage, with a man in a black mask. The room feel into silence, and everyone was staring as the man’s voice began to boom.
“Hello, my citizens!” He greeted, his timbre low and threatening, showing his power through his voice alone. I couldn’t pick up on any of his features, but I did see Margo shift some from beside me. “It’s been brought to my attention that my people are starving, and I simply can’t have that!” There was this cryptic sound to his words, a humor, even, and I could tell he must have been grinning beneath that mask. It disgusted me, but there was nothing to do.
“So, I’ve decided to put into order a method to help.” He commented, raising a simply trigger, a button, that he rested his right hand around, his other resting on the podium, hidden eyes boring into that camera. “A method to control the population. A warning to what rebellion will cause. Ladies and gentleman, let me introduce to you your salvation!”
His hands raised into the air throughout his stupid little speech, most of it I blocked out, but the last few sentences had caught my attention. Without further ado, he pressed the button, and I was alarms to find the room bathed and red and green. I noticed the color reflecting on my face, and helped when I noticed that my own bracelet was lit in red glow. I had no idea what it meant. Margo’s was in green, and Atticus was as well, and both exchanged this odd look of confusion and I had no idea that they even knew each other.
The room was alight now with light murmurs of confusion, some people boring smiles, while others chattered about worriedly. “Now, you will notice your little gifts are red or green. If you’re green, congrats!” The man started, his own wrists bare. “If they’re red, well, just be happy knowing you’re life went to a good cause.”
I watched in confusion as he pressed another button on that stupid remote, and immediately I hissed in pain. Something in the bracelet stabbed into my wrist, and I heard the murmurs of other’s wailing in pain. More green than red, much more, but the red hurt.
Margo was by my side in a moment, looking concerned, “Esme, what’s wrong?” She questioned, and I was surprised that she actually asked one. I probably would be, anyways, if I wasn’t so confused and in pain at the moment.
“I-“ I went to start, before I raised my injured wrist, noticing that whatever liquid was in the fake gem was slowly draining away. It confused me, until I heard full on screams from other people. What follows was terrible, my blood felt like it was burning under my skin.
“Esmeray!” Margo screamed, and Atticus ran over then. I noticed as I curled up on the ground, taking no heed of my dress, that people were starting to panic, running like madman. My mother and father were bathed in green glow, but were running towards their quarters, screaming like wild animals.
“It’s poison,” I cried out, trying my best to rip off the bracelet, but it was too late, all of it was in my bloodstream and everything was hurting. I felt the tearing of skin around the bracelet as my nails dug in. I was writhing like a snake, crying out with pain. I no longer made intelligent words, just cries of pain.
It started fading to black after a few minutes and I vaguely picked up on the fact that I was being dragged.
I had no idea.
No, instead I just faded off into what I expected to be eternal slumber.
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