Silver Eyes Chronicles: The Journey Begins Trilogy: Book One: The Reunion

Chapter Forty-Two: The Final Conflict

Naria

She's standing with her back to me, looking out across the expanse of Orkdurun.

She still looks the same, except for her clothes. She wears a black lace up tunic, black pants, black leather boots and a black leather belt with a single sword which I'm sure is coated with poison. A long dagger is also sheathed along her right hip.
Her long hands are clasped behind her back. An onyx ring is on her index finger. Her ebony hair looks longer and shinier, flowing down her back like obsidian.

When the door opens, she turns and sees me, taking on an unsurprised look. Yet there's a hint of anger and longing in her amber eyes.

We're both silent as we stare at each other, severe enemies but also blood sisters.

I also realize that I may be dealing with the irrational Nayuna than the rational one.
But that does not matter. Not anymore.

Finally, I speak first, "I've lost enough this past year, just as you have, I am sure. Or what you have claimed. But your own needs and wants no longer matter and I care not."

Nayuna's silent. Finally, she answers in her soft snake like voice. "We all have needs and wants, Naria."

"Yes. But some of us lose more vital things the other. But I have a reason to keep what I have," I say. "You, on the other hand, have nothing in your twisted mind but unsaid revenge that has started from one incident. For attempted murder. Murder on my father. Lives have been lost, destroyed and spirits broken because of you," I finish.

I don't mention the deaths she's committed and is responsible for. From the people in Crystined, Peyene, Mother, Father, Kirena.

So many people dead, I think, a cold fury pulsating through me. Innocent people and many of them were good.

I think of Peyene with the huts and family owned shops surrounded by fields of wheat, rye and barely, now no more than blackened ash and dark wood.

All because Nayuna burned the village and its people alive in their own homes.

I think of Crystined, with its crystal wall, now and forever reduced to an empty shell of a ruined city. A city that once was a grand and majestic place for those who needed a home and sanctuary.

All because Nayuna brought an army of Koldreds in and they ripped the people there into shreds.

I think of Mother and Father ruthlessly pursued by the Koldred on the day of the Opening Harvest. I think of the day I found them, their bodies torn apart and their heads shoved onto branches. I think of the Koldred I saw in my dreams, sent to find me. But it found Mother and Father instead.

All because Nayuna wanted the Koldred to find me. But it found Mother and Father instead.

Most of all, I think of my sister. My Kirena. I think of her, when she was happy, laughing and smiling, her violet eyes dancing in delight. Her dark brown curls bouncing with joy. I think of her offering me advice and support when I needed it the most.

I think of Kirena, haunting me in my dreams, as a lost and tortured soul. I think of her, lying on the floor of Orkdurun's tower, paralyzed by the poison of Nayuna's sword. I think of her in the nameless city when she breathed her last.

All because Nayuna wanted me dead and she used my sister as bait to get to me.

I think of the word she said, that has been with me for all these months.

"Believe."

Nayuna's silent again. I can see her fuming. "You know that every leader has blood on their hands. I've done terrible things. I will not deny that."