[Completed] Amira is a human who finds herself thrust into a world she doesn't know. Once she wakes up in the strange town of Woling, she has to fight to regain the memories of the evils she committed in order to keep her past from destroying everyt...
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I'm losing my mind.
The Council had decided to stay for a while, and while they had apparently deliberated that they wouldn't kill me, I wasn't so confident that they wouldn't change their stance at a later date.
There were a few conditions to my current immunity, however, the first being that I wasn't allowed to be alone with my sister. Fine, totally understandable. I had tried to kill her. It was more of a nuisance than anything, considering part of me was desperate to talk to her, to understand the why behind everything that had happened so far.
The second condition was that there must always be someone guarding me and that someone couldn't be Axle or Emma. So in the past four days, I had not had a moment alone with anyone that I wanted to be alone with, and it was driving me up the wall. Axle had been by the first day, and Emma and Doc had come by every single day, but it felt like we couldn't really talk with a large, intimidating fly on the wall.
So, here I am. Losing my mind for the umpteenth time.
Crion was on guard duty today while the rest of The Council was 'discussing my crimes'. I couldn't remember any crimes, just feelings, and snippets of my time with Eon. They were all around things that I wanted to forget, just thinking back on it all made my skin crawl. Especially the intimate moments, the thought of his lips touching me was like acid.
It felt wrong, unnatural in the strongest sense of the word. I wanted to forget but once it was here, back in my head and floating around freely, I couldn't and I got the gist that I probably shouldn't either. Not with this upcoming trial.. thing.
"Why aren't you down discussing my fate," Crion glared at me from the shadows of the room, whisps white hair that looked like it belonged on a corpse framing his face. The dude looked no older than thirty, but at the same time looked incredibly ancient.
"They feel that I am biased," I swung my legs back and forth while mulling over his words.
"Biased for or against?"
"You already know the answer to that question," I winced at the venom in his words. "Traitor."
"You've called me that before, why?" Crion laughed then, and it did absolutely nothing to ease my tension about being around him.
"I don't buy the weak little girl act for a second. Eon trained you too well," I glared at the lazy stripes made by the wooden walls and sunk into myself. I missed Eon more than I could even describe, and the fact that I did made me feel dirty.
At first, his absence wasn't too noticeable, probably because Axle was always somewhat near and I was endeared by his suffocating presence in the best kind of way. But Eon felt like he was drowning me now, even if he only existed to me in little shards of a past life.
