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Balance (~C16~)

/ inspired by the ACOTAR series/

Summary: Valerina’s life is a prison. Ever since her mother’s death, her dad hardly ever lets her out of the castle. Not to mention how he keeps secrets from her; according to him, it’s too dangerous for Valerina to leave the stone walls. What happens when the danger comes inside?

Word Count: 4,6K (too many words? who cares..not me)

Pairings: Dark Lord x Light Princess

Warnings: Possessive, Angst, Fight, Concern, Protective, A/B/O, Mention of Smut, Swearing, Fluff

Note: Eidolon is a pretty interesting creature. Just try to imagine him as a talking shadow, under some giant, humanlike form. Jared Padalecki, is that u?

Miss Something? Catch up: Chapter Fifteen

Balance Masterlist

Song for the Chapter: https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=28&v=lMiryutApRk

“Bravery is half the victory.”

Before the Gate stood on the naked grass a faceless black shade, severing the physical body from the “soul”. I’ve read in the Res’s story book, an old book from the Sevelia’s Huge library, that he was the last one of the ‘shades’. He appeared as a “reflection” of what the person looked like in life. Human - no. Titan - yes.

I was wondering who had surprised me more - the Gate or it’s venerable guardian, Eidolon. He is the spectral embodiment of the lost identity, but without his body.

We all were watching from afar; at our both sides and behind us - Kory, Faolan and Lagun. Our faces were stern, even and Kory’s one. I could only maintain my outer façade of calmness, but inside, I felt great uncertainty. Some inner voice was telling me that this was just a pale idea of what was waiting us inside the country.

Dread pooled in my stomach, but I forced myself to remain calm and expressionless.

Devon was on alert behind me as he kept holding my body close to his. Perhaps, he saw my hand at the top of the saddle trembling at the horrific sight before us; so, he took it in his right, the left holding the reins. Despite myself, I let my eyes meet Devon’s and I shivered at the devastation that flickered for a moment before he put on his mask of indifference.

“My master Lord Qatar the Moonman bids thee welcome,” Eidolon’s shadows formed a face, and a growling voice came out from the shaped mouth. I grimaced in disgust as he continued to speak, “Though that,” his face pulling into an even wider, more grotesque smile, “you’ve attacked some of his men, no?”

I gulped, growing anxious.

Coolly, Devon pushed my hair aside before he put his chin on my right shoulder and met the guardian’s gaze. I didn’t know if he did that to soothe me or to show blatant disregard for the mythical creature.

“Quite the opposite - they have attacked me and my people on my land. We were just protecting ourselves and the territory.”

I tried to swallow down the new. Last night he had been in a battle. I feel so stupid for acting like a ungrateful and frightened … bitch.

Eidolon clucked his tongue in mock sympathy at Devon, “They deserved their death for negligence at the Lord’s word.” He scanned me with derision, “Aha! Old Friend! You brought a gift for me!”

I wanted to scream at that thing, but I sat before Devon in horrified silence. Carefully, I tucked the weeping part of me into the back of my mind. I was watching directly into Eidolon’s dark and deep holes.

Devon laughed, a cruel sound that made me shudder despite myself, “As if you could take her away from me,” he rejected immediately the idea of Eidolon having me, before nuzzling his face in my neck and kissing it tenderly.

In this particular moment, it didn’t even feel like there had been chaos and utter pain. It felt good, safe. In my tiny bubble with my … Devon.

“I can feel her energy,” He grinned, “Her aura is suffocating mine. You cannot hide it from me, you cannot,” The Gate’s guardian growled, “Do you have any idea what’s warming your bed, so-called kaisar Devon of Altimor?”

I felt the dread creeping up on me, the tears pricking at my eyes as I looked away from Eidolon.

Devon’s arms were in an iron grip around me, pressing me against the solid bands of muscle that continued to keep me in place. My hands shook with anger and fear, and I felt one of his hands free me to find a way beneath one of my breasts to tease it. I tried hard not to moan in front of them all, and ignored the fantasy my mind created of his hand beneath the clothes I wore.

“You can keep the arura, for awhile.”

Eidolon turned his sight away from my face, distracted by Devon’s movement. “Stop that!”

Don’t, a selfish and reckless little part of me whispered.

“Why? She’s mine. Not yours.” I was delighted when his hand squeezed my breast. His thumb of the other hand rubbed my stomach as a sign of sorry and regret. Every second soldier began whispering, and from what I could hear they were commenting my statute as 'his slave’. “Let us inside and I will stop torturing you.”

It took time before the Creature lowered it’s head in agreement and disappeared in the wind. Devon’s arms wrapped in possessiveness around me and his head left my shoulder.

I could still feel his hands and caress on my burning skin.

I gripped his hands, afraid that Eidolon could appear from somewhere.

Devon had felt my alarm, because he lowered down his head again and whispered in my ear, “He’s gone, my love.”

The Gate’s casters had already began chanting, and some of the non-casters had joined in, inspired by the energy moving between them. They rocked on their feet, moaning in tongues, occasionally raising their hands to the sky and invoking the names of the Creators. We all slowly strode toward the gathered cluster of cultists at the base of the Gate.

“I’m sorry,” Devon muttered as we moved further.

I caressed his hand with my thumb, and my mind went back to the moment when the roles were reversed, “It’s alright.”

“No, I mean it,” He continued, his lips like a feather to my ear, “I had to make him feel desire, so he can loosen his power over the Gate and let us inside. He’s one of Qatar’s Creatures and each of them has a weakness. This body-less creature weakness is the sexual desire for someone with body.”

I stilled. Unemotional. I didn’t even take a breath. Instead, I kept staring through the Gate, almost curious what was beyond it.

“Is he anything to do with the Shadow from your castle?” I questioned him, eyes far away, my words barely reached his ears.

“No,” He said with a voice of steel, “He is my property.”

The horses slowed as they approached the Gate.

“Can you tell me about Him?” I wondered.

Devon let out a breath, “Other time,” He fell silent for awhile, “I want you to stay with Lagun when we enter the castle.”

“What about you?” I asked worriedly.

“I will talk to Qatar.”

Slowly, I looked into his eyes, once lightened, when I faced him. Nose to nose, I breathed him in.

“Promise me something.”

Devon squeezed my hand in sign of agreement, his snow white and blue eyes reassuring, gently coaxing the nerves away. Looking at him brought me clarity, safety and comfort that I never wanted to leave.

“Everything, Valerina my love.” His small smile was reflecting his eyes. Kind, gentle and full of passion.

He had forgotten for awhile about the bruise on my wrist. Maybe Devon got nervous, too, before some heartbeats back there, talking to the legendary Guardian of the Gate.

Everyone stopped right before we could go through the Palar’s Gate.

“Be careful with Qatar. And if anything goes wrong - you know what to do,” I whispered, with hope that my words will linger on his gorgeous skin and mind.

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Never in my wildest dreams would I ever come to a place like this. The trees of Palar were different to those of Altimor or Sevelia. These trees were with long, slender limbs, stretching overhead as leaves of red, gold and green brushed against each other.

I directed my attention to Devon, who led us ahead alongside with Faolan. The Altimor’s kaisar looked more relaxed than I had ever seen him. Although still exuding his usual air of mystery, he, too, seemed to be enjoying the peaceful gardens, his grim face having softened slightly.

Soft gravel crunched under our heavy boots as we walked, the sound harsh against the peace of the usually tranquil valley.

Оur steeds were gone deep in the woods after we freed them, because of the Palar’s law; the horses were considered to be the most wise creatures, and the monocerus - their sacred animal.

Many of the birds that had made their homes in the elven sanctuary were startled from their perches, and circled above the treetops, complaining to each other about the noises we made. Yet the subject of their disapproval was lost deep within Devon’s own thoughts, unaware of the disturbance our presence had caused.

A slight frown creased the kaisar’s forehead, as if he heard something no one could caught. He unsheathed his sword in case, precautions had to be made when battle was happening. Everyone followed him except for me, when, out of the blue, the sound of something shattering reached our ears.

I had already looked at him with a questionable expression that clearly said 'explain’, when he turned around to me, “Vildens. They must have crept in, when we opened the Gate.”

“Let me help!” I almost stated to Devon, managing to mask my nervousness at the situation.

Devon looked unsure to me, but at last he handed me his dagger. The freshly polished blade attached to an antique gold-painted handle with a black onyx in the centre.

“Use this,” He took my hand, and I ignored the thrill of warmth at the touch of his skin. I tensed, not pulling away. “Use and your dagger.” The color had drained from my face, but I was nodding, and he released his hold on me, my heart thudding in my chest at the loss of contact. “Never duck out of the way of your opponent’s attack, keep all attacks below shoulder height and when you use a thrust, ensure your wrist is not locked.” Suddenly, I wasn’t sure if I’d tensed because of the memories that flood my mind or because of the upcoming danger, but I didn’t have time to analyse that right now. “Keep behind me, okay?”

“Okay,” I breathed out as I pulled my own dagger out of my boot and focused my vision on the two weapons.

What am I doing?! Am I capable of killing … again?!

We all looked forward to see raged Northern beasts with red, glowing eyes and pale skin, their whole bodies covered in dried symbols of blood, or of limestone.

How many things am I going to see today?!

“Lagun, take the west wing! Kory - the left!” Devon barked orders to his people, “Faolan, warn Qatar!”

No one argued and executed strictly his commands.

Altimor’s warriors were fast and skilled so they held a better advantage against the Vildens in fighting. Yet, the amount of North people coming was increasing and for every Vilden dead, another one came replacing. That’s when Devon and I went into the battle. He slashed furiously as he stabbed his way through. Watching his lethal dance, I realized how little I knew about the art of battle. I knew how to defeat myself with few moves, since I had once as a friend one of my father’s soldiers, who later died of an old age. He was wise and clever man, a great warrior and protector of his counry. Sevelia.

I lost Devon from view, when a big, rough hand caught my wrist, and I found myself surrounded by many of the North’s beasts at my sides.

I swallowed down the instinct to call for help. The last thing I wanted by now was to draw attention to myself by calling out other Vildens.

“The little whore doesn’t know how to use her little knives!” The Vilden saw the terror in my eyes and laughed, “I’ll fuck your soul out while you lay dead in your pool of blood!” He taunted, and lifted his axe above his head.

I saw in a split second opportunity, as I stabbed him in the gut, where his chain mail lifted. It was a good hit; he fell. Twenty more were behind him.

I knew now that I was lost.

I stepped back and ducked behind the shield that I had picked up fast from the ground, praying to someone who listened for help.

“Valerina!” An answer to my prayers.

Devon had cleared a path through the enemies to get to me. I couldn’t speak. I could only stare at him. I wanted to cry. He looked so beautiful and strong to me. When they saw the majestic kaisar of Altimor, they all took a step or two back and seemed to hesitate. I dared to peek from behind my shield and saw that they regarded him as a fell warrior.

“Thats Him!” One of them shouted.

What they meant by that, I had no idea. Certainly, he was somebody everyone knew about and were afraid of.

He was kaisar of Altiomor. Devon the Great. Whatever his story was, I’d love to hear it. Only for I’m not facing my death warrant.

“Don’t.Leave.My.Side!” Devon commanded in such a voice that I had to swallow my tears and obey at once.

With him beside me, I felt safer. We might survive, if we helped and watched over each other.

Now Devon was shouting directions at me over his shoulder. I felt a bit stronger with his guidance than a while ago, but it seemed we had been fighting forever and I wondered how long I could keep this up. I felt myself growing tired. My movements were less forceful, my reactions - slower. I gritted my teeth and willed my drenched in blood and ichor body to find the energy I had left. Teeth gritted in pain, I reminded to myself my goal - stay alive for your people. Stay alive for them. What the Vildens could do to my nation … This thought filled me with rage, and with a guttural roar, I wheeled around with my daggers and stared into all the malice of my enemies’ eyes. I fought as hard as I could. In the corner of my eyes I noticed Devon jumping up and dodging another attack as he stabbed through two Vildens and killed them. When I stabbed the one in the heart that came to me, I looked around to see many Altimor and North’s warriors down … dead.

Death was something I didn’t like to see, and the killing - even more brutal thing. I was in shock, but if I gave up, I would betray myself and Devon.

It was as if a miracle had happened, five Vildens went down. And then five more, five more and five more. The Altimor warriors looked around shocked to see arrows sticking out from the Vildens, despite the fact that they weren’t armed with bows and arrows. That’s when the Palar’s soldiers came out from the trees.

On average, those people were nothing like us, the humanoid race - they were taller and stronger than the people from North, East and South, with prominently pointed ears and almond-shaped eyes. Their skin and their hair was white such as an Elf posses. From what I had learnt from Devon and Lagun during the ride yesterday, I understood they were intelligent and magically-inclined race. The Parls were and the only nation that were close to the Elves’ appearance.

The warriors were clad with colors of green and wood-brown, wielding weapons with an incredible speed. In no time, the Vildens had been wiped out and their bodies lay on the forest’s ground. Parls scrambled around, looking at us.

I sighed and took a step back, standing next to Devon. I had a small cut in my hand and had a few drops of blood, but otherwise, I was unharmed. Quickly, I turned my attention at Devonto check on his boody for any wounds, before there was a booming shout.

It was Lagun’s.

A warning,

“Devon, the Vilden behind!”

I turned my head just in time to see one remaining beast alive, with an arrow in hand, his only one aimed at my head, but before I could react, my protector stood before me and slammed his hands together, catching the arrow.

He then thew it with all the force he had at the Vilden and the arrow stuck perfectly between his two googly eyes.

Devon didn’t turn to face me, probably trying to put himself together.

Long moments ticked by as we all stood there, surrounded by the dead soldiers, blood staining the ground all around. And I felt it on my whole body. Hot and sticky, dribbling down my chin, the taste rolling in my mouth. My stomach jumped into my throat, and I promptly turned and vomited over the ground, bracing my body weight with hands as I wretched and heaved up everything I’d eaten.

I jumped in fright as felt Devon holding my hair, raising wild eyes to meet his own, seeing blood on his face, and a cut down one cheek. I barely kept myself from vomiting again the little that left in my stomach.

“I’m here. It’s okay,” He whispered and I was grateful no one paid us any mind. They were busy dealing with the corpses.

I propelled myself into his arms, flinging my arms around his neck as I sobbed freely, and Devon shushed me. He caressed gently my dirty and massy hair, and didn’t rush me to move, as well and didn’t seem concerned about any other possible attackers.

Later, I’d wonder what came over me, but in that moment, I was just grateful to see him healthy and alive.

“They had been in Altimor,” Devon murmured to himself then I felt him move his sight up, “Lagun, send Kory back to my lands. I need someone to watch over them if there is to be another attack. Double the guard at the borders with North. Tell him to secure the castle, too. I want everyobody safe. No word for the danger, got it?” He ordered softly, careful not to disturb me.

Too late. My blood ran cold just at the mention of the Warener’s name.

“Got it,” I heard her walking away.

“I feel like a disaster,” I admitted, my body sagging in defeat, “I’m disgusted with myself.” Anger made my blood boil, and I threw the daggers away, a sound of their clacking, when they fell down.

Devon shook his head as cupped my bloody cheeks, “From what I’ve seen, you’re anything but that,” He stood up, me following after him, “Can you stay on your feet? Are you hurt?” He questioned me as looked my body up to down. I shook slowly my head to both sides in ‘no’. “Come on,” He then tugged on my hand, and I followed obediently without a question.

“Kaisar Devon.” I looked up, staring at one gorgeous tall Parl man with sleek blond hair glinted perfectly, full pink lips, pointed ears and muscular body, bearing the heaviness of his armor. I was slightly startled at how different and beautiful the Parls were.

“Welcome to Palar. We are really sorry about the unforeseen situation. Kaisar Qatar will compensate for the losses.” The soldier pulled my attention off from his Elven beauty.

I broke away my gaze to stare at Devon. It was the moment that I could see some of the dark wildness that came in the battle, and that in his mind there was another threat standing in front of us. Devon’s lips curled into a snarl, hands clenching into fists as he readied himself to fight him.

“Devon,” His name slipped from my mouth as I tried to figure out his rage.

At the sound of my voice, Devon stiffened, and I wasn’t sure if he was about to lunge for his throat. I held my breath, watching anxiously as the two males eyed each other. Just now I realized how large Devon was. Larger than this Parl. And any other male on Res.

“Lead us to the castle,” His voice was velvety and carried all the authority of his being, though his speech was only a few tones above a whisper. The darkness kept haunting his eyes, as well and the tension he carried on his shoulders.

What was wrong with him?

The soldier bowed in respect, nothing in his eyes to tell me if he was frightened from him, or even little disturbed, “As you say, sir.”

Devon waited until he was gone. I closed my eyes as I imaged him filling in the space between us, stopping when there was a hairs width between us. I could feel the heat radiating from his body and the instinct to bare my neck to him hit me quick and hard.

“You’re … ” My breath quickened as he reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering on my cheek a moment longer than necessary. “… amazing,” He purred in a deep and gravelly voice.

I looked up at him, neck craning in order to look him in the eyes, “Please,”

What am I doing? Why did I say that? Why am I begging?!

Devon gazed down at me intently, his glass eyes darkening as a gust of wind disrupted the air. He inhaled deeply, my scent hitting him. He took a step closer and trapped me against a tree; he leant down until his nose brushed against the crook of my neck to drag in another deep breath. I shivered as his lips brushed against my skin delicately, heat pooling between the thighs. Without thinking, I tilted my head to the side, baring throat to him in submission, wanting nothing more than to feel his teeth sinking in my skin to claim me.

“Valerina?” A deep voice called out. “Valerina!”

I startled at his voice as sweat ran down my rosy-pale skin. My body was tingling with awareness, sensitive to the touch. That had felt so real. As if he were really touching me. Kissing my skin. Sending those foreign feelings all throughout my body.

Shaking my head at the thought of the affection, I wiped away the sweat. I perked up and eyed him with caution. I gasped at the heat that transpired between us before taking a large step back.

He merely raised a brow at me, before speaking, “We need to get going. Will you feel okay walking on your own, or I must carry you?” For a moment I stood frozen, watching Devon, as if he was that predator moments ago. “Hey?”

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and turned on my heel. Without saying anything, I started running somewhat aimlessly through the plants, Devon at my heels; chasing me, calling my name to come back. My breath caught as I struggled for air. My legs began to ache. I turned to right, ran then to the left, moved forward and shrieked at the end as my foot slid under a hidden tree root. I hit the ground beneath myself hard. A sharp pain travel down my inner thigh and I winced at the sudden pain in my cheek. I groaned as slowly moved my foot back and stood. Biting my lower lip, I looked down at myself. The pants were ripped at the thigh and a bloody gash hid beneath the tear. I groaned again quietly, raising my hand to caress my aching cheek.

I flinched, pulling my hand back and gasping at the small streak of blood on it. Before I could react, I was lifted off the ground and into the arms of the man I had run from. I didn’t protest, surprisingly. Instead I was much too occupied with the fact that I had hurt myself so bad from a mere fall. He moved through a path and towards a small lake.

He sat down, sitting me on his lap. He cupped my chin in his hand and leaned towards me. My heart smacked the back of my rib cage. I snapped my eyes shut and stiffened.

Until I felt something warm and wet touch my wounded cheek. My eyes shot open and I pulled back, placing my left hand on his chest.

“What are you doing?” I snapped at him. The other hand flying to my cheek.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. His free hand gripping my chin, pushing it forward. Devon moved forward and licked the small cut. I flinched, but his grip was iron clad. In the blink of an eye, he flipped me onto my back and pulled down the pants from my legs. My mouth dropped open and just as I was about to protest and scream, he leaned between my legs and ran his tongue up my thigh. A shiver shot down my spine and I tried to push him off, but it did nothing.

I winced as his tongue ran over the cut on my lower body.

My breathing turned shallow at the act, but I refused to admit my desire for him. Devon was an animal. He had basically taken so many lives right in front my eyes. And now he was licking me.

He flipped my back upright and I frowned at him, “Why did you do that?” I asked somewhat breathlessly.

He licked his lips and tilted his head at me. My frown deepened. He was more like a puppy than the savage man he was.

“It was my way of showing that I am sorry for the pain you felt, ” He suddenly smirked, “Also, if you had enjoyed it, I would lick you more often.”

Heat rushed into my cheeks, and I huffed, “Stop! Just … stop!” I said, out of my mind, while putting on my pants again. I couldn’t bare him looking at me that way.

“What is it that you want me to stop?”

“The sex talking. Just because you care for me and my people, doesn’t mean I’ll fall madly in love with you and give up the goods. This is not a romance novel. This is real life. There’s a war starting soon,” He leaned toward me and brushed his lips softly against my own. I moved back and wrapped a hand over mouth. Surprise stole over my features.

My first kiss. He took it from me!

“You talk too much.”

My eyes widened and I stared at him for a moment.

“Are you serious? We just got attacked, lost people, almost didn’t die, and after that you catch me, lick my body and kiss me! That’s in-sane!”

The lust in his eyes was insane! The desire I felt for this man was, too!

“Something clicked in me on the field. I cannot explain my actions. And about the licking - it will help you stop the bleeding.”

Was he really a dog?! Did he really think his saliva has healing properties?!

“You’re not okay! This land is making people go mad!”

“It’s not the land,” He smiled for a moment before frowning, “I don’t want you to be upset, Valerina.”

I glowered up at him, but couldn’t resist the fluttering in the pit of my stomach at the way he said my name.

Suddenly, he stood and reached down for me. Devon cradled my aching body in his arms in a bridle style. I grabbed at his biceps and placed a hand at his large chest, “Wait, what are you doing?”

“We have a long journey ahead of us.”

I scowled, “I don’t know why I ran away,” Admitted through tight lips.

I found this as an appropriate moment.

He settled me more comfortably in his arms and leaned down, nuzzling my cheek with his nose.

“I’m sorry for that you had to see me like a wild animal.”

I turned my face, avoiding his intense stare.

☾ There are swords crossing

long, thoughtful,

shearing my mind.

Old dreams,

longing for love

my voice swings,

like a string,

like harp …

I fall asleep. Omega.

I wake up.

Alpha.🌠

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Fire

I know this isn’t acotar or tog related but I wrote this and I hope you all enjoy it! 6/1/18

The world is on fire. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Running from dreams turned nightmares.

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Nadia Perdita watches her target from the roof of an apartment complex in Ishtal. Although she cannot see the targets face, Nadia knows it’s him. The description from her client proves it could be no other than the target. Drawing a frown, her client never gave any details of how he wanted the target offed or who he was just the description of what the target would be wearing the night of solstice and where he would be. No matter, most clients were not too specific when it came to the dirty work and most hid their identities in fear of being found they paid for a hit on someone. The streets below are bustling with activity due to the celebration of Ishtal’s independence from the adjoining land of Pyruva. The lands had been in conflict and rebellion for centuries and Ishtal finally gained its independence the pevious year on the night of the summer solstice. Reflecting on that information Nadia wished she wore something other than her red dress that is only covered by a cloak, but then again no one would be looking for a murderer dressed for the celebration. The heat felt like it set the world on fire. One could see the heat rolling in the air making it appear hotter than it really was. Nadia pulls herself from her thoughts and focuses back on her target as she notices it’s nearing midnight. Pulling her long black hair back into an elastic she pulls on gloves as she reaches for her crossbow. It’s already loaded with an arrow with an extra just in case she misses. Nadia smirks at the extra knowing she’d never need it because she never misses.

Nadia gazes at her target with a bloodlust in her dark golden eyes. She lays down on the cement pulling her crossbow to her shoulder and looking through the sights. Focusing on the target she notices something she did not notice before. He is armed. Not obviously but to Nadia’s trained eyes she sees the bulge of daggers lining the inside of his cloak. Not letting herself dwell on the moment any farther she closes her eyes and breathes in, feeling the air rush into her lungs. Completely focused she snaps her eyes open and looks through the sight. Letting the air rush out she slowly squeezes the trigger as if she had all the time in the world. The arrow soars through the air and hits her target exactly where she aimed. His heart. She grins knowing she has yet never missed. Nadia’s grin fades as she hears a commotion below her location. Puzzled, she knows she was not and cannot be seen she packs up her crossbow and goes to head down the stairs when she hears guards running up the stairs. Knowing her cover has been blown and seeing there is no way to escape without dying in some horribly gruesome way, she rips off her cloak, grabs her daggers from her thigh sheaths, and readys herself to fight the gurads. Standing there feeling her apprehension lessening and the years of training slowing and steadying her mind, a psychotic grin forms on her face. The moment the door slams open her grin drops from her face. The captain of the guard is staring right back into her own eyes. Her target, the man whose chest she just shot an arrow into, is staring back at her with a murderous grin not too far from the one she wore just moments before. More guards surround her but she is focused on only how this happened. Nadia saw the arrow pierce his chest. He should not be alive, could not, and yet he is. She breaks her gaze from his a growl rumbling her throat realizing she’d been set up. Nadia is completely surrounded now by guards. Noticing how there are too many to handle on her own, Nadia decides she’ll take as many to hell with her as she can. That psychotic grin adorns her face once more causing confusion and anger on her target’s, the captain, face. A moment later, she throws a dagger at the man to her left chasing after to pull it out of his neck as he collapses to the floor to fight another guard to her left. The captain tries barking orders at his men to keep her seize her unharmed but it is useless. There was no stopping the chaos or killing machine she was. To parry a guards sword spearing her chest she uses the man who punched her in the head just before as a shield with a kick to the chest.

Nadia had killed her forth guard when she realized more and more poured onto the roof with each passing second. Realizing there was no way to make it out of this alive, she runs to the edge of the roof hopefully make the jump into the river, but the moment before she takes off into the air hand grabs her hair yanking her back onto the roof. Nadia twists around to fight this man who has a firm hold on her hair and is faced with the captain of the guard. The split second of surprise cost her a punch to her jaw, jarring her back to reality. She grabs her second dagger out of her thigh sheath and going to stab him between his ribs, but before she can make contact he throws her into a wall disorienting her. Grabbing her raven dark hair in his fist he smugly says “He said you were good. Apparently, you’re not good enough.” Her jaw is pounding so hard her vision is pulsing, so when Nadia opens her mouth to speak it’s no surprise she tastes blood. Nadia’s voice is strong and loud when she counters, “Good enough to kill most of your men.” Knowing that was a stupid thing to say she grins with blood coating her teeth as her vision still pulses as his expression turns to stone and with a swift kick to the head she’s unconscious. The captain of the guard, her target, confirmed she’d been betrayed, but by who? Even though she was being lead to her death, Nadia swore she would never rest until that bastard’s head was on a stake. She’d set the world on fire to do it.

*I’d love any feed back anyone has and if anyone wants more chapters just let me know I’d love to continue this story!!

#creative writing #tog #acotar #assassin #fire #world on fire

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