NovelEnglishChapter 431
---- That blackened hand of shadows crushed her windpipe, guided by my clenched fist.
1 did not stop when the begging began.
| did not stop until | watched her die.
Until her body hung limp.
Her arms fell slack.
Strangled.
BAM! | threw her to the ground like the filth she was.
For the first t| felt good.
1 felt satisfied with my victory.
But the feeling lasted too damn short.
Irushed back to the wellwhere the servants body remained.
And there 1 found the baby.
No, no, little one, wake upwake up! | scooped him into my arms, leaning over his small, cold body.
His chest was still.
His eyes shut.
His tiny facepale and disfigured, like mine.
Helplessness consumedagainjust like in that memory.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLike in all my memories.
Thad never been able to change a damn thing.
why? ---- Why do elementals have to suffer like this?! WHY, WHEN WE WERE THE TRUE NATIVES OF THIS LAND?!
Troared inside my mind.
Something wet slid down my cheek.
Trarely cried in my life.
But bitter tears streaked down my face as | walkednothing more than another spirit in this graveyard.
Tknelt in the clearing.
Before the tree where my lady had offeredanew life.
Itore the ragged remains of my shirt from beneath my cloak and wrapped the child in it.
Then, | began to dig.
With my bare hands.
My nails peeled away as | clawed through the earth, through the stones and dried-out soil.
Thunder rumbled overhead.
The wind howled, lashing against me.
Astorm raged in my soul.
I didnt understand it.
| had never understood the injustices of this savage world, where only the strong survived If | were like Sigridif |
were as powerful as her | could have saved him.
I could have saved them all.
Maybe even those twins.
Maybe...
they were the only children | would ever have in this life.
Maybe it was better that they died.
Maybe they werent even mine.
Maybe...
maybe...
---- let the chaos consme.
With bloodied hands, | lowered the baby into the hole | had dug.
Salted drops fell onto the filthy fabric.
Onto his cold, lifeless body.
And thenl covered him.
With more and more dirt.
Sigrid...
my love...
where are you? 1 felt like | was drowning.
| felt like, without her by my side 1 would becsomething horrible.
No...
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm| wanted to becsomething terrible.
To be feared.
To be respected as something that felt, too.
Even if the only thing left inwas the insatiable urge to kill.
| buried my face in my hands.
Smearing dirt across my skin.
Clawing at my deformed flesh.
My eyes burned.
| knew they were black againboth of them.
| did nothing to silence the screams in my head.
Where were they coming from? 1 lifted my gaze.
And | saw them.
This t| did not look away.
1 did not run.
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