Gifted to Darkness by Kaia Le'Sorra (e book reader pdf .txt) 📕

there was too much pounding. She could feel them, following closely behind her. The shadowy strands licked at her heels as she ran. She shut her eyes, not wanting to see, she had seen this end time and time again. Just as she felt her legs give away it stopped.

Her eyes flung open. Bright light stung her eyes. She blinked away tears as she looked around. Her bedroom. Her bed bounced beneath her as she got up. She sighed contentedly as she walked to the bathroom. “Just another stupid dream”, part of her was glad, yet some deeper part was upset. Disappointed that she wouldn’t be seeing that man again. Running her hands through her hair she pulled it back with a hair tie. Raising her eyes to the mirror she almost collapsed on the ground. Her jeans had deep black stains where she had wiped her hands in the dream. Her shirt was stained, as well as her hands. None of that caused her to fall to her knees. No it was her lip, her bottom lip, where she had rubbed the blood. The black liquid still clung to her there, a drop made its way down her chin to fall on her shirt. She couldn’t catch her breath, her whole body was shaking uncontrollably. She wrapped her arms around herself as she sat on the bathroom floor. Tears streamed down her cheeks, shuddering sobs escaped her lips. This wasn’t possible she thought, rocking back and forth she continued sobbing. Raising a shaking finger she ran it over her bottom lip, it came away wet, covered in blood. Shutting her eyes tightly she tangled her hands in her hair, pulling at the roots. “What the hell is wrong with me!” She screamed in frustration, no one heard. Pulling herself up she tried turning on the sink. It took her a couple attempts, she could hardly find the strength to keep from falling. Quickly she splashed cold water over her face, it dripped off her chin, staining the white sink. Black. She kept washing, tearing at her skin. When she was finished her hands and face were read from so much scrubbing. Lizibel looked up to the mirror again. It was gone, she sighed relieved. Running to her room she tore off the stained clothes, rolling it in a ball she shoved it to the bottom of her dirty laundry hamper. Changing into some shorts and a tank top she hopped back on her bed. She took measured breaths as she tried not to think about what had happened. A single tear slid down her cheek as she thought of him. He can’t really be there, she thought to herself. She buried her head in her pillow, “Oh my G-“, she caught herself, he had told her never to call on him. Just as she was drifting off to sleep she felt his breath against her neck, “Don’t leave me here”. She murmured a response softly before falling asleep again.








“Lady?” he bowed his head waiting for her reply. “Yes?” her chilling voice made him shiver, she never ceased to have that effect on him. “She has found him”, he flicked his eyes up to her, expecting her reaction. A smile stretched across her face, a smile. Something no one had seen in the last few millennium, even the old King hadn’t been graced with a smile such as that. “Where?” she commanded. “Only the girl knows my lady, it is for her to retrieve him”. Her gaze became cold, smile dissolving as she turned to him.
“Don’t preach me on what I know!” she hissed.
“My apologies, I meant no disrespect”, he was visibly shaking from fear now. Her cold laugh cut through his fear, “Don’t worry little Prince, my mood favors you”. She stared at him for a couple of minutes, “Very well, go then”, she turned away from him laughing. “Yes, Queen Mother. It shall be done as you ordered”. The Queen nodded, watching her little Prince bow and stride away from the throne room. “So much like the original”, she murmured to herself, “yet so unlike”. Bowing her head she slipped back into the shadows that were her realm.

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Publication Date: 06-11-2013

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