All The Secrets

Last Words: Pigeon

I tried to ask her another question, but I couldn't. My mouth would not open, and no matter how I tried, I could not yell for my brother or my father. Once the woman began to speak again, I stopped trying. I had to remember her words. My chest burned, and I felt in my soul that I was right.

I couldn't say them back to myself, so I repeated them again and again in my mind, praying that I would be able to remember them.

"In hac nocte in July, Libet stringatur rationale humanum pueri, Columbam, et verba mea. Libet sicut custos fecit sibi secretum hoc. c*m sanguis ipse et sui, ad mortem, et a se me non erit istud portare quis debeat."

Something glinted in the corner of my vision. A knife! She's gonna kill me!

Bringing the knife down, she drug it across my stomach, making a deep cut. As the blood fell, she caught it in a cup before moving on to my left and right hands, and the bottoms of both my feet. Between each cut, she would lay the knife on my fluffy rug, the white now stained with red, and hover her hands over the bloody cuts, whispering "Cut sana est. Leave minimam." and I would watch as my skin reformed, leaving long thin scars on each of the five points.

I tried to scream. The cuts hurt, but I was still bound by her strange language.

Once each cut had been made and healed, she made a large cut across her collarbones, collecting the blood. Closing my eyes, I refused to watch her. Instead I repeated everything she said, over and over again until I was certain I would remember the words. No matter what.

She began speaking again, and I listened hard, repeating every sentence as she said it.

"Per istud secare novacula Garnetum et sanguinem nostrum silentium. Argentum sanguis draconis folium sapientis acaciae in tempore aderit lapis tenete. Huic sacramento sanguinem mortis tenemur."

I opened my eyes as she wrapped a cold chain around my neck. I could feel the necklace laying on my chest, and the charm was very heavy.

"It is done. Now, with that charm binding us together, I can tell you what you are so desperate to know, something you will not understand for many years. I can tell you this secret, and you will never be able to speak again. It is the way to ensure that you keep my secret safe. There is but one last step." Her hand moved, and Ii flinched, certain that it would be to cut my skin again.

Instead, her last words ruined my life.

Her last words dictate my life still.

"Et hoc monile ut non sit remotum est. Sic et in morte facere consequuntur."