Armoury: An Apocalaptia Prequel

Chapter 11: Mercy

Weeks have gone by and Athylia was currently lying by the grass on top of a hill surrounded by nature a butterfly danced it's way travailing mid air,landing on her index finger it's magnificent lilac wings fluttered the light casted a holographic glow on the butterfly which then transferred to Athylia she was trying to relax wrong,she was bored and was here out obligation. As Athlyia laid on the grass, surrounded by the tranquility of nature, a sense of boredom began to creep in. She had spent the past few weeks adhering to her father's demand to stay put, and the monotony of her daily routine was starting to wear her down.

The beautiful lavender butterfly that landed on her finger provided a moment of distraction, momentarily lifting her spirits. She watched as its wings fluttered gently, casting a holographic glow across her fingers.Though she must admit she did miss having a break a bit,nostalgia wormed through her mind like a fire being relit,her childhood memories resurfacing she didn't remember when was the last time she felt this relaxed she closed her eyes for a second then the images f her mother flashed back her eyes snapped open in shcok but the Esdras' ginger,rose locks contrasted with her magnificent indigo silver eyes which were now dead from the warmth of life,laid dead blood coating he another's skin dreadful ,beatiful Esdras' image engraved to her mind mockingly stated back at her .The sudden onslaught of memories jolted Athlyia, her mind's eye vividly recalling the image of her late mother, Esdras. The contrast between the warm ginger locks and indigo silver eyes was stark, a vivid reminder of the love and strength that had once been a source of comfort in her life. The haunting vision of Esdras' lifeless form, her skin stained with blood, sent a shiver down Athylia's spine.

Despite the terror and sorrow that flooded her senses, there was something about the image that she couldn't deny... a twisted beauty.Athylia's gaze focused back on her hand where the butterfly once was now fluttered away from her grasp,everything felt tranquile so far until now on the side note she felt like a sens eof being watched some time ago in those weeks she wondered who it wa sor if there were multiple people targeting her,but something in her gut wrenched knew it was him the same man who once perused her she purposely ledlft him unscathed,which might be her first mistake it was like an omen the days closed by the very breaht of day halting as if awaiting something.Athylia's gaze fixated on her empty hand, the butterfly now fluttering away in the distance. The tranquility that had previously enveloped her suddenly seemed to falter, replaced by a growing unease.

She couldn't shake the lingering feeling of being watched, a gnawing sensation deep within her gut telling her that her pursuer was still out there, waiting. The encounter they shared weeks before lingered in her thoughts, and a sense of uneasiness gripped her. She wondered if she had made a mistake by letting him escape unscathed...