Episode 4
361 Words
As his icy fingers strained to grip mine, all I could focus on was the most translucent of skin straining over knuckles that somehow were even whiter than the snow around us. The contrast between the color of his fiery red blood and the paleness of his skin was almost sickening. I didn’t think it was possible for someone to have lost so much blood and be so cold to still remain alive.
As movement in my periphery caught my attention, my eyes flashed to his other raised hand that was gripping a wickedly sharp knife pointed directly at me. My heart had never beat so quickly in my life. I felt like I might pass out before he even had a chance to attack me like he was preparing to do.
“Please,” My gaze immediately shot to twin garnets as the boy drew my attention to his face with his straining, pleading words. “Please end it.” He turned the blade in his hand and replaced the pendant in my tight grip with it. But all I could focus on were those deep, alien red eyes. They were such a dark shade of red that they almost looked black at the edges. It was as if his blood had tinged the irises at his birth. I could feel the magnetic pull of them gently beckoning me into their depths to a place where no one would ever find me, drowning in a ruby sea.
Recognition dawned on me- I knew who this boy was. Or at least who his family was. My people told stories of this royal house who reigned over our enemy with eyes like the devil himself. Rumors- probably originating from our warriors- spread around the town about how a man could be running full speed towards the enemy, meet the glance of one of the ferocious sons of the royal house, come to a full stop, and slice his throat with his own blade as if entranced. I had always laughed off such stories as exaggeration.
But then again, I had never seen the eyes of our enemy until this day.
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