Tears That Burns!
1007 Words
Elara could feel his hand trembling as he struggled to reach her, his forehead beading with sweat. His face was pale, and she could feel panic rise in her throat.
"Caelum?" She whispered, her voice barely a breath. He didn't respond. Instead, all she could see was him wincing in pain, trying to extend his other hand toward her. Just as she started to move closer, the knights surrounded them like wolves closing in on prey.
One knight harshly kicked Caelum down, and another came from behind her, grabbing her arms tight.
"Don't you dare touch him!" she yelled, wrenching her body to break free, but they were too strong. Or maybe she was too weak.
A knight shoved her hard, and she hit the dirt face-first. The taste of blood filled her mouth as she struggled to push herself back up. He leaned closer as his eyes scanned her face and caught her violet eyes.
"Wow, you're even more beautiful than I thought," one of them sneered, pressing his boot against her back while another hand slid down to her waist and further.
"She's soft. This is what a woman feels like,"
Elara's heart raced, and she went still, fear washing over her.
"No... No! Please... don't!" she choked, tears starting to fill her eyes, blurring her vision.
"She's just an omega, definitely a weak and useless one," one knight laughed cruelly. "The only thing she has is her soft skin and the lump of flesh on her chest. Let's just have some fun with her, then throw her into the river and be done."
Caelum's eyes widened in horror, and he screamed. "Don't you dare touch her!" he roared, trying to rise but unable to break free. The more he tried to stand, the more pain he felt in his chest. Not only that, these knights were stepping on him.
A sword suddenly pierced his hand and pinned him to the ground, and his scream echoed through the trees.
Elara fought against the knights, twisting and grunting as they pushed her deeper into the mud. Her cheek scraped against a stone, pain shooting through her body. She wanted to scream for Caelum, to tell him that she was alright, but nothing felt right, and she could barely breathe. She wasn't alright. They were already ripping her dress and the other one was sliding his hand between her thighs.
"No... Don't, please," she cried. A single tear rolled down her cheek.
When it hit the ground, everything changed.
A blinding light burst from beneath her, flickering red and white, sending a rush of heat and cold through the air. The ground trembled under her as the knights started screaming... not in mockery, but in sheer agony.
Flesh tore apart, and steel began to melt. It was as if something primal and ancient erupted from the depths of her being, awakened for the first time. When the brilliance finally faded, the air hung heavy with the stench of ash and burnt hair.
Half of the knights had vanished. The remnants of their bodies lay scattered... a severed arm, a smoking torso, and swords, now blackened, were embedded in nearby trees. The clearing fell into an eerie silence.
Elara remained on her knees, gasping as her hair floated around her head, almost weightless. For a fleeting moment, her eyes glowed white before dulling back to normal. Weak and trembling, she turned her head slowly.
"Caelum..."
He groaned, but she was relieved to see he was still alive. The sword that had pinned him down was twisted and scorched as if it had melted on contact with his flesh.
Elara crawled closer and, with every ounce of strength she had left, pulled the blade free from his hand. He let out a choked sob as his fingers curled around hers, holding on tightly.
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Some distance away, Theron and Ronan had just finished dispatching the last of the knights surrounding them. Ronan spun toward the source of the explosion they'd just felt, the shockwave having startled birds from their perches in the trees.
"You felt that?" he asked, looking at Theron who was already sprinting toward the clearing.
They burst into the scene, finding it eerily quiet, littered with charred bodies and sizzling armour remnants. Elara knelt beside Caelum, her face pale and hands smeared with blood... though she wasn't hurting herself.
She wasn't the under of the blood. Caelum was.
Theron stepped forward, his sharp gaze scanning everything, and he took a deep breath.
"What the hell happened here?"
Ronan joined him, his own sword still dripping crimson. "Did Caelum do this?" They exchanged glances, their focus shifting to their younger brother, who looked barely conscious as he lay on her lap.
Caelum's lips parted, revealing blood on his teeth as he shook his head.
"Hell no... It's not me..."
Ronan's eyes narrowed, confused.
"Then what? Who did this?"
Theron's gaze landed on Elara. Her hair was a mess, her dress torn, and her fingers quivered while she pressed the cloth against Caelum's wound. She wasn't crying anymore, and her face looked distant like she was miles away from this moment. He can't be convinced that a weakling like her could cause such a beautiful mess. He didn't care if it was the truth or not, but he was damned satisfied with it.
Theron stepped closer.
"You," he muttered softly. "It was you. You created this mess, didn't you?"
Elara glanced up slowly, her expression sombre.
"I didn't... mean to," she replied, though even the uncertainty in her voice suggested she was questioning her own words. "I didn't know how it happened,"
"Does it matter? You were able to protect yourself and the youngest," he said, with no expression on his face.
Elara felt relieved that she was able to save someone for the first time in her life. She had been called useless and weak all her life, but finally. She made it!
While Theron praised her for what she did... The other one wasn't that pleased.
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