Amelia was tending to Ethrinria when someone grabbed her forearm pulling her backwards, Amelia screamed and tried to fight back only for 3 grown men to hold her arms. “Let me go… father wouldn’t approve of this,” she growled.
One of the men chuckled, “Oh sweetheart your father asked us to do this.”
Amelia cried watching as Ethrinria was forced down with iron ropes, a screeching roar left Ethrinria’s mouth. Amelia watched as the sight if Ethrinria kept getting smaller and smaller until she was dragged through the town with people spitting on her and shouting.
She wasn’t a traitor, how could she be? She was just different than the rest. “Where are you taking me?” She asked, fear set into her body as she watched her friends turn their backs on her.
The four men who were pulling her through her to the ground as they got to a stand that was standing out front of the church with a priest standing there with a book, two pastors standing beside him. Amelia tried to fight when she stood up, only for one of the men to grab her hair making her scream out and clenched her teeth together.
“Don’t make this any harder, then it has to be,” he whispered in her ear.
She struggled as two of them brought her closer to the priest and pastors; chaining her hands to the cuffs that connected to the floor. One of the men lifted her chin witnessing the tears building in Amelia’s eyes.
“We are going to enjoy this,” he smirked and stepped back allowing Richard, Teresa and Toby to step forward.
Amelia looked at her family who weren’t paying attention to her, Richard nodded towards the priest making her look up to see him growing nails. “No… no!” Amelia cried.
“Amelia Rebecca Jayne you have been charged with treason against your family and your people. Not only have you ignored our rules you’ve also befriended a dragon. After this, you will be nothing but a shell condemned to the life of slavery,” The priest spoke.
“Please mother don’t let them do this,” Amelia pleaded her mother who looked away from her facing another direction.
“Ég kalla til þín, ég kalla saman púkana í undirheimunum til að taka á móti þessum stelpum anda, hamingju og sál það sem eftir er ævinnar. Ég kalla til þín. Ég kalla til þín,” the priest spoke as he walked up behind Amelia.
Amelia looked around as everyone stared at her with hatred in her eyes. This had to be the end for her, she was going to lose herself in front of everyone here. Tears were streaming down her face as she took her last glance at the sunset, the priest placed his hand onto her back; Amelia whimpered as she felt the priest land his hand on the small of her back.
The priest slowly wrote djöfull into the small of her back, Amelia screamed out as pain seared through her body. She was unable to move and when she tried to move the pain would increase; Amelia tilted her head screaming out. It felt like her insides were being ripped out of her skin.
The mages watched on as Amelia was being tortured in the harshest way possible, some were disgusted due to the fact this had killed Adriana. Amelia gasped for air as it was being sucked out of her lungs, she could feel herself growing weaker by the second. Her eyes began to droop and her body sunk to the floor, she heard the sound of Ethrinria’s screeches making her look up to see her flying in the air and charging towards the priest.
Amelia screamed as she sat up, her breathing was laboured and her body felt numb, did she just have a flashback? Her body was filled with so much emotion she didn’t know if she should cry or punch something. Amelia flinched as the bedroom lamp turned on; she looked over to see Hunter was sitting up and rubbing his left eye.
“Are you alright? Amelia?” Hunter asked, he felt the blankets move earlier that night and peered over to see Amelia sleeping next to him.
He never minded her warmth, there were a few times they’ve slept in the same bed and now he doesn’t care. Amelia didn’t respond as she began to cry, her hands covered her face as she wept, Hunter didn’t say anything, he just gently wrapped his arm around her right shoulder and pulled her closer kissing the top of her hair.
He didn’t realise her coming back here would make her either have a flashback or nightmare, considering what she confessed this morning; Hunter thought it would be a flashback.
“Just slow and deep breaths, follow my breathing,” he instructed.
Amelia nodded and proceeded to try and smooth herself down, that was one memory she didn’t want to relive. Hunter laid back on the bed with Amelia following, gently placing her head on his chest. Hunter grasped her hip tightly before he gently kissed the top of her head once again. The sound of his heartbeat helped Amelia relax. Her eyes closed at the rhythm of his beating heart.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Hunter asked as he gently playing with her hair with his free hand, he didn’t want to push the issue but he also needed to know so he could help.
Amelia took a deep breath before exhaling once more, “Just a flashback to the day my father wanted to take my life again. He wanted me to be a shell,” her voice was barely a whisper but Hunter heard it all.
Hunter still didn’t understand why her father would even consider trying to do something like that. It was known in the world for that to happen but that was always too bad people, those who’ve murdered and killed. Not to a person who wanted to be different, his hatred for her family grew stronger every minute and all Hunter wanted to do was just walk away and let them fight this themselves.
“My parents aren’t like elf parents, they are very strict on what we have to follow and what we can’t do and since I always disboybed my father. He had enough and thought he could turn me into a living shell but Ethrinria saved me again,” Amelia told, she needed everyone to know that her parents weren’t like everybody else.
Hunter yawned as he reached over and turned off the lamp and the two of them were met with darkness, Amelia slowly began to close her eyes yawning as she did.
“Goodnight Amelia,” Hunter whispered before his eyes closed once again, the both of them falling inside a deep sleep.
The next morning Amelia was up at the crack of dawn, she decided to make everyone breakfast which was just bacon, eggs, fruit and pancakes. She cracked the egg on the surface of the bench so the shells wouldn’t go into the egg before placing them in the pan.
Amelia collected the plates from the cabinet above her setting them out on the dining table while she grabbed a hold of a large tray where she could place the food onto. The long silver tray was soon filled with bacon, eggs, fruit and pancakes. She walked over towards the dining table and placed the tray in the middle only to look up and see Hanna and Hunter walking in.
“Smells great Amelia,” Hanna commented as she took her seat at the table.
“Thank you, please help yourselves. I will finish setting up,” replied Amelia as she turned back around grabbing the bottle of orange juice from the fridge placing it on the table with four glasses.
“So Abigail stayed over? Why?” Hanna asked as she placed the bacon and eggs onto her plate.
Amelia didn’t want to disclose so much as it wasn’t her place, “She just didn’t want to go home. Before you ask why it’s not my place to stay.”
Hanna didn’t reply but looked up at Amelia questionably, it really should have been Hunter’s decision on who can stay in the house.
“If you allow Abigail? Why aren’t you allowing others? You seem to trust Abigail” Hanna spoke as she finished her pancake. Hanna didn’t like the way Amelia was getting too close to Abigail, she doesn’t know them yet.
Amelia stared at Hanna for a few moments trying to think of what to say but no words she could think of would justify what she wanted to say, Amelia sighed softly before shaking her head, Hunter gave Amelia a small smile, “Amelia has her reasons Hanna, respect it please,” Hunter said.
Hanna was about to reply when Abigail walked in, her hair was a mess and her clothes were a bit lopsided on her body.
“Please feel free to eat as much as you want,” Amelia spoke before she sat down and served herself something to eat. It wasn’t much as she didn’t feel like eating after her flashback last night, her body was still numb from it all. Amelia slowly munched on her fruit and bacon taking small bites.
The tension between the table was thick as they ate in silence, Amelia slowly stood up when she finished placing her dish on the side, “I’m going to tend to the dragons, meet me at the east side of Gandor in 30 minutes.”
She didn’t say anything else before heading outside seeing Ethrinria open her eyes, Amelia didn’t say anything she just cuddled into Ethrinria’s neck; gently stroking her scaled face. In the dining room Hanna was looking at Hunter for answers.
“Why is Amelia acting off? I know she said that her father tried to kill her but surely that can’t be the only reason right?” She asked.
Hunter cleaned his mouth with a serviette, “It’s not my place to say Hanna. But you for one know that Amelia doesn’t trust anyone unless she can tell they have good intentions.”
Abigail listened to the two of them talk before butting in, “Hanna… what happened to Amelia was an awful thing and no one would want to relive or live what she went through. She stared at those she thought cared while they spat on her and cheering them on for trying to kill her, if it wasn’t for her dragon Ethrinria, Amelia wouldn’t be who she is, in fact she would be a living shell with no emotions left.”
“How do you know this?” Hanna asked.
“I was 10 when I witnessed Amelia getting tortured to death, the ritual they used was called djöfull, it was believed that those with good hearts worked for djöfull or where them. Amelia inspired so many of us, even though we wanted to help, we could not as we all would have been killed,” Abigail explained as she licked the bacon from her teeth.
Hunter grabbed his plate and stood up from the chair placing it on the sink before he went to check on Amelia, he witnessed all the dragons laying beside her while she rubbed their scales gently. He walked towards her, keeping his distance and admiring her from afar, she has been through so much, yet she doesn’t let that break her. It makes her stronger.
“Amelia are you alright?” Hunter thought he would make himself known.
Amelia looked up to the sound and smiled gently seeing as it was Hunter, “Yeah I’m fine, just want to get this over and done with so I can leave.”
Hunter was about to reply when he saw Teresa walking over to them, she had something in her hands like a letter, “What do you have there Teresa?” Hunter asked.
Teresa handed Hunter the note, “It’s our last warning. They’ve said to be on the east shoreline of Gandor, they are getting ready to attack tonight.”
“I don’t get why you aren’t fighting back? It’s all Richard and Toby care about. Letting people know not to mess with them, what’s changed?” Amelia asked.
“We’ve seen what they can do, they burnt down villagers” Teresa pleaded.
“So have you? You’ve killed thousands of innocent people and dragons and for what?” Amelia was angry, how could Teresa just change now? Surely there was something else going on.
This didn’t feel right to Amelia, something was telling her that the worst is yet to come. Teresa stared up at Amelia once again, “Please Amelia, come see your father. He will tell you what he has seen, he promised not to harm you, your friends or your dragons.”
Amelia let out a huff as she glared at Teresa, “Richard isn’t my father, he gave away that title he tried to kill me twice for that matter. I still carry that mark” she stood up and took off her shirt showing her mother the word djöfull that was still thick into her skin. “This is the love he, you and Toby gave me the day you watched them try and kill me.”
Hunter couldn’t believe his eyes, he felt his eyes water as he had seen that mark on her back, he felt sick to his stomach, Amelia slowly put her shirt back on turning back around to face Teresa once again, she felt Hunter’s hand grasp gently with hers as he stood beside her.
“Teresa… Amelia will help you but no requests of seeing her will be made, she is still traumatized from that day. You are lucky she hasn’t left yet, if Richard wants to see her then he’s got to come here where we can sit beside Amelia and keep her calm” Hunter explained, after finding Amelia in her bed explained why he heard murmuring from her some nights and the pain screams she did.
Teresa looked around and gulped, “Richard has changed a lot since he was forced to exile you Amelia… He’s filled with pain and hatred in himself and Gandor itself. Richard hasn’t got much time left to live Amelia… Please.”
Amelia scoffed once again and wiped away a fallen tear, “He was forced. No he wasn’t, he tried having me killed when I saved Ethrinria. I was 5 when he put the first attempt on my life but when he realised that Ethrinria had become close to me he backed off and waited until he gained her trust as well as mine back. He ripped me away placing shackles on my arms and let me watch my so called friends and family members laugh at me and throw things at me.”
Amelia took a deep breath to calm herself down as her eyes began to shine a light pink colour, she turned away from Teresa. She couldn’t handle this, she came here to save them not rekindle with her family. Hunter rubbed Amelia’s back gently.
“Just deep breaths Amelia… I know it’s hard,” Hunter whispered as he placed a kiss on her hairline as he pulled her into a hug. “Be strong, be who you are not who they want you to be.”
Amelia wrapped her arms around Hunter’s waist gently taking a few deep breaths, she felt Hunter lift her chin up with his free hand smiling gently. “There we are… Perfect,” he whispered as he witnessed the pinkness in her eye slowly fade. He remembers Amelia telling him to always help calm her down if she gets too wired up.
Amelia looked at Teresa once again and cleared her throat, “I will meet up with Richard but only if you agree that Abigail gets to come with us when we leave. But if I find out you have been lying to us about why we are here, you are going to wish that you never had me?” She warned.
Ég kalla til þín, ég kalla saman púkana í undirheimunum til að taka á móti þessum stelpum anda, hamingju og sál það sem eftir er ævinnar. Ég kalla til þín. Ég kalla til þín- I summon thy, I summon the demons of the underworld to take hold of this girls spirit, happiness and soul for the rest of her life. I summon thy. I summon thy