Chapter 15

Chapter 15

A Chapter by Isemay

Her name was being called softly and she opened her eyes just a crack. The unfamiliar room she found herself in was rich looking. The walls and ceiling were draped with silk and the furniture was delicate and elaborately carved. She’d never seen a place like this.

Sitting up in the soft bed she realized she was in some kind of sheer shift and there was someone sitting in a chair staring at her. He didn’t look as though he belonged here. He was bearded and sullen looking.

“Where am I? And who are you?”

The man’s face split into a familiar too wide grin. “A place I wanted to show you.”

“Syv?” She leapt out of the bed and he looked at her with a wistful smile as she came closer.

“I miss you, Syreilla.” He pulled her into his lap and held her tightly. “I need my sister.”

“I know. I’m sorry, Syv.” Leaning her head against his shoulder she frowned. “I feel like I’m being torn apart. I want to come and find you, and I want to stay at home. I want them both so badly that I can’t think straight for some reason.”

“I will not stop pulling you.” He ran a hand over her ear.

“I hate having my ears touched. You’re the only one I let do that.” He caressed her ear tracing the edge and then the ridges inside. It tingled and made her twitch. “It tickles.”

He laughed softly, “Yes.” He pressed his hand against her ear pressing her head into his shoulder. “My dear Syreilla. When will you come to me?”

“As soon as I can, Syv. It may be longer than you’d like.”

“A day is longer than I would like.” He kissed her head.

“And six months?” Syr could feel him tensing.

“Why six months?” His tone was sour.

“Because after that I would have a husband to come back to here at home. Kaduil-”

“No.” He stood angrily, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. “I forbid you to marry. I need you Syreilla. I need you to myself.” He paced jerking her each time he turned on his heel.

“Syv, I love you, but you don’t get to decide that for me. I can’t break his heart any more than I can bear the thought of leaving you alone.” His pacing stopped.

“The dwarf. You let him touch you. You kissed him.” Syv set her on her feet and gripped her by the shoulders staring into her eyes intently.

“Yes, I’d gone to bed with him before but this time was…”

The dark-haired man stepped away raising his voice in a language she’d never heard. Backing away from him, she covered her ears to protect them from the sound of it, like angry bees buzzing at them. The look on his face when he realized it was like a child that had flung its favorite toy in a fit and seen it smash. “No. Please, Syreilla.” He held out his hands.

She stayed where she was. “What language was that? It-” She shuddered.

“Are you afraid of me?” He took a step closer.

Syr gave him a hard look. “I wasn’t afraid of you when you showed me your gifts, Syv, I’m not afraid of you now. I don’t understand how a language can sound so,” She rubbed her ears, “so full of stingers.”

“An apt description.” He touched her face gently and pulled her into an embrace. “Forgive me.”

Sighing, she wrapped her arms around his waist. “You’re forgiven, brother. Please don’t do it again.”

“I will try.” He pulled her close holding her unpleasantly tight. “Why did you make the time to go to bed with him when you should have been finding your way out?” His tone was annoyed.

“Batran seemed to think I was under some sort of spell, he said and still says I’m not acting like myself. He’s adamant I can’t leave until it’s removed.” Syv made an angry sound in his throat and Syreilla rubbed his back comfortingly. “He knew I would like the house Kaduil has built for me, for the two of us. He suggested Kaduil show it to me and… one thing led to another when Kaduil took me down to the bath he’d-” The sound of Syv grinding his teeth brought her up short. She lifted her head and pushed back from him as much as she could. “Stop that. You’re going to break your teeth.”

“I can repair them.” He scowled. The expression suited his new face.

“You picked such an unhappy face.” She ran her hand over his coarse beard. “And you need to learn how to take care of this. A comb and beard oil are the first things I’m going to steal for you.” The annoyed smile on his face was better than the scowl.

He looked past her for a moment. “Olthon is there.”

“Not in my room I hope.” Syr frowned. “He shouldn’t be allowed down there.”

“Regardless, sister. He is at your side trying to wake you. Tell me, did you speak with him?”

“Some. I didn’t like him. I made him talk to Batran and Kaduil.”

Laughing, Syv kissed her forehead. “I can imagine that went well.”

“He wanted to know about the nightmare I had. With the maze and the black mist.” Syv lifted her chin and looked at her intently. “You were in it. I called you Vezar when I was describing it, because you had the dark hair and the same face as when you brought the cart.”

Smiling smugly, he asked, “That certainly got his attention. What else was in your dream?”

She told him the dream from the beginning and by the end, he wore a perplexed half smile. “I had not meant for you to share that dream, my dear Syreilla. That was my nightmare, not yours.”

“You walked the maze?” She asked curiously.

“I was driven down it by the black mist.” His eyes were glittering, “I will try not to bring you into my nightmares again.”

“Brother, if it helps you feel less alone, I’ll join you in that awful place every night.” She lowered her head and pressed her face back into his shoulder.

“Syreilla.” He squeezed her as if he were trying to pull her inside of himself. Crushing her until she couldn’t breathe. “Go back.”

© 2017 Isemay

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Added on December 27, 2017
Last Updated on December 27, 2017
Tags: thief, dwarf, elf, dragon, gods




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