Page 34 of Scars and Burns

Her Mother said I could help her bring peace. I am not a good person. I am not meant to bring peace to the world. There is no peace in my soul. But only darkness.

The death and destruction that’s being kept at bay inside of her. Controlled but ready to be unleashed. I know this well but I need to get to know the little flower more.

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I find her in her usual spot in the forest. She’s completely distraught. I can’t imagine what she is feeling right now. She’s been crying for what seems like hours.

I’m resting on a tree behind her. I keep finding myself wanting to go over to her to ensure she is alright. I’m not sure why. Just something about seeing her this way makes what little is left of my heart ache. But it doesn’t seem right to disturb her, so I just let her be.

She stands to leave and I can tell she senses my presence now. She drawers her blades. Still amusing how she has the courage to stand against me. Though clearly, after seeing her smeared in blood last night she is quite capable.

But not against me.

Intrigued, I choose to make contact.

“Don’t bother, you won’t win” I say.

She whips towards me. Her shoulders lax as she realizes who it is. Although she still doesn’t know who I am. Doesn’t know I let her live all those years ago. Oblivious to the fact that I’ve watched her all these years, growing and changing. Admiring her from afar. Doesn’t know I watched her Mother die by the hands of her step-Father. Unaware that we now bear the same Goddess mark.

She studies me carefully. Clearly assessing me. Taking in the full aspect of my physique. I notice her eyes linger on my dick.

I am quite a specimen.

With a smirk I ask, “See anything you like?” Antagonizing her. Knowing how she’ll react.

“Hardly. What are you doing here? Lost again?” She counteracts me with aggression and accusation.

She’s hot headed. Ill tempered.

Wild.

She’s been cooped up in that stuffy castle her whole life. No wonder she comes to the forest everyday to escape. But last night revealed something else.

Still naive though. Innocent, believing I was lost before. Humorous, to think I am lost now.

Smirking, I reply, “What makes you think I was lost before?”

She rolls her eyes, “Because I come here quite often and you had never been before nor have you been since. Leading me to the conclusion that you did not mean to be here.”

Saying she comes here often is a nice way of putting it. She is here every single day. I know this because I come here every single day to see her. She’s amused me since the night I saw her at the raid. An interest I can’t put my finger on.

I can’t reveal this to her though. Can’t expose that I know she comes here every single day. Nor will I admit to her that I also come here every day to see her.

“Well, that’s very presumptuous of you. Maybe I just didn’t like what I saw.”

Deciding to go in the opposite direction and act like she was the reason I stayed away. That I didn’t like her.

Even though that is a lie.

She huffs, “Well, you weren’t the first and you won’t be the last.Now, I ask again, what are you doing here?”

Interesting. She openly accepts that I might not have liked her. In fact, it’s almost like she embraced it. Expected it.

That shouldn’t surprise me. I am sure everyone except her Mother has shied away from her.

I relax. Pushing myself off the tree. No more half truths when she asks me what I am doing here for the second time. “I am here to offer my condolences for your Mother.”

I did not come to offer my condolences for her Mother. But after seeing her shattered and knowing the truth of it. It feels only right to do so.

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