Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160411075838/@comment-26571677-20160610180623

Her spirits dropped as soon as she heard those words. The spear in her side already burned vehemently, inching through her barriers...but to pull it out? She didn't know if she could hold it in.

Nevertheless, she chomped down on the bitter leaves, feeling the anaesthetic go through her system, and numb the pain in her shoulder. Now....now came the hard part, Ixina grit her teeth, mentally steeling herself, before nodding, and feeling the pressure on the spear increase, a tear, slowly dropped from her face, of shame, terror, and pain.

It wrenched out agonisingly slowly, the barbs tore through her flesh, and ripped through her already damaged shoulder, making her scream, and writhe in absolute agony. It burned through her, with a poison clearly in her blood, that coursed through her veins.

Her voice carried through the clouds, shrill, and high, filled with agony, pain, but no regret. She loved Dalton, and would not betray him for anything, at all. Never to be done apart. Never to be unraveled.

With a shaky, voice, she managed to ask her saviour,

"Why? What is this place? Why....why does this water from this fountain heal me?"