Tear Tarnished Angel

Nathanael’s pov. Book 2. The War has been won. Drefan has been stopped. Scene- Through Thom and Nathanael’s perseverance, Drefan’s mind has been freed…

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Drefan made a move to brush past us all, newly risen with his mind returned to his control. 

“Dreffie?”

 

“It’s too light here. You know that. I’m not meant to be here and no one ever wanted me here. Go on kid,” he looked back to me, stopping just for a moment.

 

“Rule your Kingdom, and maybe help them, my people. Undo all the Gods damn damage your parents did in their blind judgment of things they didn’t understand. Finish your destiny. I never thought I had one but well look where that got me. I’m frankly sick and tired of it all. You set me free…” 

Drefan’s brows furrowed heavily, “I won’t forget that. But we’re even. I saved you, and you saved me. Done deal. I’m gone.”

“Where?” the word escaped with a sob.

 

“Well as you and Thom wouldn’t leave well enough alone and here I am out of the Abyss. You’ll find me in my personal hell.”

With that he turned, hands in his pockets, heading through the doors like no time had passed like nothing had happened in the last 6 years.

 

 

Drefan walked away. The teleportation circles would take him to the Border Forest. But I did not want to go back to the cabin, it was our personal hell and I wanted no part in it. I could not understand and it hurt, after everything, it hurt so gods damned much.

 

 

Do you still blame me for not being able to stop any of it? I was a child…I still feel like a child. 17. Barely-grown. I was innocent, ignorant of the world and its sins back then. I did not know…you know that I wish I had. That I could have stopped what Robert had done to you and to our beloved Thom. 

 

 

I knew I had to move on, to get up, to take my throne and be crowned King. But I needed this time to scream. Because this was not how things were supposed to be. This was not how it all was supposed to end. My heart had lied to me.

 

So I screamed and I thrashed as Sir Raphael held me, stopping me from using my sharpened nails on myself. So much blood, what was a little more? But no, my Sovereign Guard refused as he pushed my face into his tunic sheltering the world from an anger that I had not allowed myself to express in eight years.

 

Not since the day I learned, I would die.  

 

I had a kingdom to rebuild and I knew I could not run after you. Not again. I had to think of my people before myself. Nobody would understand.