I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
He chuckles and she smiles hesitantly up at him. Noellen had taken it as meaning she had pleased him in some way and that meant she did well. That was all that mattered now – his pleasure. Because she was worthless and unlovable. Only Khaos had given her the time of day. But then she ruined it all by being weak and succumbing to her memories in the meadow. She had to be punished. She was only grateful that Kaspian had been spared the sight of her pain and humiliation. He would only be forced to see the aftermath of it all.
She barely registers a loud clanging noise. It seems someone has collided with the iron giant and she wished to avoid his retaliation to such a foolish venture. But Noellen still lives in a vague and fuzzy world and her efforts to move out of the way of the violence are stiff and stilted at best. Her breathing is ragged and she doesn’t make it too far from the duo. She knew she was expected to remain relatively close to the iron giant, whether or not he was currently engaged in something that could become potentially harmful to any stray bystanders.
It appears to be a complete bloodbath.
She can’t bear to watch the outcome and steadfastly keeps her eyes straight in front of her.
It wasn’t long before she realizes that the iron giant has finally came to an end to his wrathful retaliation. She knew the other remained alive by the movements of his rib cage and his desperate, raging eyes. Eyes spun of gold and silver. Why were they so familiar? The faint silver of his coat peeks through various streaks of blood and ragged, torn flesh. She feels as if she was thrown into a vacuum – devoid of all sound. All she could focus on were the pained depths of those eyes. Noellen cringes as a brand is carved into the others’ flesh and her skin flickers erratically in remembered pain.
And it is all over just as soon as it had begun.
She whimpers and can’t help but violently jerk when an iron knife is thrown into her hindquarter. It doesn’t pierce her deeply, but it is enough to affect her ability to walk even more. Khaos remains glued to her side and impatiently begins to maneuver his body in ways to make her move through the meadow once more. It’s even worse this time around as her limbs have stiffened in pain and her wounds tear and stretch in protest. But she can’t help but keep her eyes on the fallen stallion behind them.
A charming little boy who boldly approached her.
A young man whom she loved dearly and made her laugh constantly.
A grief-stricken man who had lost his way.
She begins to remember these things, but it remains faint. Only one thing seems to clearly stick out in her mind and she doesn’t even realize that she had murmured it out loud.
“Drow?”
Noellen