🎧 Lies, Lies, Lies by Morgan Wallen
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"Briathos, Seir," he shouted and with what sounded like an annoyed 'humph', she rose from the ground, huge wings wide open, and began to fly.
Those were two magical commands. When he said 'Beliel' earlier the dragon showed herself to us, and when he said 'Briathos' she began to flew, those are two demonic words. How did they get into contact with the demons enough to make them let our kind learn a bit of their language and even mount their precious beasts? It makes no sense.
What does the ruler of the Underworld has to win from this?
After a minute, River spoke again, ["Did they starve you?"]
Why is he even bothering to ask me? ["They did way more than just starve me, River. I've been here since I was 14, and it's been hell every day, I'm surprise how I'm still alive,"] I sighed, dramatically. ["I can't say a word because my throat is so dry given how I haven't had water in more than 7 days, that it's nearly bleeding."]
He tensed up, ["Why would they do this to you? For what?"]
["The blonde girl with baby blue eyes, light tanned skin, who's with the director, is Lisa Thalassa, she is a fallen noble, she has privileges and she was allowed to do everything she wants here. I was against it, I fought her, and I fought for the other girls she bullied, she tried to kill me some-times, I snapped, and when the director got to us, he defended her and put me in the torture room for days. I've been more in there than out."]
["You have a torture room? What the fuck? What's made of?"]
Sigh, ["It's a claustrophobic small room, so small I can only sit down or stand on it, it had an anti-magic field in it, the walls and the ceiling are made of sharp spikes of ash, and the ground is made out of an irregular type of obsidian stone. For as long as we are locked in it, we can-not eat, drink, and we are not even clothed. It's raw punishment."]
He remained silent for a while, only holding me as we flew through the skies of the Imperial territory to get to the capital, where the academy is located, in the mountains behind the mainland where the palace is. A palace I used to know with the palm of my hands. ["Now I see why that dipshit was trying to hide the fact that there was one more suitable person in the orphanage, it was because of the abuse you went through."]
I tried to speak, but I began to feel tired through the flight and my eyes became heavier and heavier, until I fell unconscious.
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"Davina," a male voice called me.
The person shook my body softly, and it took me a minute to link the voice to the person whose arms I fell asleep into. River.
"Davina, we're here," he called for me again, gently. "We are close to the ground already, we'll be down in less than a minute."
I opened my eyes, feeling uncomfortable for so many reasons it's hard to even point them all out. And when I noted we were still flying in the damned demonic dragon, the beast began to free fall down and nausea took over me, but I held it as best as I could, my hands instantly grabbed onto River's jacket. I bet my skin is ashen green.
But the second I heard a scream and saw Gregory, the only 18-year-old boy from the orphanage, who's been the only nice kid to me ever since Rose died, she was his older sister, and who's also been a target of Lisa in the past years, falling from this bitch dragon, I forgot my pain.
As soon as Gregory fell passing by us, I couldn't control my body and it moved alone. I pushed River away with all my strength, stood up in the front of him, swallowing down all the puke, and I jumped after Gregory.
"What are you doing?" River screamed desperate. "Davina!"
Ignoring him, I adjusted my body in a way I would free fall with a little better control, like I learned back in the human world when my human father took me skydiving in my 13th birthday, and I used the little magic I could conjure with the shackles on still, and I propelled myself forward.
"Arms and legs wide open, Greg," I screamed at him, who was all but screaming at the top of his lungs, "do it," I screamed, and as I did, I felt the blood rolling down my throat just like I knew it would happen if I dared to speak, even less scream. "Greg, it's Davina, listen to me, open your arms and your legs wide," I screamed, ignoring the pain in my throat, as we began to approach the ground dangerously.
He finally did that, "Davi… Davina," he cried loudly.
Propelling myself with even more will, feeling the gravity hurting my skin already, I got closer, and closer, until I managed to grab him with my body, and when I did, I used the little strength left in my body to turn us around so I would be under him and him above me, in a way that I'll hit the ground and not. Not because I'm a masochist, but because I'm immortal and he ain't, and falling from this height could be horrible to him.
I could almost drink his fear and desperation as he hug me tightly.
There were many people screaming all around us, but I just ignored it, closed my eyes, and told him, "Don't look, Greg, close your eyes," trying to tranquilize him, as I swallowed down my own blood. "If we die, I'll die with you, it'll be worthy," and I mean it, even if I know we ain't going to die, because he's a better Fae than this entire Empire. Him and Rose.
As I braced for the impact, I hugged him tighter, clenching my jaw and preparing myself mentally for the pain of possibly breaking my spine.
Until I heard a husky deep voice screaming, "Naya'il, Noreen!"
Before we could hit the ground, which was very fucking close, so much I could feel it approaching at arm-length, I felt giant talons grabbing onto us, and there was a viral sound of relief from everyone, in such a big crowd it was really freaking loud. Gasps and curses, from all directions. The second it registered to me that we were not going to hit the ground and I was not going to break my spine, I let out a cry and I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
"Oh my Gods," Gregory cried. "Davina, you saved my life. You… you literally saved my life. You saved my life by risking yours. Why… I… why would you do that?"
"You were… kind to me," I said, my voice raspy and hurting.
"Davina," a scream came from a now familiar voice, River. "You could have died!" He screamed jumping from the dragon and coming to me.
"My life isn't worthy more than Gregory's," I gasped, swallowing more blood, and puke, feeling nauseous and dizzy and near breaking.