Heal me" he muttered hoarsely, raising his wounded palm.
Samara gave the burn a short look before settling her eyes on his own. He's still holding on to her towel, and her back still hurts a lot as a result of the crash earlier.
"And why would I heal you? Douchebag" she scoffed.
"Your shitty sword did this to my palm when I grabbed it earlier in the woods to save your f**king @ss!" He spat, and she laughed out loud immediately, but it was short.
"I thought you were the almighty Orion who's king over the pack. So you feel pains too? That's new, you don't look like someone who has ever experienced pains and that's why you enjoy inflicting it on others" she said seriously, and he let go of her towel Immediately, but before she could blink, he grabbed her neck, having her on a tight chokehold which made her bleed from the nose.
"Talking about me that way will surely bring disaster to you, it's another way to tell you to watch how you talk about me, witch" he gritted, choking her more.
"Are...you..sure you really... wanna get... healed?" Samara managed to ask. Her neck is still in his palm.
Orion let go of her roughly, and she fell on the ground, holding her red neck as she began coughing.
"Forget about it. Having you heal me might ruin my plans. Your training classes classes starts tommorow morning, 6am at the assembly" he said and walked out.
Samara managed to stand, still coughing as she held her red neck.
She leaned on the wall for support as she spit out blood, and she wiped the blood on her nose with her second hand.
She felt something wet on her face, and when she touched it, it's tears.
Did he actually force tears out of her eyes? She can't remember the last time she cried, she didn't even cry during her father's burial.
She wiped the tears and went for a cup of water on the table. She rinsed her mouth with it and looked at her sword which is lying on top of the table too.
"I have to quickly tame you, I believe we still have a lot to tackle together" she muttered and hugged the sword to her chest.
"Thanks for hurting that douchebag"
*
ORION'S ROOM*
Immediately Orion arrived, he walked to the middle of the room and looked at the wound again.
It got bigger again, and before daybreak, he's sure it'd spread to every part of the hand.
"Come out" he said authoritatively, and instantly, a clone came out of him. A clone of himself with same face, but the only difference is their personalities.
While Orion is grim, the clone seems cheerful, smiling as he sat on the bed.
Orion calls out his clones anytime he's extra bored or needs answers to questions just like now.
At once, he has the ability to call out seven, but for now, he needs just one.
"Why did you call out just me today? It won't be fun without the others. You're too boring" the clone said, crossing his legs with a loud grin.
"Stop grinning" Orion glared, and he stood.
"How many times do you want me to tell you that you don't get to control me anytime you call me out?"
"What's her sword all about?" Orion replied, raising the wounded palm.
"Oh I see you got wounded by the golden emotionless sword of the whitehead witch" the clone smiled.
"Emotionless?" Orion frowned.
"It's a sword passed down to the women in the Hercules family. It hasn't been used since her mother was born though" the clone replied.
"Why?" Orion asked.
"Her mother isn't a whitehead, and it's a rule that if the sword is passed down to any female in the family who isn't a whitehead, the the female has to keep it throughout her existence without using it. The sword is soaked in the menstrual blood of the witch for all the years it's left unused till another whitehead would be born into the family. Her mum lived 20 years before giving birth to her, so that sword spent twenty years in her menstrual blood before Samara got it. You can imagine how powerful the sword is gonna be right now" the clone explained.
"It's powerful than my red sword?" Orion asked, and the clone laughed.
"Of course not! Your red sword was born together with you Orion. The sword came out of your mother on the night you were born, and it killed your mother. You got your sword immediately you were born so there's no way that emotionless sword is more powerful" the clone replied.
"Then why did it hurt me?" Orion asked, staring at the palm again.
"It didn't hurt you cos it's more powerful, it's the rule. The emotionless sword only welcomes touches from it's owner. You had no right to touch it, and that's why you got hurt" the clone replied.
"How do I get healed?" Orion questioned again.
"Dip the hand in her menstrual blood"
"You've gotta be f**king kidding me" Orion said with a disgusting look on his face.
"Then leave your hand to rot. It's the only way unless you wanna...
Orion returned him before he could finish speaking, and he went back inside him.
"There has to be another way" he muttered.