The Heaviness of Decision
The air in the clearing was still, thick with the information on what had quite recently been uncovered. Selene stood frozen, her brain staggering from the words she had expressed resoundingly: one of them needed to bite the dust. The revile requested a daily existence — a penance that neither of them had expected.
Ronan was quiet next to her, his jaw held as his look floated toward the pillar. She could see the pressure in his stance, the manner in which his clench hands held as though wrestling with the truth. He had been arranged to battle this revile, to confront the enchanted that had tormented their families for ages, yet this was unique. This wasn't a fight they could win through sheer power. This was a decision.
Furthermore, it was destroying them before it had even been made.
Selene's heart beat as the words from the spirits reverberated to her: **"A life should be given. One of your blood, or one of his."** The heaviness of those words pushed down on her, stifling in their conclusion. She had gone through her whole time on earth running from this revile, battling to endure its draw, just to be confronted with an unthinkable choice.
"I won't allow it to work out," Ronan at last said, his voice low, consistent, yet bound earnestly. His eyes met hers, and there was a savage thing in his look, something that slice through the chilliness of their circumstance. "We will track down another way. I won't allow you to bite the dust for this."
Selene's breath hitched, her chest fixing at the power of his words. There was no denying the association between them now, not after all that they had experienced. Yet, the revile couldn't have cared less about their sentiments, their developing bond. It needed blood, and it wouldn't stop until it had what it was owed.
"You don't have a decision, Ronan," she murmured, the words excruciating as they left her lips. "In the event that it's not me… it's you. They intended that."
He shook his head, venturing nearer to her, his presence establishing even amidst all the disorder whirling around them. "No. There's generally another way, Selene. Continuously."
His voice areas of strength for was, she could hear the fundamental strain, the franticness he was battling to monitor. Ronan had forever been the one to charge forward, to assume command over a circumstance, however this wasn't something he could fix with beast strength. Furthermore, that scared him.
Selene's look dropped to the ground, her psyche hustling. There must be another way, something they hadn't considered at this point. Be that as it may, the truth was looking straight at them both: the revile had been clear. Life forever. It was an old sorcery, one that had been woven into their bloodlines for ages. Breaking it would require a penance that neither of them could escape.
Her throat fixed as a rush of feeling crashed over her. She had never expected to be in this present circumstance — never expected to feel so profoundly for the wolf who had once been her foe. Yet, they were right here, limited by destiny, by wizardry, and by something different that neither of them completely comprehended.
"On the off chance that there could be no alternate way… " she began, her voice shudder, "I'll do it. I'll be the one to break the revile."
Ronan's eyes broadened, and before she could get done, he shut the distance between them, grasping her shoulders firmly, his eyes bursting with force. "No. Don't say that, Selene. You won't forfeit yourself for this. I won't allow it to work out."
The power of his words blew her mind, yet she would not withdraw. "You don't have any idea," she said, her voice more grounded now. "I've been running from this my whole life. Perhaps this is the way it closes. Perhaps this is the manner by which I make it right."
Ronan's hold fixed, his jaw held. "You don't owe this revile anything. You don't owe anybody your life."
"Furthermore, what might be said about you?" she shot back, her heart beating. "On the off chance that I don't do this, then, at that point, you follows through on the cost. Is that what you need? For me to watch you kick the bucket?"
The quietness between them was thick, the heaviness of her words lingering palpably. Ronan's demeanor obscured, and briefly, he didn't talk. At the point when he at long last did, his voice was low, very nearly a murmur. "I'd prefer it be me than you."
Selene's heart curved agonizingly at his words, at the crude weakness in his voice. She hadn't anticipated that he should say that, hadn't expected to hear the tranquil confirmation of what she had started to think — that incidentally, Ronan had begun to think often about her, perhaps more than both of them was prepared to concede.
Be that as it may, she was unable to allow him to do this. She was unable to allow him to discard his life for her.
"There must be another way," she said, her voice scarcely perceptible. "We can't simply acknowledge this."
Ronan let out a breath, his hands sliding down her arms until they rested at her sides. His look relaxed as he took a gander at her, and interestingly since they had begun this excursion, she recognized something easily that went past the revile, past the enchanted that had united them.
"I would rather not lose you," he said discreetly, the words hanging between them like an admission.
Selene's breath trapped in her throat, her heart beating in her chest. She didn't have the foggiest idea what to say, didn't have the foggiest idea how to answer the profundity of feeling in his voice. However, the reality of the situation was, she would have rather not lost him by the same token. Not at the present time. Not after everything.
Yet, the revile couldn't have cared less about what they needed. It just thought often about the value that should have been paid.
"We'll track down another way," Ronan said once more, his voice firmer now, as though he was attempting to persuade her, yet himself. "We'll battle this, Selene. Together."
She gestured, however vulnerability actually worried her. There was no determining what the subsequent stage would be, however interestingly, she was in good company to confront it. They were bound, by blood, yet by something more profound.
As they went to leave the clearing, the air appeared to move, the heaviness of the revile hanging heavier over them. Selene realized the hardest part was coming up soon — the decision that would characterize their destiny, however the destiny of everything attached to the revile.
However, for however long Ronan was close by, she realized she could confront whatever lay ahead.