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x Chained x
Never look into his eyes.
Never let him touch you.
Never speak to him.
He will consume your soul.
He will extinguish your dreams.
He will turn you into nothing.
Do not let him get to you in any way.
Do not trust him.
Do not fall for his words and false promises.
He is a Master of lying and King of persuasion.
His beautiful appearance can make the most innocent girl have lustful thoughts. He has the perfect package to get what he wants from girls being tall and well-built, with mesmerizing violet eyes that will hypnotize you, his broad muscular shoulders will make you feel petite, wanting him to protect you and his husky yet velvety voice will send shivers of imagined ecstasy down your spine.
The strong manly smells of musk and the outdoors that come from him will hit your sense of smell causing small waves of desire to wash through your body.
You will want to feel him against you.
You will want him to touch you.
You will feel yourself struggling not to give into him.
You must never kiss him.
You must never touch him.
You must never fall in love with him.
He...will...ruin you with his evilness.
Always remember these words and warnings, keeping them up most in your thoughts will be how you survive.
You are destined to meet him and are doomed to belong to him, to be his property. Be quite and behave then hopefully he will forget you exist.
Enjoy the sunlight and fresh morning breeze while you can because once he finds you, you will never feel them again.
Genevieve had to stop writing the letter as tears were falling freely from her eyes on to the white paper staining it. Loud screams along with the sound of clashing swords could be heard from outside her humble home. Moonlight was streaming into the room through a small window, lighting the table she was sitting at. Her hands were shaking when she could bring herself to continue writing it. She felt two strong hands squeeze her shoulders lovingly.
"They are here," her husband whispered a little hoarsely from behind her. Genevieve only nodded her head as she hurried to finish the letter. Once it was done, she leaned back in the chair wiping away her tears.
"Isis!" Genevieve called loudly. A little girl suddenly appeared out of nowhere sitting playfully on the table. Her tiny legs were crossed; her long white hair was falling in cascade around her small shoulders and down her back.
"Mother," the small girl greeted smiling sweetly at Genevieve, who forced herself to smile back. Genevieve folded the finished letter sealing it with a kiss than handed it to her daughter.
"Listen to me closely, Isis and heed my words," she said, "You will transport yourself to the farthest place you can think of." The little girl frowned at her, as she continued, "You will read this letter there and never come back here."
"Why?" the little girl asked in a soft voice. She was a very gifted; talking perfectly and being able to read anything, even though she was only a small child. She is a child born into one of the most powerful races in the world.
"Everything is explained in this letter, leave now, Isis," her mother commanded in a worried voice. The child studied her mother's face.
"Mother, you have been crying." she stated and gazed upward meeting her father's ocean blue eyes.
"Listen to your mother, Isis." The father ordered trying to sound serious but his voice cracked a little.
"This is my home," Isis said sadly sounding like the small child she is, "I do not want to go somewhere else." Isis saw the determination and the pain the decision had caused on her parent's faces. She knew the decision was final and nothing she could do would make them change their minds.
"We will see each other again, I promise" Genevieve said while caressing her daughter's face. Isis squeezed the letter close to her small chest and closed her eyes. "I love you, Isis!" her mother whispered weakly trying not to cry again.
"I love you, too" Isis replied vanishing into thin air. Then Genevieve's eyes did fill with more tears. Her husband embraced her from behind his eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
A bang on the door made them both jump in surprise, "Genevieve and Marlock Blizzard, open your door!" A man's voice commanded, but they just stood there unable to move, staring in shock at the door. "In the name of the Lord of these forgotten lands, you shall open this door right now!" An angry voice yelled as its owner was knocking on the door desperately. Genevieve and her husband stared at each other and then they both walked to the door. They held hands as they opened the door to face their destiny...
Next chapter: The Run.