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Chapter Twenty Two: The Separation •EDITED•

How could his laugh be so loud when she could barely hear herself?

"You seem not to fear me, why?" the man asked.

Edythe's eyes focused on the one thing that wasn't white on him, it was a pin, a golden eagle resting by his heart. It matched Esau's description of the emblem the soldiers that had attacked their mother had pinned to their uniforms.

"Why do I need to fear scum? You are about to attack a defenseless child."

"Defenseless?" He clicked his tongue then looked down at her knives. "I think not."

Her grip on the blades tightened with each word he spoke. "Where is my mother?"

"I can take you to her if you want."

"And Esau?"

"He can wait here."

"No thanks." She forced a smile and shifted back, about to run back to her brother when she was grabbed by the neck.

"Not so fast, girl." The man walked to Esau while ragging her along. "Why don't I take you both?"

Edythe felt her eyes burn and her lungs catch fire. The pain was worse than suffocation, it was like she was drowning in a sea of flames.

Despite the agony that rippled through her chest, Edythe kept her eyes on her brother and watched in silent anger as the man's hand moved towards him.

She glared at Esau, wishing that he would just disappear. Wake up!

When the man's hand grazed his cheek, Edythe decided that she had had enough.

Using all her strength she stabbed the knife she held into the man's wrist, watching pain flit over his face before it was replaced by indifference. The storm that brewed in his golden eyes scared her, and his hold on her neck tightened.

Edythe felt the world around her slowly fade away but was still painfully aware of the man's fingers slowly circling her brother's neck. She raised her other knife and threw it towards Esau, dizzily watching the blade cut into the man's hand like it was warm butter.

She felt like laughing, but the pain that ran through her spine when the man in white dropped her, paralyzed her voice. It was a feeling she was too familiar with.

Edythe felt like closing her eyes, sleep knocked around in her head and exhaustion slowly sunk into her limbs. But she knew what would happen if she succumbed, she needed to be awake. . . For Esau.

She watched the man vanish and stared at him blankly when he reappeared on the spot were he had stood before. He pulled the blades out of his hands and glared at her.

"You little demon," he looked at blood trickling down his fingers, "I was ordered to bring you back unarmed, but you really aren't making this easy."

I know how hard it is to get blood out of white. Edythe sat up, wincing when she felt the burn in her neck and everywhere else. Unconsciously, she looked at Esau. The only wound he had was that scratch.

She felt proud.

Ignoring the man, she walked back towards him, fighting to keep her vision clear and her feet steady.

"You should have known that when your hands are in my vicinity they are bound to get damaged," she knelt down in front of Esau, feeling utterly exhausted as she raised a brow at the smiling man. "Don't expect your wounds to heal anytime soon."

Edythe felt extremely pleased with herself when his smile turned to a scowl.

"Poison." He hissed.