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Chapter 4. Survival Was All That Matters
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2025-08-15 05:42:27Bliss
“Curious? More like tired of lies. Ria, you're marrying him instead of me. Who would agree to that?”
“Who would not agree to it? Who would they actually follow – you who do not have parents or me who has my dad?” She said, demonstrating with her hands. “And you think my dad would fail to please her daughter for you? Climb down from your high horse, sweetie.”
I took a step closer, heart pounding, “What?”
The tension crackled between us, heavy and suffocating. Liam laughed softly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. “You're braver than I thought.”
Then Ria reached out, grabbing my arm too hard. “Tsk,” she hissed, “ you should back off, Bliss.”
“I am not afraid of you,” I said, pulling away.
Her grip tightened, and suddenly she shoved me. I stumbled backwards, my head hitting the cold tile floor with a sickening crack. Stars exploded behind my eyes. My body went numb. But my mind refused to quiet. “ My baby” tears rolled down.
Liam was there instantly, crouching beside me; his hands were cold as they searched my pulse. “She's breathing,” he muttered, but his eyes were calculating.
Ria looked panicked, stepping back and biting her lip. “ Bliss... I didn't mea—"
“You didn't mean to push me hard enough to knock me out?” I barely heard the words, the edge of consciousness fraying. Liam's lip curled into a grin. “ She's not just alive; she's special.”
I blinked slowly. “What...what do you mean?”
His fingers brushed my wrist, and a strange warmth spread through me like electricity but deeper. “ You have power, Bliss – the kind I've been searching for.” I tried to focus, tried to push past the fog, but everything slipped.
The last thing I saw was Liam’s eyes – sharp, hungry.
When I woke, the world was cold and wet. I coughed, swallowing river water that burnt my throat. The sky above was a blur of grey clouds.
I tried to move, but my body was weak, trembling. How did I end up here? I thought back – Liam’s hands, the warmth, the darkness. My heart pounded with fear and something else – something raw and wild stirring deep inside.
Later, Liam’s voice echoed in my head: “She’s dead ,” he lied to Ria in a calm but cruel voice. “ There is no way she survived.”
I couldn’t understand how he could say that. I was right here – alive, struggling. But Liam was already moving on. The power I held, the gift I didn’t even know I had – he wanted it. I needed it.
And I was just the key.
The cold water was a shock to my senses, biting and merciless. I gasped involuntarily as icy fingers rapped around me, pulling me beneath the surface. For a moment panic fluttered in my chest like a trapped bird, but then… nothing. I wasn’t sinking; I was helped up by some invincible forces that defied every instinct screaming at me to thrash and fight.
I blinked slowly, struggling to open my eyes in the murky river; strange shadows shifted around me – massive undulating shapes that moved with grace but radiated menace. A giant squid’s long, curly arms brushed past my skin, tentacles almost closing around me. I braced for pain, for death – but it never came.
Instead, the creature paused. Its great black eyes locked onto mine; they shimmer with something I couldn’t name. Reverence? Recognition? The creature recoiled , releasing me gently as if I were some sacred presence rather than prey. I blinked in disbelief, my heart pounding like a drum.
What was happening?
I felt a warm pulse from somewhere deep inside me, between my hip up to my armpit, a subtle glow I had never noticed before. A mark, a hidden power I reached out and touched the soft skin there, and a thrill surged through my veins like liquid fire; the cold lost its grip. The river's no longer threatened. It felt like an ally.
With trembling hands I pushed against the water surface, hauling myself upward until I broke free of its embrace; I collapsed on the muddy bank, lungs burning for air. The chill seeped back in, but the strange warmth lingered beneath my skin, steady and alive.
The forest around me was eerily quiet. Not a single bird sang, no insect buzzed, and only the gentle murmur of the river and the rustling of leaves whispered in the wind. Shadows danced between gnarled trees watching me with unseen eyes.
“Where am I ?” I whispered hoarsely, voice barely audible. My fingers dug into the mud, anchoring me in this strange place. My legs trembled as I tried to stand, but the ground shifted beneath me.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and took slow, cautious steps along the riverbank. Every sound was amplified in the heavy silence: the crack of a twig, the splash of a fish, the rush of water over stones. Creatures stared nearby, but they kept their distance. Instead of fear, I sensed a profound respect radiating from them as if I carried some unspoken authority.
What kind of power did I have?
Memories flickered in fragments from the past days, moments I barely understood till now. The fight, the betrayal, the betrayal’s cold aftermath. And then Liam’s dark eyes full of something I hadn’t seen before – greed, obsession, hunger for something I didn’t even know I possessed.
I pushed the thought away; right now survival was all that mattered.
I moved deeper into the forest, the river guiding me like a silent guardian. The trees grew thicker, their branches forming a canopy that swallowed the fading sunlight. The air smelt like damp earth. My pulse quickened, a mix of fear and strange anticipation.
I didn’t know where I was going.
The wind howled like a mourning widow through the trees, brushing cold fingers across my soaked skin as I trudged forward. My legs felt like they were dragging stones, but the looming trees whispered I keep moving.
All I knew was I had crawled out of a river I was never meant to survive .
“Keep walking,“ I whispered to myself. “Just keep walking.“
The gravel beneath my feet gave way to rough earth, then to strange smooth stones that didn’t belong to the forest. A scent hit me- strong. Aggressive. Wolves. My heart picked up pace.
Something was wrong.
“Stop right there!” A sharp voice cut through the mist.
I froze.
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