Destiny 4

Jade knew the world was full of cruel people, but she never imagined running into two in such a short time. First, that person who had changed her life and appeared in the few hours of sleep that her insomnia allowed her. The other was this supposed friend of the family who after many hours and a whole night had not even appeared to deign to meet her.

She clenched her fists against the damp, icy fabric. She felt the fever move through her body and the fatigue closed her eyes causing her to stagger in that position. She had said she would stand her ground, but it was really difficult. The sun's rays announced the dawn and the end of the rain. She stroked her arms over the fabric in a vain attempt to warm herself. It was soaked to the bone.

The hat that used to protect her head had been almost completely discarded thanks to the supposed good quality of its manufacture and his clothes were stained almost to lose color.

She swallowed a lamenting sob. Why she had to suffer all of this. He hadn't hurt anyone in his few years of life. Not that she related much to others other than the people of his family or servants.

Suddenly she felt steps approaching her. With what little strength she had left she raised her face where the veil clung to her face. A tall, musty-smelling man had stopped less than six feet away and was looking at him with interest.

-But well what we have here- with a smile on those chapped lips, he grabbed her roughly by the arm and lifted her.

Jade just hung like a rag doll with hardly any strength to reply. Her legs felt like jelly from being on her knees for so long and her muscles were ignoring her command.

-An abandoned and lonely prey, she cannot be without company- the man hit her body, passing his hand through her waist, hurting her recently almost healed burns and the girl shuddered at the contact. It was gross and repulsive.

-Let go of me- she managed hoarsely through his swollen throat, her teeth clenched.

The man's fingers grabbed his face roughly and made her turn against him.

-Or what? You will make me lose a hand-

And as if his words were a request from heaven, he saw his member detach from his wrist after a jet of blood that stained their chests and faces.

The man yanked her free, clutching the wound trying to stop the bleeding as the street filled with his high-pitched scream.

Jade fell to the ground with a thud and scrambled to her feet just lifting her chest. She ran the back of his hand across his eyes to remove the viscous liquid and trembled. It was blood again. She bit her lip, suppressing a squeak of panic as well. The memories of that night were so vivid that her eyes filled with tears.

Squeezing her eyelids for a moment to contain them and she opened them again to pay attention to what was happening with her attacker to understand what had happened.

The image left her speechless. The person who had previously treated her not very nice and had refused her entry into the house now carried a blood-soaked sword in her hand. Up close, he looked bigger and more aggressive and his firm bearing showed his past training.

The wounded stranger stopped rambling between pain and sanity and threw a punch that was dodged only to receive the blade of the sword against the throat.

-Disappear if you value your life-

Jade saw him tremble and as a coward he could be, disappear into the distance, leaving a trail of blood.

-Izen, clean up that mess, I don't want comments later- a deep voice caught the attention of the girl who, between her tired eyelids, saw a tall man with a broad back leaning against the doorway frame. 

From the rays of the sun that illuminated him from behind making him shade, he could barely define the features of his face, only his long, dark hair fluttered over his shoulder and hips in favor of the slight breeze.

-Yes, my lord- the servant turned to him and bowed sharply.

-First bring it inside, having someone so long at the entrance is annoying. If he gives problems, cut off his tongue, if he continues, cut off his neck - and with it he went back in.

Jade didn't know if it was necessary to enter after what she heard, but a hand wrapped around her arm again and pulled her up. In the process he stumbled to her knees, but feeling the sound of metal against the ground and remembering how easily he could cut meat, she commanded his legs to move. And with awkward movements she walked where the servant indicated to a small room.

The hand on her shoulder brought her in and fell flat on the ground.

-I will bring you clothes in a moment, take off the dirt you have upstairs, the master does not like badly dressed people, if you are going to seduce him at least do it decently. Although I warn you that he only usually sleeps with men-

-I'm not going to sedu ...- he couldn't finish the sentence as he slammed the door.

-Really? Do you see me looking like a whore ... perhaps?-

She dropped to the floor with a sigh. She was exhausted. But she couldn't give herself the pleasure of blacking out. If she did, someone would undress her and more than one secret would come to light. She didn't know if she could still trust this man. And she was already thinking that she was in more danger being a girl than a boy within those walls.

Turning around, she crawled into what looked like a small bathroom with a wooden tub. The water wasn't hot, but it wasn't cold either. At least it would do. Looking around she dropped the garments to the ground and inspected her. The scabs from the burns had already fallen off leaving different, darker patterns worked in their skin that looked like tattoos rather than wounds. It stretched from her collarbone to her thighs without even ignoring her groin or buttocks. That person hadn't stopped even when she couldn't stop screaming from the suffering.

With those bitter memories she got into the tub and let the water relax her muscles. She enjoyed the feeling. She hadn't had a bath like that for days and her body was grateful for it. She heard the door open and plunged into the water up to his nose. A set of clothes was left at the entrance and then she was left alone again.

It didn't take long, she got out as soon as possible and got dressed. It didn't feel safe out in the open. Seeing that there was no veil to hide the mark on her face, she grabbed the one she had washing it to remove the traces of blood and began to wave it in her hand until it was moderately dry.

She took a deep breath and sat back on her heels, waiting for the door to reopen. Now was when the war began.