Sara felt as if she was in the deepest pit in the sea, the darkness wasn't only absolute but also heavy, too heavy on her frail body and soul, she wasn't able to take a breath as it caused a fire to start on her chest, she didn't try to breathe though, that need faded slowly with the time she spent in that pit, she no longer resisted it though, the darkness, nor the heaviness, and why should she? She asked herself, there wasn't anything left to fight for, no one to turn to, nowhere to go, she had lost everything, it didn't feel like she was giving up because there wasn't anything she could give up on, she had nothing and no one, no hope, no love, no family, no friends, the loneliness added to the thickness of the darkness she was engulfed in, she welcomed it, just wanting to be over with her life, the one she barely lived.
The darkness then started breaking, like a moonless night with some faded star lights, she started seeing the faces of those whom she knew, her father, the
“Come ladies, We have all that you need for your beauty to flourish once more!” Sara stared from a distance at the man shouting annoyingly in the market, trying to persuade women to buy his weird merchandise, the only thing that made her stop and even bother to look at him was how high pitched his voice was, she didn’t know why, but her ears were incredibly sensitive, hearing even the smallest of noises, she wasn’t yet used to her new hearing, which made her hear the annoying shouting in her head.Looking at the table from where she hiding, Sara noticed many bottles and items, her eyes caught the bars and bottles of soap, the ones she desperately needed to wash off the stench of rot and blood of her, after weeks of leaving the shack, she realized she needed to clean her body and her wounds as the smell became unbearable, placing her hand in the sack she was carrying, she pulled out a golden coin, waiting for when the market was the least
Sara stared at the dead body at her feet with no emotions, not knowing what to exactly feel, it was strange, unsettling in a weird way, for she had never thought it to be that…easy!Her old self would have never thought about killing anyone, not even the priest who tried to rape her or the demons who abused her, nevertheless, she knew that in her query for vengeance she will end up taking some lives, but she never gave the matter much thought, that her, the harmless girl, would one day possess not just the strength, but the drive to kill.Not that she regrated it, the bastard at her feet deserved to die in a slower and more painful way, it was just, strange! it was not hard, it wasn't problematic, it didn’t take any planning or second thoughts, it just happened, just as easy, she simply curled her long fingers around the old man's neck and squeezed, and that was it, the man died...It felt weird, how frail l
Bending over on one knee, Sara carefully placed the flowers in the holes she dug with her own hands to form a circle around the bump of soil, careful not to ruin the roots nor to dig too deep, she didn’t want to ruin the flowers so carelessly when it wasn’t easy to find them in the first place, she spent an hour looking for them, for the wild flowers that the little girl loved so much, and eventually managed to find some lupines, violets, daisies, and clovers.Instead of plucking them, Sara chose to dig them out with their roots, even if it took her more time than what she planned to spare, but it didn’t matter much anymore, she no longer had a reason to be in a hurry to reach the borders, and instead, chose to do this one last thing for the girl, and pulling the whole flower with it roots would ensure that they would last longer, once she was done replanting the flowers, she stood up, unbothered by her dirty hands, her heart was aching as she stared at the
Sara thought back about the time she had spent with Dahlia, the way the little girl made her feel again, it was faint but it was still there in her heart that was completely numb before her, for the past week Sara didn't feel that emptiness and numbness, she had a purpose beside revenge, she had someone to take care of, someone who needed her and that feeling warmed up the ice inside her a little, she wasn't that bitter about the world anymore, well, not all of it at least.Putting the large rock on the grave, Sara stared at the scene around her, the large tree on the top of the green hill, and all the flowers she planted around the grave, Dahlia would have loved it here, she thought, the little girl loved sunshine and spring, Sara wasn't able to heal her but she was able to give her as very peaceful end, she knew that the girl was in a better place, somewhere without pain and sadness, for a moment, Sara wished she can join her, for them both to walk holding hands into that p
Sara was sitting calmly in the corral, watching over the woman and children, trying to find out the best plan to save them, her eyes looking at them, each one in her own world but they all somehow felt the same, her deep thinking however didn’t stop her from hearing the approaching steps, and she knew they were there for her.And indeed, two soldiers walked into the corral and grabbed her harshly, she didn’t resist, she allowed them to move her and push and pull her without a word, it wasn’t the time to fight yet, and the pain they thought they were inflicting on her was nothing near the one she suffered at the hand of Eren and his bitch, and for a second, she wondered if something good did result from that whole ordeal, for her pain tolerance had increased to surprising levels.It wasn’t that she wasn’t feeling the pain, it was just that she was able to sustain it, deciding not to dwell about it more, Sara walked with the soldiers who kep
Sara didn't know much about her powers from the very start, she had no idea how to fully awaken her divine blood, not even what exactly were those powers she possessed, she knew that it was more than just her physical strength and sharp senses, Gods must have more strength than just that , Hell, even the demons had more than just strong and fast bodies with absolute senses, she would feel it sometimes, a veiled power steering inside her, but she didn't know how to reach it, how to unveil that force and use it, there was one passive skill that she mastered though, it was related to the aura's she was sensing, the moment she get close to those auras, their light start pouring into her, she understood this ability to be the life absorption Eren talked about, the one the Gods used to steal life from others, her aura, the silver one felt somehow like the origin of the other small auras, once exposed to each other, the bit would reach to the all, the part would return to the origin, and a
“I, Dahlia Black, pledge my life, myself, and my sword, to serve you and only you, Nara Yoren, from this day, until my last day, I swear to be without fear in the face of your enemies, to be brave and upright, to speak the truth and listen to the voice of rightness, to safeguard the helpless and do no wrong, and to protect you with my life even if it led to my death.” Sara spoke the words while on her knees, but to her, the supposedly sacred oath was nothing but words, words she memorized and recited but didn’t mean in the slightest, for she didn’t feel the need of some oath to tell her what needed to be done.Nara on the other hand, and after tapping Dahlia’s shoulders with the big old sword that belonged to their ancestors, looked at her friend with immense pride, her friend, she smiled at the thought, she didn’t know the strange and aloof girl well enough to consider her as a friend, but she was grateful that Dahlia came into her life, e
“Sara...''Eren whispered, breathed, yelled, or maybe just said the name in his head, he had no idea, everything around him stopped, the time stopped, the noises stopped, the movements stopped, his brain stopped, he even doubted that for a second his heart stopped, he was still standing but he couldn’t feel his legs, he didn't know whether to believe his eyes or not, she was right there, the why of his sleepless nights, the tormentor of his heart and mind, standing in the same corridor, in the same world, different then the last time he saw her, her long silver hair was short and inky black, almost as black as his, she looked slightly taller, her body was more mature and feminine, her scars were as vivid as they were the night she got them, she was wrapped in dark clothes, she wasn't a fan of the color before which was strange, she always loved the lively colors of nature, he didn't care though, none of these things mattered to him, no matter how she looked she wa