บททั้งหมดของ The Secret Moonbird, Hellblades Series Part 2 of 3: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Manolya’s POVI could feel it.The confusion.The frustration.They weren’t in control anymore.I was.I took a slow breath and spoke into the stunned air. “Pain doesn’t scare me. Regret doesn’t define me. And I’m done letting others tell me what I deserve.”Then the poison burning in my veins flared hotter, searing through every nerve. The pain was blinding, unbearable but I didn’t scream, I endured it.And then, slowly, it began to fade. The burn dulled.The pressure lifted.The darkness that had coiled around my heart loosened its grip.I had purged the venom from my body.I opened my eyes and saw Pelin’s tearful face above me. I was cradled in her arms as she scrambled to push us both back, rolling down a steep sand dune. She slapped my face, over and over.“Wake up! Manolya, wake up!” she sobbed.“I’m awake, I’m awake! Don’t hit me again, my chest hurts,” I groaned.She hugged me so tight I could hardly breathe, then finally loosened her grip.“I thought I’d lost you again. I can

Manolya’s POVI didn’t even have time to catch my breath before the air shifted again.“She’s at it again,” Pelin muttered, coughing as she spat sand from her mouth.“She really likes torturing us.”I gave her a tired side-eye. “Yeah. I bet her soul got twisted staying locked in that temple for centuries…”“Yes, no visitors. No worshippers or fighters” Pelin answered me, she then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes scanning the arena. “You think they just left her here?”“Sure, why not? Who would even want to set her loose?” I whispered.“The cult of Artemis probably forgot to release her when the earthquakes started,” I muttered. “They must’ve run like cowards.”I dusted sand off my clothes and looked up at the blazing sky. “Left her trapped in duty while they saved themselves. And now we’re the ones paying for her insanity.”“Ooh, Manolyaaa… Peeeelin,” Artemis sang, her voice chiming like a dozen bells.She hovered above us, spinning slowly in the air, her smile playful

Manolya’s POVShe was slumped against the tree, blood soaking through her black combat attire , with her breath ragged. The arrow still in place.“Don’t move! I’ll get it out,” I said, my hands trembling as I grabbed the shaft.She groaned, clenching her teeth. “Just… do it! One…two…three!”I took a firm grip and pulled.The arrow slid free with a sickening sound, and Pelin gasped sharply.Without hesitation, I pressed my palm against the wound.“Natural healing!” I commanded, calling on the forest around us.The trees rustled.The scent of wet leaves and earth thickened in the air. Power surged up through my fingers, drawn from the moss, the roots, the pulse of magical life beneath us. Green light shimmered faintly beneath my hand.Pelin shivered, her lashes fluttering as the pain dulled.The blood slowed and the wound closed up.“I’ve got you,” I sobbed.She gripped my wrist. “Thanks, now let’s go!”But I wasn’t moving. Artemis floated beautiful in the air, silent and unnervingly st

Manolya’s POVMy heart hammered against my ribs as we fell, seconds stretching into pure agony.The air tore past us, ripping the breath from my lungs.Above us, Artemis floated effortlessly, crossing her legs as if she were settling into a throne instead of watching us plummet.“You witch, make us stop falling!” I hissed through clenched teeth.“As you wish, little girl,” Artemis replied, amused, that familiar madness gleaming in her eyes.A chill crawled up my spine as the small animals clinging to her marble skin and flowing dress began to roar and shriek. “Hold on to my hand Pelin!” I screamed her way as she frantically tried to inch closer to me while still falling freely.“Hold on to my hand, Pelin!” I screamed, reaching for her as she struggled to inch closer to me while still falling freely.“I’m trying!” she yelled back, panic cracking her voice. “Manolya, I can’t slow down!”My chest tightened, breath shallow and frantic, as Artemis slowly cupped her dark fingers together.S

Pelin’s POVShe stepped into view like she owned the beach, slipping easily to Eric’s side. Her arm curled around his, casual, intimate. The same arm that used to loop through mine.“Pelin’s always been dramatic,” Zeynep said, smiling at him. “You know that.”I stared at her. “Get your hand off him.”She turned to me, eyes wide with mock innocence. “Why? You don’t mind, do you? We’re friends after all.”Friends.I remembered how she used to sit on my bed, whispering secrets. How she had cried on my shoulder. How she had sworn she would never hurt me.Eric chuckled. A short, humorless sound.“She’s right,” he said. “You always make things bigger than they are.”Zeynep leaned closer to him, lowering her voice just enough that I could still hear. “I told you she’d react like this.”Something inside my chest cracked.“I am not dramatic” I tried to defend myself.Zeynep shrugged. “Someone had to be honest. You’re actually exhausting, Pelin. Always so sad and needy.”Eric nodded along, like