บททั้งหมดของ The Secret Moonbird, Hellblades Series Part 2 of 3: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Manolya’s POVThe mental chains closed around my wrists, cold and precise.I turned my head just enough to see Pelin standing free again.Her chest was still rising fast, her eyes glassy, but she was atleast standing. When our eyes met, relief hit me, I felt so grateful.If she made it, maybe I could too?For one heartbeat, I forgot everything else. Pelin was safe that was all that mattered.Then Libra’s presence shifted, and the relief curdled into dread.My turn.“Do you know why you are here, Manolya?” Libra asked softly.Her voice wasn’t cruel. That made it worse.“Yes,” I said, my throat felt tight. “I know.”She tilted her head. “Then say it.”I swallowed. My hands trembled inside the shackles.“I hate my father,” I said.The words burned on the way out.“I hate what he did. And what he didn’t do. I hate that he looked away. That he chose himself. That he let my mother Rüya die.”The air thickened.“But that’s not the fear,” Libra murmured. “That is only the wound.”My breath st

Manolya’s POVMy father wailed, his forehead pressed against my mother’s cold hand, the smell of her blood mixing with the fading sweetness of Bahar’s perfume.“He is broken,” Libra’s voice drifted through the carnage, cool and tempting. “But is his regret enough to pay for her silence? Look at his hands, Manolya. They are the reason yours are empty.”I looked.His hands shook.My throat tightens, my eyes burned.“He didn’t mean to,” I whispered, though the words felt like ash in my mouth.“And yet, she is gone,” Libra stepped into my line of sight, her eyes reflecting the flickering shadows. “You have the blade. You have the right. Why leave his soul to Allah when you can take it yourself? Feed the hunger, little bird. End the cycle by becoming the end of him.”I see the knife in my hand.I don’t know where it comes from, but it’s there, and it feels right.I raise it, and in that moment, I know what I have to do.I stab my father over and over again, pouring all the anger, the betra

Manolya’s POV“Oh, I almost forgot… To find the moonbird and bring its journey to an end: I fly without wings, I cry without eyes. Wherever I go, darkness dies. What am I, can you surmise?”She giggled, that awful familiar sound “If you guess wrong…” she teased. “I will eat you two on the spot” she said and purred low. Pelin took a step forward and squeezed my hand.Then Pareia morphed into that stunning woman again, dressed in bronzed Armour, dark ebony skin and flowing hair.Pelin stepped forward, with her jaw tight. “If you pull one of your damned tricks again, I don’t know what I’ll do to you.” She hissed.Pareia paused, then let out a low laugh she didn’t bother hiding. “Always so fierce, Pelin,” she said, clearly amused. “It honestly suits you.”Pelin stiffened.Pareia’s eyes flicked over her with unusual interest. “You’re a lucky one. Someone will make very good use of that fire one day.”Pelin shot upright, heat rushing to her face. “W-what does that even mean?”Pareia only wi

Manolya’s POVShe dropped her head instantly, reflexes snapping into place before her brain caught up.She froze, then slowly looked back at me. “Stop that! You almost gave me a heart attack!”I grinned, breathless. “Hey, I was doing you a favor. That thing could take your head clean off.”She smirked. “Good. I’d hate to survive demon trials just to lose to a chandelier, that my friend would have been even more tragic”We both burst out laughing, the sound wild and a little unregulated, like our bodies hadn’t realized yet that the fighting was over.After Pelin was finished I barely made it to the shower before peeling off my clothes on the floor. warm water washed the sweat and grime away.When I stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, steam curling around me, I finally felt human again.Pelin was sprawled across the bed like a corpse, staring up at the ceiling.“I forgot what bliss and silence felt like,” she exhaled.“I forgot what clean sheets felt like,” I replied.Then I

Manolya’s POVThe second we stepped into the car, Adem turned toward Pelin, his expression was of frustration and concern. “Hey, sis, why didn’t you tell us you were out on a quest?” he asked, his voice visibly annoyed.“I’m sorry,” I interjected quickly, feeling the weight of his words. “It was me who wasn’t ready. I’m sorry, I couldn’t face anyone so I told Pelin not to tell.”Adem’s face softened for a moment. “It’s okay, Manolya. We understand. Right, Adlee?” he said, glancing at his twin brother.“Sure, sure!” Adlee grumbled, still half asleep after eating too much breakfast and the previous long car ride, his eyes barely open. “He wasn’t really paying attention, still a little sleep-drunk.”“Manolya,” Adem continued, his tone now gentler, “you know we really missed you. We never thought in a million years we’d spend our summer this way… it’s been weeks of suffering and torture.”He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We’re just glad you’re okay. We love you, you know?”A t