It plummeted to the ground with ferocity, thudding against the sand as though it were concrete rather than a shifting, unstable surface. When her heart stopped racing Eulalie stepped closer, full of curiosity, and got a better look at the object. It was half buried beneath the sand, hard edges and metallic shine glinting in the bright sun. She leaned down, blowing away the sand with a deep breath.
The emerald encrusted necklace staring back at her made her stomach drop.
In her mind’s eye she saw it hanging around the neck of a large, obsidian cloaked man with eyes as golden as her hair. How it caught the light every time he turned his head, every move he made that she carefully watched, never wanting to anger him. When he was angry his eyes were more red than gold. That was what she remembered.
It was too late for her to run, too late for her to do more than spin out of the way when the shadow fell over her, all feathered wings and blocking the sun. Eulalie tried to still the racing of her heart as her earth brown eyes swung up to the watch the man racing toward the earth at an incredible speed. It was too late for her to run, too late for her to do anything else but swallow the fear rising up her throat and stand her ground.
Wasn’t this why she had come all the way to Solterra in the first place? To alleviate the weight on her shoulders, to break the hold over her that this past life of her still had. She feared stress would not be good for the small life growing inside her, but perhaps more than anything she feared what would happen when he noticed the roundness to her belly, the glow of her skin and the added weight of pregnancy to her curves. Above all things, Eulalie had no idea how he would react to her having started a family.
He would land, and she would find nowhere to hide in or outside herself and she would be forced to look in the eyes of the man she had escaped and had kept running from until this very moment. She would look into the eyes of the man who had held her prisoner, broke her, and she would say his name, “Albrecht,” and it would not come out as sure and strong as she wanted it to.
The emerald encrusted necklace staring back at her made her stomach drop.
In her mind’s eye she saw it hanging around the neck of a large, obsidian cloaked man with eyes as golden as her hair. How it caught the light every time he turned his head, every move he made that she carefully watched, never wanting to anger him. When he was angry his eyes were more red than gold. That was what she remembered.
It was too late for her to run, too late for her to do more than spin out of the way when the shadow fell over her, all feathered wings and blocking the sun. Eulalie tried to still the racing of her heart as her earth brown eyes swung up to the watch the man racing toward the earth at an incredible speed. It was too late for her to run, too late for her to do anything else but swallow the fear rising up her throat and stand her ground.
Wasn’t this why she had come all the way to Solterra in the first place? To alleviate the weight on her shoulders, to break the hold over her that this past life of her still had. She feared stress would not be good for the small life growing inside her, but perhaps more than anything she feared what would happen when he noticed the roundness to her belly, the glow of her skin and the added weight of pregnancy to her curves. Above all things, Eulalie had no idea how he would react to her having started a family.
He would land, and she would find nowhere to hide in or outside herself and she would be forced to look in the eyes of the man she had escaped and had kept running from until this very moment. She would look into the eyes of the man who had held her prisoner, broke her, and she would say his name, “Albrecht,” and it would not come out as sure and strong as she wanted it to.
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