Character: Feira Of Archeron. Page 2

- So, I'm a hunter and a thief?
He slid his hands down and clasped my knees, and he said with a sly smile:
- You are my salvation, Feira...

I know - I said that I could leave in the darkness. But I decided to fight to stay a little longer. And yet I knew that if I wanted to, it would disappear in the darkness. And maybe it would be a new world - the Kingdom of peace and quiet. But I wasn't ready - wasn't ready to go there alone. I knew that something awaits me beyond this darkness. Something good. I knew I can never go back after what I did, ' I said, and I began to wonder, could the blue eyes Kosterina burn my soul, leaving only ashes. And as soon as I broke the curse as soon as I learned that saved them, I just needed enough time to be able to send the dagger on himself. And I decided that I wanted to live, but when she killed me. I realized that not done something... something for which he was born.

I think I must have been in love a fool to allow himself to show such a small part of the Spring Yard. I think a huge area of land I was never allowed to see or hear and perhaps I would have lived in ignorance forever, like a pet. I think -- I choke on the words. I shook my head, as if vitrasa remaining. But I still said them. - I think that I was lonely and bereft of hope, and perhaps fell in love with the first man who showed a hint of kindness and protection. And I think he knew it - maybe not intentionally, but he wanted to be that person for someone. And maybe it worked for the person I was before. Maybe it doesn't work for who I am now.

A small part of me whispered that I can handle Amaranth; worry leaving from Tamlin; I was able to survive the transition into this new, unfamiliar body ... But the emptiness, the ice hole in my chest ... I wasn't sure I could survive it.

I looked like... like rage and grief and despair would eat me alive if I was hungry again. Not because of the food, but... but because of a lack of joy and life...

- So what is it that it was worth it to be saved at the cost of the lives of all the others?
When I looked at the Figure, his purple-blue eyes were as merciless as the winter and the foaming sea in the distance.
"There," he said.

But I was covered in a cocoon of darkness, fire, ice and wind, a cocoon that melted the ring on my finger as long as the gold ore is not dripped into the void, followed by emerald. I was wrapped in the power that was raging around me, as if she could hold the wall that was ready to crush me, and maybe, maybe get me a small breath of air.

It was hard for me to breathe.
I was in the trap.
Trapped inside a house. Exactly the same as Under the Mountain; again in the chamber.

The girl who needed protection, who longed for stability and comfort... she died Under the Mountain. I died, and there was no one who would have protected me from these horrors before my neck was broken. But I defended myself. And I did not, would not be able to get rid of that part of me that woke up and changed Under the Mountain.

I was glad of the peace - even if it became my burden, even if it filled my head, until, until there was nothing, except... emptiness.

Beautiful speech, disguised as sarcastic insults.