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Sansa laid there thinking. She was a rational person. She was a healer. She felt the pain in her back from the fall but calculated that nothing was broken and there were no major injuries.
A miracle after she counted the seconds she had been weightless.
It didn't make sense.
Sansa laid there in total darkness, her eyes closed, knowing it would make no difference if they were opened.
She thought of her travels. Of the words from legends and Nova. Of Epione. Of Tryton. All of them. What they had said. She had thought of them as bits and pieces of stories, but now, she gathered them in her mind to create a whole. A collective idea.
Nova spoke of her male. Of the marks on his skin. The same marks as night- as the male she had seen just moments ago. He was not a creature of this world, Nova had whispered.
And Epione. Epione. There is a legend of another world...a dark void...of death having keepers...
Sansa still did not know the whole story. She still did not have pieces. Her mind though was convinced of one thing.
Night was here.
Somewhere, somehow, Night was here.
And she would find him.
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Sansa heard footsteps. Fear spiked in her. She was not a warrior. She had no way to defend herself. She braced herself for whatever was coming.
Slowly she rose, turning to face the approaching sound. In the distance she saw a light. The light encompassed and filled the space around, shutting out the dark. Sansa's eyes narrowed at the sudden exposure, her hand rising automatically.
She saw through the shadows the figure of a woman.
"Stumbled in have we?"
The voice sent a cold chill through Sansa. There was something sinister in the words. Something evil that made Sansa cautiously stand up to face the female properly.
She had stopped a distance away.
Beautiful would be the word most would use to describe her. Sansa felt her mind empty for a second at the surprise that came with the contrasting image to the voice she had heard.
Soft, honey colored hair billowed down to the female's waist. Large eyes that matched her hair stared curiously down at her. But there was something....missing. Something that made Sansa take a step back. She couldn't understand the appearance of the female. Something was wrong.
"I'm told you followed one of my males in here?" The female shook her head, a condescending tone taking over her features. "You chased after him?"
"I..." Sansa felt herself taking another step back. She had never feared a female before. Had never had a reason to, but alarms were ringing in her. Dangerous. Something about this female was dangerous.
"I'm looking for my mate."
There was a flicker of shock followed by anger on the female's face. And then the brief display of emotion was shut down with a thin cold smile.
"I see. But he's not here."
"He...he looked like the male...the one I was following..."
"Oh? And how did he look like him?"
Sansa stayed silent. She didn't know why, but she felt scared of what her answer could do. What affect her words would have.
"Mmmhhh..." the female placed a finger on her chin a thoughtful expression taking place.
"Follow me."
Sansa didn't want to. She looked around but realized there was nothing surrounding her. No exit.
"Follow me, or stay in the dark for eternity."
The woman turned back without a second thought, leaving Sansa with little choice.
She stayed several feet away, her mind racing. Sansa clung to the straps of her bag, grateful that she still had it with her.
Suddenly, the air around her swirled and she was on her hands and knees.
"Do you see him?"
The breath was knocked out of Sansa. Her head was still spinning from the sudden impact.
"Oh...I had to take you here to see him." The female laughed. It was a laughter that made the hair on Sansa's arms rise in fear.
Slowly, she lifted her head. Her eyes widened and a gasp left her mouth at the sight before her.
Males were lined up, all chained to a wall. Their faces were blank, eyes void and empty. Some however, were curled into a ball- pants and moans of pain escaping from them.
"Do you see him?" The female asked again.
"I...what?"
A sudden bang upon the floor had Sansa looking up. The female had slammed her foot on the ground, anger obvious on her face as it twisted it. "I won't ask for a third time," she hissed.
Sansa unsteadily rose to her feet. She looked around the room, feeling her breath grow unsteady from the pain she was witnessing. The taste of blood was in the air. The smell of death lingered here.
She wanted to leave. She wanted to go back to the time when she was in the woods.
Sansa inhaled sharply, feeling tears come to her eyes as she looked around the room.
"He's not here."
The female threw her head back and laughed. "Good! You're very good!"
She waved her hand into the air and suddenly, a spot that had been blinded by Sansa's sight appeared.
And there he was.
Night.
Sansa ran to him without thinking.
She couldn't even consider logic or the female's cruel smile that was in place.
It was Night. Night was here. Her Night.
"Night, Night, Night."
She threw her arms around him, sobs escaping her from the feel of his skin. From the long journey she had gone through to finally reach this moment.
She pulled back but...but he just stared. He only stared. There was nothing in his eyes. They were void.
"Night?"
Her hands rested on his cheeks, bringing his face to meet hers. But still, he did not move.
She turned to the female, "What did you do to him?"
She only laughed, "He's being punished."
"Punished?" Sansa turned back frantically to Night, her hands stroking his cheek, trying, and failing to make those silver eyes meet hers with some form of recognition.
"Night," tears were collected on her words. She leaned forward, kissing his cheek. Never had he allowed her to touch him this much. Never had he held still while she attempted to hold him.
"He disobeyed my orders."
"What orders," Sansa felt her whole chest hurt from looking at Night. She had never expected this. Never in all her dreams, had she expected this outcome.
"He continued to see you. He shouldn't have," the female shook her head, a slow grin spreading across her face, "but he couldn't stay away from you. He did a good job hiding you. But you're here now."
"Can you let him go?"
Sansa knew the answer before she even asked.
The female laughed. She laughed so hard, that Sansa watched as tears fell from her eyes. "Release what's mine?"
Sansa only stared up at her. She felt her grip upon Night tighten.
"I'll take his place."
The female paused. Anger came onto her suddenly. "Oh....Oh....You'll take his punishment? You'll enter that dark void that he's in? The eternal hell of flames licking at you? Tasting you? To die over and over again? You think you're a Saint!" she shouted her last words at Sansa.
Sansa felt herself flinch from the sudden increase in volume.
"No," the female whispered.
There was no warning. Just a cloud of dark smoke before the female was gone.
Sansa was alone with Night. She was alone with the other males who cried out in pain.
She was alone in this hell.
Okay, did I drop a jaw hanging "wwwhhhattt?" (If not then just ignore me hahaha) If you are confused then just hang in there with me - I can't explain it all at once ;)
(And please. Do not tell me this is not logical or makes no sense. People. You are reading a werewolf story. I don't want to hear it.)
Thank you for reading! ♥
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