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Capítulo 00
Era escuro como o pelo mais negro de um animal, macio como uma petição de rosas estendida aos olhos da morte, exatamente leve e refrescante, mas o gosto amargo era frustrante, ecoando em sua língua, o apelo do arrependimento a fazia mover as pontas dos dedos, a cerejeira que cobria seu corpo, parcialmente vermelha com o tom de seu sangue escuro, a lembrava de que suas decisões a haviam trazido onde estavam.
Ela não podia culpar sua criação, nem podia culpar sua infância, pois ela tinha sido criada por uma mãe doce e generosa, uma mulher que foi descoberta como uma profetisa, uma dama que no fundo era dona do Dom da Visão. Sua mãe tinha conseguido há muito tempo impedir a queda não só de sua família, mas também de todo o reino, mas ela, oh ela, cometeu um dos maiores erros de sua vida, que foi acreditar cegamente no amor, e nos chifres que ele trazia consigo.
—…. Como pude ser ingênuo o suficiente para não… perceber que estaria condenado… se o fizesse.
A garganta da jovem se rasgou enquanto ela respirava seu próprio sangue, era como se a natureza a estivesse culpando por seu erro tolo, que lhe custou a própria existência.
On the white pink snow that darkened as the puddle grew deeper, it was cozy, the cold that ran through her beautiful body only said that at that moment she would have nothing or no one, no family or friends, allies or abandoned loves; her beloved or lady were killed, her best friend acted, her general and friend were betrayed in war, the suitor born to be her husband and guide on the journey disappeared after her failed choice to the third prince who betrayed her with her cousin and together stabbed the noble and imposing name that her ancestors fought for to make a difference among the people!
Between good and evil, now her entire kingdom was ruined in the hands of the man she swore to love and protect, the same one who made a pact with evil itself to set up an agreement in which his life was given so that his name would have value, power and ambition, thus installed in the kingdom of the four seasons. Where the kingdom the scent of the flowers were like medicines that cured spells and poisonings Now all destroyed by the tip of his sword used to damage his entire home.
—My fault, damn it….my fault…. My mother would be ashamed of the foolish lady I have become…her sacrifices and struggles against evil and betrayals…she…overcame everything and I only sank after her departure…. I was foolish and negligent…. I was stupid and inconsequential….
She cried with difficulty.
—Even she….who loved another, got married….for convenience….learned to love the one who made her suffer…..all to level my well-being….my future….and here I destroyed it…..for a flawed and dirty love….
She had no one to turn to or anyone to intercede for, there were only tears of regret and pitiful feelings of guilt for her people, women, men, children and old people were under the power of her tyrannical husband!
Who, speaking like that, made her vomit her own blood, poisoned by that cursed drink. If she had known that being so naive to human feelings would lead her to a shitty death full of resentment and flaws, she would have been a better and gentler person. When her trusted person had warned her of the suspicion of betrayal, she would have ripped out her damned heart and thrown it to the animals of the underworld!
She would have locked him up, ripped it out of her own chest, now pierced by a genuine dagger engraved in Jade and ruby tourmaline, a crystal given to her by her father. She saw many atrocities committed against her people inside the palace. She was abused. When she refused to sleep with a disgusting and insectuous murderer, she was locked up for days without eating anything, hiding the marks of her violence and her bad character. Now, here on the flat clearing, she had no one to ask permission to cry or scream!
She had no one to say "allow me to cry for my misfortune!!!" Because there was no one to say, "Cry, child! Just cry your pains, don't be afraid, I'll be here!!" She didn't have her mother, or the emperor, or ladies, or even the man who, despite being cold, is harsh with her, wasn't there to make her blush with shame or almost faint with laughter. It was the opposite, she was alone and with no one by her side.
—Why? No... I expected that!
A colossal male voice whispered, making her tremble. She didn't know who it was or who it belonged to, but she knew that he would be her only company until she died.
—…. No…. I expected…?? What can I say if I don’t know him..
How can I judge an animal by its appearance? …… I’ve already learned that I am…. cough
The cough went on for a long time, causing him to cough up a good amount of blood. His body didn’t move, he couldn’t feel his feet, legs, thighs or waist, there was no touch in the palms of his hands or arms, he was dying, yes, in perhaps seconds or minutes more he was starting to faint at the sound of a voice whose bearer he couldn’t see.
—Are you afraid?? Are you in agony? Do you want to live again?
the voice asked, still mockingly, the young woman had to pay for her naive and idiotic actions, she didn’t want a second chance, she had ended her life herself! Someone else was more worthwhile!
—Tsk…… No…. I don’t want revenge, by going back I would be making a…. Big mistake with the laws…. Natural.
—So? You don’t want anything? Are you stupid enough not to make a request when you have the right to it? You really are pathetic!!! Anyone would want to live, take revenge and you have the chance and you don't! Maybe your death will be a relief to your people!
The boom of the voice made a tall and imposing male figure appear on the white snow, a tremor in the ground made the blood spill in drops like those of jewels in tears. The young woman with her face turned towards such a being noticed his black cloak like absolute darkness with the hem full of ornaments in gold, silver and cerafin! It was velvety and precious, it was luxuriously astonishing to the eyes but nothing compared to the staff accompanied by the large and perfumed hand, turned in rings and power.
—….Who…. Is it you? Death?
—It may be, it may not be! I have no idea since it is not the point! You only have three more minutes to live! Do you wish for something or do you just continue with such insignificant thoughts?
—You're right....not even in front of a being....greater can I stop being so foolish....what a pathetic person I've become
Ele observou a beleza diante da morte, seus olhos eram de um roxo avermelhado, sua boca estava rasgada pelo frio intenso, mas seus lábios carnudos podiam ser vistos, seu corpo petrificado pelo gelo, seu sangue que a banhava em uma poça agora cristalina devido à intensidade da temperatura, o ser abaixado, tocando seu queixo, esperando por uma resposta patética! Mas ele não esperava o que viria.
—Na... realidade... eu concedo... um único pedido!..... No futuro, não importa o que aconteça... se um descendente, que carrega... cof... cof... um único fio... tiver a escolha de um v...
Porém, nada estava finalizado, sem brilho ou cor aqueles olhos de um verde quase negro pararam de se mover, aqueles lábios rosados congelaram e a respiração já calma não existia mais! O ser então tirou seu manto, revelando seus longos e ornamentados chifres. Um sorriso direto lhe disse que ele obteria uma alma do futuro, assim como as antigas escrituras haviam dito. Tudo o que ele precisava fazer era encontrar aquela alma para que pudesse tomá-la para si!
—Menina tola! Você nem tentou salvar aquele que você disse que amava tanto! Em vez disso, você me deu uma alma deliciosa e pura. Devo agradecer por ter te mandado para o purgatório, para que talvez os deuses soubessem o que fazer com você!
E assim ele fez, deixando para trás um corpo frágil e fraco pregado ao gelo de sua própria existência inútil. Uma lágrima cristalina caiu em seu rosto, que não expressava nada além de arrependimento por fazer as escolhas erradas, mesmo à beira da morte.
Mesmo diante dele, a morte continuava cometendo erros, incapaz de justificar suas próprias ações fracas e fragmentadas.
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