Harlow was not alone.
She was pulling on something behind her, and it was covered with a brown item of clothing. It gave off a very cold, dreadful, and deadly aura, reminding Raziah of the object she had seen sitting in her parent’s room, although this one seemed...much more stronger.
"Wait!" Harlow yelled again just as she saw Aragon relentlessly moving down on the Queen.
His body language and his movements never strayed nor halted the second time. Nothing would stop him this time, and Aragon smashed his foot on Mirabai’s second leg, and the Queen cried in so much pain.
"No one tells me what to do...," Aragon stated, infuriated by the Crown witch.
Harlow looked very sick. Her metallic grey hair had turned white, and her skin was all wrinkled and pale. The way she moved, it was very obvious that she had only a limited strength and an even limited amount of time left to live.
What the hell was happening to her?!
"You’re with them, aren’t you?" Harlow struggled to break, breathing hard.
Aragon did not look one bit interested in her. In her condition, a simple human child would beat her black and blue. But, what Aragon was interested in was whatever she was pulling inside the small wheelbarrow. One could see it glowing through the cloth covering it.
"Leave the Queen alone. You can have this instead," Harlow said, motioning at the strange object, "This is what we’ve been working on, for many months. We were planning to have a peace treaty soon once this project was completed, for peace to reign between the two dominant supernaturals living in this world. My Kind does not want to fight anymore!" Harlow announced.
For what felt like hours, no one moved. Except that, it was just a few minutes that has passed.
"What is that?" Raziah whispered.
"An energy core." Malcolm replied, also gazing at the glowing object beneath the clothing, "I believe it would give each individual that consumes even the tiniest of it, unbelievable power."
"But wouldn’t that give them the upper hand?"
"I believe so,"
"Why is it emitting so...much cold? It’s freezing," Raziah added again.
"I do not know. That was how it was built, probably,"
Raziah’s gaze shifted back to her mother who did not look any better than before. Mirabai remained lying there, beginning to feel numb in so many places. She had thought about the countless times...since two years ago.
When she had been kidnapped...and used.
The experience was glued in her memories, haunting her many times.
As she lay there on the floor, tears rolled down her eyes. All she could think about was her daughter, and if the kids had made it out alive.
But as soon as she saw Harlow step out looking like that, so much fear had gripped Mirabai even more. If Harlow was dying, then that means the magical box has always begun to lose its powers. Damn it!
She has to move. She had to go and find the children...and Fast!
But how was she supposed to get past this monster looming over her? The monster that was made out of that innocent boy.
A low rumble reverberated down Aragon’s throat, "That object you have there...was the cause of the explosion earlier, am I right?"
Harlow swallowed, "Yes,"
"Why did it explode?"
"I was merging two parts of it to form one,"
"And I’m guessing merging them took more from you than you had bargained," Aragon chuckled deeply as he said that, enjoying the conversation, "Crown Witch Harlow, Looking at you like this...I don’t think any witch has ever seemed more pathetic. Do you really think giving us an energy core is enough for us to throw away all the hatred and sign the peace treaty?"
Harlow panicked, "You have to! Having this at your disposal would give you guys all the power you want. It would make you many times stronger. We have nothing else to give!"
A mocking smile appeared on Aragon’s face, "You will never have anything to give." He stared at the object again, "But we would acknowledge your efforts just this once, and I will take that object with me. It just doesn’t change anything,"
"That is not fair!" Harlow screamed but fell to her knees as her strength wavered even more.
"Nothing has ever been fair,"
Mirabai wasted not another second. She pulled out a dagger from her dress with her good arm and stabbed Aragon right in the foot. Immediately, she pulled it out and stabbed him once again but nothing could ever get her ready for the eye-rolling kick that hit her right in the face, bursting open her nose and lips.
It didn’t just burst them open. It had her flying a few feet away from Aragon.
"Mother!" Raziah cried again, but thankfully Malcolm still had a firm hold on her lips.
Aragon had thought something had been tickling him, only to look down and see that she had stabbed him with a silver dagger.
The... Silver dagger. Where did she get it from?
Malcolm found it strange that they’d been here for a while now, and not a single Vampire had stepped into the area. There was only one explanation for that. The shirtless man’s unearthly aura was keeping them away...they were just as scared of him as everyone else was.
"Do you think you are in any position to do that?" Aragon walked over to Mirabai and grabbed a handful of her hair, "Not after what you did to me. Have you forgotten what you did to me?!" He pulled hard, as hard as he had been pulling his own hair earlier.
"Stop hurting her! She’s never done anything to you!" Harlow cried out aggressively. She’s never felt so weak in her life. So weak that she couldn’t even cast the simplest of spells.
She thought that as soon as the Vampires saw the object and how powerful it was, it would be enough to change their minds and end the stupid war of witches and vampires always killing each other.
But Harlow had never been more wrong.
No, maybe she had just met the wrong person to offer the object to.
Harlow’s words irked Aragon so bad that Harlow only felt so much pain on her face, and the impact sent her flying across the space, slamming into a hard wall. Blood ran down her lips, and she struggled to look up through her blurry vision to see Aragon still pulling on Mirabai’s hair.
He was pulling on it so much that blood was running down the Queen’s face, and she was beginning to look lifeless.
The man was playing with her. He wasn’t ready to finish her off just yet. He was planning to give her a slow death.
"You... know who I am, Don’t you?" Aragon groaned, forcing Mirabai to look at him.
But Harlow knew he wasn’t talking to the Queen, "Of course, I do!"
Aragon then smirked and looked straight at where Harlow was still struggling to get back on her feet, "And that simply means that you cannot leave here alive." And a throaty chuckle and insane laugh gurgled out of this throat.
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