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@rose-colored-fancy

Great thanks! Gosh this should be fun haha 🙂

@denali-christianson

Also, that dialogue you just had with Lorcan there just made my entire day. XD
Haha lollll XD

And thanks guys, it means a lot that you’re here for me. Even though we’ve never met face to face, I have so much fun with u guys 🙂

Lorcan

Lorcan stared at the pool of blood on the ground. Qatar’s blood.

Crikey. This was becoming more deadly by the minute.

“Now. Lets have some real fun,” the Castle boomed. “Moving onto the assassin with many names and yet still nameless.”

He felt slight shift in the air around him. Looking down, he saw groups of particles and tiny stones rolling towards him as if he were a magnet. As if suddenly, the Castle had literally centered its attention on him now. He clenched his fists.

“The assassin unworthy of leading. What shall I do with you?” The Castle wondered out loud. “Seeing as most of your morals have been eradicated, this will be rather tricky. Hmm…”

Lorcan glanced up and caught Yila’s eye. She was staring at him with apprehension. He tried to smile at her in reassurance. It was going to be okay –

“I could always make you relieve the Clash,” he stated. Lorcan’s blood froze. His muscles tensed to the point of physical pain. No – he couldn’t shop weakness now, he had to be strong-

“So many lives you took that day,” the Castle chuckled. “When the judges entered the battlefield, they were expecting some unlucky few that had lost their lives. Instead – all the contestants had been killed, and you stood in the midst of all the carnage. And you – your own father barely recognised you. Because your face was soaked in the blood of all young men you had just brutally murdered.”

Lorcan couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think – that day he had tried so hard to leave behind him was resurfacing again. Those – boys he killed – they-

“At the tender age of fifteen too,” the Castle added.

Through his blurred vision, he could see everyone’s faces. He could see their eyes. Were they afraid? Shocked? Angered?

“Yeah. I was fifteen,” he answered with a growl. Don’t show any emotion. “I didn’t know any better. Treated like dirt my whole life – all I knew was that in order to survive, to live – you had to get to the very top. No matter what. I didn’t – I didn’t know nothing – you hear me?”

The last part came out as a roar. Lorcan could feel the anger boiling over in torrents.

“Or perhaps – I could make you relieve the time you betrayed the only one who truly understood you.”

This time, Lorcan’s rage turned fiery. This Castle dared intrude on his most private, heartbreaking moments in life.

“Shut – up,” he said through gritted teeth. He wasn’t going to think about her. He wasn’t gonna think about the girl with the bright eyes and dazzling smile.

The one Yila reminded him so much of…

“She’s dead because of you, Lorcan.”

“Shut up! She’s not dead! She’s out there, she’s alive-”

“When you found out what she really was – after all the days you spent together. Playing in the sand. Exploring the cliffs. Searching for shells. When she revealed what she really was – you didn’t hesitate, did you? You went straight to your father-

“Shut up!” He slammed a fist into the ground. “I order you-

“How old would she be now? No older than Yila perhaps? Of course you’ll never know, will you?”

Lorcan was speechless as unwanted memories raced through his head. The girl he had befriended – the only light in his life – and she was gone – because of him –

“How about this? I will be generous and give you a choice – I will let you leave. You will forget about all that has transpired here and life will go on as normal – if you kill one of those two. I don’t care which. You may decide, lonely assassin.”

The air around him suddenly pushed him up, forcing him to face Niarok and Yila. Lorcan’s heart plummetted. Sweat trickled down his spine. This wasn’t happening – this wasn’t –

“Would you like to show your new friends then – what you really are?”, the Castle laughed. “Are you a man – or a monster?”