Ronan stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
"Imagine Vera, you could be the youngest queen in history. Only fourteen, all that power you'll have," his smooth voice paused, "all you have to do, is kill mother, and you'll take her place. You'll be queen, and I, I will be king. It will be glorious, ruling side by side for all eternity." His voice sounded so alluring. Dark thoughts swirled through my head, and dark feelings filled my body. I had already killed our sister with his urging; he said it would bring me closer to being queen; to having power. He wiped his finger down my thin cheek, making a line through Isidora's blood. "It smells good, doesn't it? Isidora's flesh was delicious, imagine the taste …show more content…
“Oh god of the south, we summon and call upon thee to protect us in our rite. Come warm our souls and awaken our spirits.”
He cupped his hands and a flame appeared.
“I live in embers and appear from lightning. I can bring you warmth or burn you.”
He set the flame into a bowl that sat on a pedestal before him.
“God of the south, return now to the dying fires of summer's last flame.”
He turned to the west.
“God of the west we summon and call upon thee to protect us in our rite. Come quench our thirst and heal our wounds.”
He dipped his hands into a pensive of water before him, then raised them above his head. He let the droplets rain down upon him.
“My tide rises with the moon. My tears fall from the sky. I can cool or I can drown you.”
He wiped his hands off on a piece of cloth sitting next to the pensive.
“God of the west, return now to the ocean depths from which you came.”
He then turned back toward us. I looked into his face. He remained unaged like all dryads do. His eyes were filled with spiritual power.
“Goddess of the north, Mother of Earth, we summon and call upon thee to protect us in our rite. Nourish us and bring fertility upon our king and queen.”
He dipped his fingers into a box of
"Imagine Vera, you could be the youngest queen in history. Only fourteen, all that power you'll have," his smooth voice paused, "all you have to do, is kill mother, and you'll take her place. You'll be queen, and I, I will be king. It will be glorious, ruling side by side for all eternity." His voice sounded so alluring. Dark thoughts swirled through my head, and dark feelings filled my body. I had already killed our sister with his urging; he said it would bring me closer to being queen; to having power. He wiped his finger down my thin cheek, making a line through Isidora's blood. "It smells good, doesn't it? Isidora's flesh was delicious, imagine the taste …show more content…
“Oh god of the south, we summon and call upon thee to protect us in our rite. Come warm our souls and awaken our spirits.”
He cupped his hands and a flame appeared.
“I live in embers and appear from lightning. I can bring you warmth or burn you.”
He set the flame into a bowl that sat on a pedestal before him.
“God of the south, return now to the dying fires of summer's last flame.”
He turned to the west.
“God of the west we summon and call upon thee to protect us in our rite. Come quench our thirst and heal our wounds.”
He dipped his hands into a pensive of water before him, then raised them above his head. He let the droplets rain down upon him.
“My tide rises with the moon. My tears fall from the sky. I can cool or I can drown you.”
He wiped his hands off on a piece of cloth sitting next to the pensive.
“God of the west, return now to the ocean depths from which you came.”
He then turned back toward us. I looked into his face. He remained unaged like all dryads do. His eyes were filled with spiritual power.
“Goddess of the north, Mother of Earth, we summon and call upon thee to protect us in our rite. Nourish us and bring fertility upon our king and queen.”
He dipped his fingers into a box of