Ambrosia, Scene v1

A new record! I'm the kind of person who gets easily distracted, so I tend to take a long time to write something, but I managed to finish this in 41 minutes! (Yes, I know it's still long). This takes place after The Smile of a Princess.

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Kismet watched Delphi sleep, her chest rising and falling. Somehow she always managed to become mesmerized by the young princess' peaceful slumber. She broke from her spell when a subtle whisper tickled her ear. She strained to make sense of it, but it was of no use. Her eyes scanned the room warily. The room was just as it had been hours ago when Delphi first closed her eyes.

Again the haunting whisper came, louder but still incomprehensible. Kismet crept about the room on light feet. The dim red moonlight seeped in through the closed glass-paned window. Shadows loomed about the room, shadows that were all too familiar to the sleepless Catheran.

Upon the glazed wooden surface of Delphi's jewelry table lie a new stone that Kismet has never seen before. It seemed to dimly shimmer a blood red in the darkness, a haunting beauty that drew her closer. She found herself reaching for the stone, possessed by her curiosity. The smooth polished surface felt warm to the touch. She could've sworn it felt as though it were pulsing, as though it were alive. Gazing closer into the stone, an overwhelming heat surged through her. She screamed in agony as her vision escaped her. Clinging tightly to herself, her blood felt as though it were boiling, her core felt aflame, as she was enveloped in darkness.

Beyond the darkness she heard Delphi call out her name... screaming. Her screams soon died out, and the shouts and cries of several people deafened Kismet's ears. Her blood began to cool, her body felt doused, and her vision returning. She found herself being restrained, her captors' faces a blur.

Delphi, still lying on her bed, was surrounded by a small group of people. Kismet trembled in shock when she caught a glimpse of young princess' half-eaten body. Her sleeping gown, once a heavenly white silk, was now drenched in a deep red. A pool of blood formed below the tip of her hand, which dangled lifelessly from the side of the bed. From the bed was a trail of blood. Kismet traced it with her eyes as it led to where she was being restrained. She looked at her hands, covered with fresh blood. A surge of horror shook her body as she slowly licked her lips.

The warm crimson blood tasted like ambrosia.

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