Esteria

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Apollyon listened to her thoughts as she pondered his questions and he smiled to himself, though she wouldn’t have been able to see it. Maybe today is the day. Maybe after all this time she was ready to see him as he wanted her to see him. He focused his energy into projecting an image of himself in front of her. To him it was simple mind manipulation though he felt that it made her dizzy. After giving her time to focus he waved at her.

A man, more or less the image of a man now lingered in front of her. Standing beside her on the edge of the cliff, wind dancing with his hair as he challenged her to look. He dawned some sort of shoulder piece on top of an otherwise bare chest and trousers the shade of blood. His skin was pale and his teeth oddly sharp, but the feature that struck her the most was the shade of his hair. It was the same color that consumed her mind when she lost control, the same color that took over his vision when she tried to remember, the same color that sprung from those flowers on the day everything changed. 

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Emmy heard rustling from the tent and wondered what Esteria was up to but it wasn’t long before she saw the girl walking quickly towards her, bowl in hand. Emmy continued washing herself off as she watched the girl start to clean up her bloodied gown, the blood pooling around Esteria causing flashbacks to come. Everene. 

Esteria looked kind of like Everene in this instance, had the little girl been able to reach 13, blood around her, she could remember the smell of death. Emmy clutched at her chest as the pain emerged. It had been years but the memories still came, mostly at night though. It was almost as if her mind switched, Vayne emerging as if to protect her from the memories. 

“Stop it Esteria. Put that down and get out! You needn’t worry yourself with what I do” Vayne said walking towards her through the water. She grabbed the dress and pulled it from Esterias hands. 

As the dress was pulled from her hands droplets of blood were flung onto Esteria’s face and chest, which began to mix with the tears that had started trickling down her face. She felt heat grow from the tips of her fingers to the ends of her hair. She knew if she kept this up she knew he would come soon and take over but she swore she would not let him, not in front of Emmy and definitely not in front of this second version of her. She buried her face in her hands using the cold blood that coated them to calm her down. After a few short breaths she took them away, letting the few remaining tears to stream down her face and make paths in the blood handprints that marked her pale skin.