She came upon the house and was overtaken by the pain that surrounded the small dwelling. Tears welled up in her eyes as she entered the front door and inspected the massacre before her.
The older child had been beheaded, but not before his parents were
disemboweled. Malkia could see the torment that had set into their eyes knowing
their child was witnessing a horrifying moment. Their organs were exposed,
while their dead eyes stared bewildered at the child’s head which had been
deposited on the mantel.
Malkia’s face flushed with anger, as her rage began to build. Her
father had stepped over a line that could not be erased and as she examined the
gruesome scene, she cried out in frustration. Her angry tears flooded her eyes
and she quickly wiped them away, leaning against the wall for support.
Damon walked into the room behind her and gasped with disbelief.
Jasper’s cry was not far behind, and Malkia guessed Dario must writhing inside
with his silent response.
The war with her people was beginning and she had no idea how they
were moving so quickly. She was more powerful than they were. She had the
ability to stop them, but not when she had no idea what their next move was. Her
head spun with doubt as she studied the heartbreak before her. These people did
not have to die. They did not deserve to experience the pain and heartache,
they had felt before their last breath.
Malkia slowly followed the three men out of the dwelling, and
accompanied them to each of the three other bloodbaths. The townspeople cried
out in shock and anger, as each home was inspected and the bodies were wrapped
and moved to the infirmary.
Malkia left the last residence in a fury and raced towards the castle
walls. She had to know her sister was safe. She flew through the hallways, not
blinking as she disappeared through her sisters’ door.
The room was deathly still. She glanced over at Mataya’s bed and
noticed it was undisturbed. Her nightgown remained on the edge of the bed,
unworn. Malkia bolted over to Mataya’s powder room and yanked open the door to
a dark and empty room.
Tears ran down her face as she dashed through the castle, asking
everyone she encountered if they had seen her sister recently. One by one they
each shook their heads, but as she spoke to the last person they remembered
seeing her with Justin. Malkia was feeling the fear build in her heart as she
frantically searched every inch of the manor. Making her way through the
fortress, cringing at the necessity of entering their private conversations, it
became obvious no one knew where her sister was.
Just when she was on the verge of faltering, she stumbled upon
Justin. His body was hidden in a dark corner closet at the farthest north end
of the castle. At first he appeared to be dead, but Malkia found a faint
heartbeat. She pulled him into her light and darted back to Bella’s room.
Bella and she had become fast friends and now she needed her more
than ever. She hammered frantically on the door with her fist, sagging against
the frame with lightheaded relief when Bella answered. They positioned Justin
on Bella’s bed, and she began a healing spell, as Malkia watched in