╔∘ ★ ∘═══════════════╗ ⠀⠀the greatness of Zane chronicles chapter 2 Zanes POV 14 years of age ╚═══════════════∘ ★ ∘╝ ‼️WARNING! some blood and talk of whipping and arena battles‼️ I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my knuckles stung as blood dripped from them onto my clean sheets and I was still holding back tears. I knew my father always said tears where for the weak but sometimes I wished I could simply let them go, but if my father walked in and saw them I would receive a severe whipping or worse. Im not sure how long I lay there, it felt like hours but could have merely been a few minutes. The bustling crowds of the capital echoed in through the open window, people talking, horses pulling carts through the magnificent cobble streets, merchants advertising their goods to any passerbyer willing to listen. It was exhausting yet beautiful all at the same time and I wasn’t sure if I should close the window or not when I heard a soft knock at the door echoing through my plain room. “Who is it?” I asked, my voice didn’t shake but it was raspy from breathing through my mouth since my nose was clogged from the rising tears. “Rosemary.” my little sisters voice was like music to my ears at the time and I quickly sat up in bed. “Come in… please.” I told her quietly. For a second I wasn’t sure she heard me when I heard the door click and she slowly stepped into the room. She was still in the beautiful red dress from dinner, the edges where covered in beautiful red jewels and a few roses where braided into her hair. Her eyes where sad though as she walked towards me and sat next to me on the bed taking one of my bleeding hands and carfully studying it. “Zane.” she said quietly, she waited until I met her eyes before she continued. “Im not sure what’s going to happen tomorrow… but Im sure you’ll be ok. Your stronger than you realize.” she began to bandage my hand and I felt tears finally beginning to roll down my face. I looked away. “Ye don, understand Rose.” I whispered. “He’s makin’ me fight a fully grown warrior in there. He’s doin’ it cause he thinks Im failin, Rosemary! ITS NOT FAIR!” I accidentally yelled the last words and instantly regretted it, but Rosemary didn’t seem to mind she simply tied the bandage around my first hand and took my other, in the process making my turn my tear stained face towards her. “Zane, I know your scared, so am I, but I need you to believe in yourself. If not for anything else, do it for me. Please Zane you cant give up on yourself, I still need you.” She was crying to now and as soon as she finished my other hand I pulled her into a hug. We both sat there for a minute in tears, I knew at that moment I couldn’t give up, my little sister needed me and I couldn’t leave her alone. Finally she pulled away rubbing her red eyes. “I have training in the healing wing tomorrow morning, I should get some sleep.” she whispered. I nodded unable to sleep as she walked towards the door but just as she was about to close it and walk away I called. “Rose?” I said. She turned around. “I wont give up.” I told her. She smiled sadly and quietly closed the door. I stared at it long after she left but finally I settled into bed, I needed rest if I was going to survive tomorrow.
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