5. AERWYNA

Dazzling blue coloured air twirled her limp frame. She felt her limbs melt by the power around her and her pain subsiding with every passing second. She was not in her consciousness and soon sleep embraced her. She felt like falling into the deep dark pit, which is leading her to nothing but darkness. The power melting into her veins either making her strong or vanishing into thin air. The air around her mesmerizing her.

"What are you doing Aerwyna?" A whisper rang. Serene, thin voice lulled her caressing her thoughts.

She blinked her eyes saw darkness surrounding her. Blue flame setting her body on cold. Feeling the coldness seeping into her body, she exhaled heavily. Fingers shaking violently against her wound, pressing it harder. The pain burning into her muscles. Tears lined in her ears as she gulped a sob.

"You cannot give up like this." The whisper echoed in the darkness making her jerk her head towards the source but all she saw was darkness. Her pupils turning icy cold, numbness making a home in her beating organ. Power vibrating in every cell of her body.

"Your kingdom is waiting for you. Only you can save your kingdom." Again, she heard the voice and in the next second she heard a sound of a droplet. Feeling her hands floating in water, she sensed it, the water around her floating but all she saw was darkness. And that darkness suffocated her. It choked her.

"Do you feel suffocated, Aerwyna?" Asked the same voice. It came closer as if near her ear. Feeling dizziness crawling on her spine, exhaled a heavy and shaky breath.

"This is what your kingdom feels without you. Come back to you your kingdom, save it from the people. Aerwyna you are the Queen, don't let them finish your kingdom." A warning rang against her ears, it was ringing again and again.

"Save it."

Echoing against her skin.

"Save your kingdom."

A warning ringing in the air.

"You are the Queen."

Whisper setting body on cold fire. Seeping coldness a d numbness into her heart, turning it cold for people.

She jerked her eyes open as small beads of sweat covered her head. Her breathing were harsh and she couldn't get hold of her breathing. The more she inhaled, the more suffocated she felt. Her mind went hazy for a minute and she forget count of the minutes she spent on that cold floor.

Her shaky fingers raked through her loose tendrils. Remembering something, she jerked her hand went to her stomach, but she didn't felt any pain.

Astonishment surrounded her mind and she looked for her wound but didn't even found any single scratch. Dried blood was evidence of her wound. But there was no wound on her stomach. She wasn't even feeling any pain, where she was stabbed, neither was there a scar of the gash.

Feeling her head spinning she leaned on the the cold floor. Her cotton top rising, making her skin touch the cold. A shiver run down her spine from the cold and hard touch of the floor.

"Oh my God! I think I am going crazy." She cried with frustration curling fist around her hair roots.

"What's happening with me?" She questioned herself but she herself couldn't find any answer of this question.

Tears of frustration dropped from eyes on by one. And she cried clutching herself, turning into a ball. Sobs raking through her body violently.

"I am surely dreaming". Her eyelids fell heavy against her eyes. Black spots slowly covering her sight. Mind spinning as she, curled her fi her fingers tightly in her hairs.

"No," these were her last words before sleep consumed her.

~~

He stretched his arms. The soft mattress beneath him giving satisfaction of comfort. But, his mood went sour when he remembered that incident. Guilt empowered his heart and he felt like someone pierced his heart.

Breaths quickened as a picture of Aerwyna laying limp on the ground surrounded by her own blood pool. A buzz rang in his ear, snapping his eyes shut he tried to get the picture out of his head.

"This , this feeling will go away." He assured himself glaring at the ceiling wall. Gripping the sheets tightly, he jerked them away from him.

Deciding to refresh his mood he went to take shower.

Stripping out of his clothes he closed his eyes and turned on the shower. Her words echoed in his head and mind making him grumble under his breath. He remembered the twisting pain of her face when he stabbed her, he remembered her dropping on the floor with blood all over her stomach. She haunted him, her memories haunted him. He felt terrified for his deed.

Tilting his head he tried to get under shower more, so that the water droplets could wash away his memory.

But, her face chased her down the lane to the scary part of his life. Breathing huge pants he turned off the shower and stepped out of it.

He never knew that his numb heart will feel something again, ever. But now it did, and he didn't like this, this feeling which is making him go weak on his knees. He is known as the carbon copy of his great-great grandfather.

Ruthless, cold-hearted pirates.

"This feeling has to go away, and if it doesn't then she has to go away, far away from this world." He huffed looking at his reflection in the mirror. His pale face hurt him more.

"No, she is nobody to make me know how it feels to have feeling. I will not let it happen." He grumbled as rage kicked in and he messed up his own room.

~

"If someone asks me, what my toxic trait is, I will yell on their faces that my toxic trait is complaining. I like to complain. Complaining is my goal!" She roared to no one in particular, as she was alone in her apartment and was cleaning it because she decided to not go to university.

"I sometimes think I am punished for nothing in particular. Ughh!" Gritting her teeth she moved the sofa. The event from yesterday revolving around her brain but she tried to not focus on it.

She even remember the haunting, cold voice; It made her heart beat faster. She wouldn't even go to toilet.

Her doorbell rang making her alert. She tip toed towards her door and stood there quietly. Trying to see who was outside.

"Who is there?" She asked not been able to get a clear view.

"The landlord." answered the mann stuffing his hands into his pocket. Fluffy jacket tightened over his upper body.

Opening the door with a big grin plastered on her face she greeted him.

"Good, good morning!"

"Morning, I heard some ruckus going on, yesterday evening." He directly confronted her, without beating around the bush.

"Oh you did? I heard too! I was so scared to even come our to look, what was happening." she exclaimed faking her reaction.

"So, that wasn't you?" He asked with deep frown settled on his face. Noddin,g as if comprehending the situation.

"Why would it be me? I go to college and I have so much on plate other than creating a ruckus. Do you know, now a days they are giving us pen drives which have already prepared notes. This world is moving to fast. And do you know that we have to submit our assignments through app, like online. They don't need hard copies now a days!" She ranted the current affairs to him.

"Yeah, it is. Your due date is near." He reminds her in-between her rant.

"I actually know that, I have even marked it on my fridge. Don't worry I'll pay you, soon." Saying this she closed her door gently., waving him bye.

"Son of a pretty woman!" Gritting through her teeth she threw the microfibre wiper on the floor. And crashed her body on the sofa.

"I guess it was a dream, because, nah I don't it is worth wasting my time to decide, if that was a dream or not.

But," She stressed 'b'.

"The only reason I am alive is because I am not dead and I am too lazy slash coward to suicide. And even if I did, there's no guarantee I will succeed, and if I don't succeed I will end up in a locker." She gathered up her theories into the air as different emotions filled her heart.

Feeling tired from all the commotion going in her head, she scrolled news media on her mobile phone.

Bold wide headlines caught her eyes, making them shine with mirth hiding behind a cold fire of revenge.

"The Hudson Clan has finally decided to host a ball party to celebrate the 'Female Pirates 71th birthday party"

The clan has decided to show up again with ideas of lavish party throwing around years. This is one is the biggest of them all as they are going to celebrate The "Female Pirate's 71th birth.

Many theories have been popping since the announcement of the party. The youngest heir in line has also been in news articles for a while. The heartthrob of the family. Denzel Ansaldo Hudson. Many girls have been dying to get a closer look to him.

His presence will be awaited by many on 27th September night..."

Her lips curled in to wide smile slashing her cheek bones. Cold fiery fire burned into her finger tips as she tapped aggressive against the shiny screen of her mobile checking her bank balance.