Nobody knows. Nobody feels. I scream at the sky, crying blood because of the curse.

I was cursed by the warlocks at birth, to be a servant for all my days. My souls burns inside of me as the warlock twists his hand.

“Now you see?” he asks. Quietly, slowly, so even my sluggish and hazy brain can understand. “I needed you to kill her, you told me you would. And yet I can still hear her breathing.”

“You would have me kill me own sister-as if you would easily sacrifice your own! My lord, please....”

“You are the only one I can trust. You are her sister, after all. It should be easy to kill her.”

I wrap my mind around the burning claws in my soul and rip them free. I scream and scream and scream because it hurts like nothing you will ever feel. The warlock’s face twists into a snarl.

“You idiot! You’re soul is bleeding-there’s nothing I can do. You’ll die now.” He dissolves into nothing. I stand, a little shaky. I stumble through the woods, desperate to get home.

When I reach the cottage, I grab my sister and hold her close.

“What’s this?” she asks, startled.

“I love you so much. It’s important you know that.”

“I love you too.”