Setiana's New Life
Part 1
By Beth Wright
Illustrator: Wicked Muse Covers
Editor: Heather Badgwell
Published by Beth Wright at Smashwords
Copyright 2010 Beth Wright
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One advantage to waking up and going with my mates to morning training, is to see them all train together. Come on now, what woman alive would not want to see built male bodies, glistening with sweat as the move around like some kind of wild erotic dance. Sporting their bodies in nothing but a bikini. Wow, is it just me or is it getting hot in here? Vultar stop moving like that. Don't give me that grin, you guys know what you are doing to me. You guys are so bad. Great now they are all giving me that smile. Ugh, will the torment ever end.
"Never," Orclarus says softly as his lips brush over mine.
"When did you get up here?" I giggle as he takes me into his arms and continues the erotic assault on my lips.
"I can be anywhere at any time." He chuckles as I pull him closer.
"Really?" I take his lips by force with a more demanding approach. "Then, let's go back to our dwelling."
He chuckles softly against my lips, "As you wish, Dear."
I giggle more as I notice my other mates approaching us, "Would you guys like to join as well?"
They all laugh softly. A sudden burst of yells from the village catches our attention. "What's going on?" I ask, as I watch their faces turn towards the entrance.
"We are under attack." Karitonar soon states as they all move to hide my body from any who enter. "Sorceurons, they are being foolish to attack our village."
Vultar growls deeply, "Let's show them how foolish they are." They start to exit the training area, then stop suddenly.
Yeah you guys forgot I was here, did you not? I walk up behind them and smile as they all turn to face me.
Vultar smiles back then slowly glides his hand through his thick silky hair. "We," He stops shortly then continues, "We forgot for a second. You must understand, Dear, having a mate so sweet, innocent, and beautiful. This is all still new to us." He pulls me to him then lifts my body up into his strong arms. "I will take you to our dwelling."
Zulloclar softly adds, "We will each have two of our leader guards come and protect you while we battle."
"Fine, but if you guys die," They all stop and wait for me to continue, "I will kill you again, very slowly." I squint my eyes and give them an evil look.
They laugh, as they continue to walk. "We will not die, Love." Zulloclar says as we enter the dwelling. "We have way too much to look forward to."
Shouts break out as a fire starts right in front of us. Vultar throws his cloak around my body. I start to feel the heat as he runs through it. He stops and removes his cloak from me, “Are you alright, Love?”
“I'm fine.” I softly reply as more shouts cover the area. I turn my head slightly to see the bright burning flames. They are a wild blue, red and white combination. Almost enchanting to watch as they wave back and forth.
“Setiana,” I jump as his voice gets closer. “Setiana,” Orclarus, decends down to the ground beside us, “Are you alright, Love.” I hear his voice and even see him but for some strange reason I feel as if I am in some kind of trance. My body starts to move out of Vultar's arms. Oh my God, what is going on? Why can't you guys hear me? I scream inwardly as my body walks slowly away from them.
Vultar suddenly appears in front of me. “Love, why are you walking away from us? Are you angry with something we said or did?” His voice is deep and flowing with pain. He finally looks me in the eyes, then stumbles backwards slightly as my body pushes forward as if nothing stands in my way. “Setiana, you’re under a spell.” I feel his hands lightly grasp my shoulders to stop me. But my body refuses to stop. My hands go up and throw his away from me.
No! Why is this happening? Why would someone want to put a spell on me? My thoughts stop suddenly as a voice enters deep within me mind.
I now have control over you, Setiana. His voice is deep and commanding as he continues, Come to me, my lovely little female. His words send chills down my spine. My body still is in his command.
“We must do something, Vultar,” Zulloclar yells out. “They are taking her away.”
Vultar steps in my path once more. My other mates join him. Step after step brings my heart deeper into agonizing pain. What can I do? I see the fear, pain and torment tearing them apart from the inside out. I hate seeing them this way. Vultar and Zulloclar gently grab my wrists. But my hands slap theirs away instantly. This cannot be happening. They try once more, but fail again as my body continues to struggle away from their grasp. Vultar softly whispers in my ear, “We will not lose you, Love, no matter what happens.” His words fade as a flash of light blinds me. The blinding light wraps around my body and sends cold chills throughout it. Then silence and darkness collide as one. My heart races as I feel the loneliness creeping into my soul. They are gone. My mates are gone. Tears start to trail down my cheeks as the loneliness builds. How will I ever find them again? Noises start to filter in little by little. A low moan draws my attention to my left side. Tears still flood my eyes as I try to see who it may be. A flicker of light from my right side startles me. Slowly I glide backwards, praying and pleading. I hope there are bars or a wall behind me. Anything, other than non-stop darkness.
“Did they hurt you?” A gentle, feminine voice finally asks as my tears intensify.
I stop my backwards steps as I feel someone's hands lightly grip my arms from behind. “Who are you?” I ask as I start to cry uncontrollably.
“It is alright, Setiana.” Her voice soothes my mind. Turning slowly I soon come to realize someone turned on lights, for now the whole area is aglow.
“Now that you feel better,” She starts to say as her hands drift slowly away from my arms. “Would you like to tell me why you were crying or should I search your thoughts for the answer?”
She is the most beautiful female I have ever seen. Her face brightens up with a big enchanting smile. I cannot believe this, her eyes are not gold. They are not human eyes either, blue mystical eyes with no pupils. The most exotic blue I have ever seen. Letting my eyes explore even more of this beautiful woman I watch as her hair gently glides over her shoulders as she removes her hair piece. It held her long, white hair up into a pony tail on top of her head. Now it is cascading down her body all the way to her knees. She seems to be around the same height as my mates. Her skin is a lovely light tan color, her muscles are amazingly well defined. She has a blue and pink stripe in her hair on each side of her head, they are just as long as the rest of her hair. Her armor is very erotic. I cannot believe I am staring at another female and thinking her armor is very erotic. I really need to get out of here, where ever here is.
Soft laughter draws my attention back to her. Her eyes brighten as I blush. Great I so forgot she can mind read too. Great mind reading mates, now a mind reading erotic warrior woman. My day cannot get any better than this. She slowly glides her hand through her thick, long, straight, beautiful hair.
Then smiles at me as she questions softly, “Are you injured in any way?”
“No, no. I'm not physically harmed.” I stutter as she tilts her head slightly as her eyes trail over my body. My blood starts to boil with desire. Why? I should not be feeling this way. She is a woman. Not only that, but she is not one of my mates either. Stop it, stop it, stop it. Stupid mind, your messing up my life more than you ever have on Earth. Oh, no.
Her smile softens as he eyes connect with mine. “Battling with your own thoughts. That is very impressive, Little One.” She reaches out and lightly brushes her fingertips across my forehead. “No need to battle yourself. You are safe. I will not let them take you from this cell.” she slowly states as her fingertips glide down the side of my face.
My body shivers as her fingertips glide along my jaw bone. A deep, very deadly growl comes out of nowhere. I blink as I try to focus my mind and emotions enough to focus on the rest of my surroundings. Terror covers me as I now realize, I am in another dungeon. The low growl comes again this time deeper than the last. Scanning the area from which it came from, I find myself staring into glowing gold eyes in the cell across from ours. The eyes continue to stare as they move upward, as if who or whatever it is, decided to stand. Moving slowly to the bars I try to focus my eyes to see what it might be. Sensing what I was trying to do, seems to have put it into a more aggressive state now. Its growl deepens and grows louder while I continue to stand and watch. I sense other eyes watching me, turning around I come face to face with another cell mate. Being startled as I was, I jump and gasp in surprise. Wow, the last time I was in a cell I only had Vultar as a cellmate. Stepping slowly backwards I watch as others appear from the darkest area of our cell. There is now twelve in all standing before me. They are each different in many ways.
One of the males steps closer to me as I continue my retreat backwards. My steps are abruptly stopped by the hard, cold, steel bars now holding me in place. All eyes are on me and are not turning away. I soon hear the one across from our cell growling louder as my cellmate continues his slow steps to me.
He stops within a foot of me. I look up to see his bright green eyes looking down at me. He slowly looks past me towards the one growling. His eyes start to glow as he sends a deep, terrifying growl back at the other. This male is so much taller than any other I have met on this world, he looks to be around eight feet tall. His muscle build is much larger than any of my mates. Long black and green hair flows down his body and stops at his waist. I hear him sigh slightly as he brings his eyes back to look upon me. Bright sea-green eyes with five lines going in different directions throughout them, it feels as if he is looking deep into my very soul. I watch as his arm starts to move towards me. He stops his hand within inches from my cheek and softly says something. Looking away from his hand I look up into his wild exotic eyes once more. He speaks again this time much softer than the before. His voice is deep but not a bad kind of deep, especially when he is speaking softly. I feel something brush my left hand, looking down I find a tail there wrapping gently around my hand.
“He wishes to know if you fear him?” the beautiful female finally says as I feel her hand gently grasp my right hand. “Are you afraid of us, Little One?” I look up into her glowing blue eyes.
My heart is racing as the others start to come closer. Without warning I feel a little nudge from my daughter within my womb. I still cannot believe after only two months of being pregnant I can feel her. At some point and time I took my hands away from theirs and now they are lying protectively over my daughter as I feel her move again.
“We are not your enemy, Little One.” My eyes jump back to hers as I feel her hand brush my loose strands of hair back from my face. Her eyes flow down to my hands as she continues to speak, “We will not harm your young one.” I let my gaze drift back to the one in front of me, who is now standing even closer. Which, by the way, I did not think he could get closer than what he was. I freeze as his hand moves towards my face once again. This time I have my eyes locked onto his. His expression softens as his hand gently glides through my hair. He lets the long black strands glide slowly out of his hand. Then looks behind me once more, I listen and soon realize the growling has intensified. He himself growls and hisses some foreign words to the other one across the walkway. While his attention is on the other one I decide to try my best to figure out what he is. He has a tail, wait, he has six long, thin tails. His skin is a green blackish color. As he steps beside me, he is still talking and growling at the other. I come to notice he has big, green-blackish bat like wings. His feet are more like dragon claws then feet but his body resembles a human males. Other than the fact he is about eight feet tall.
A high pitch squealing sound brings me to my knees as I try to keep my ears covered. My one female cellmate is now holding her hands over my ears as well. Amazingly her hands seem to be blocking out all it. I honestly thought my ear drums were about to burst for a minute there. Her face is now inches away from mine as I hear her thoughts enter mine.
Sorry, Little One, I did not know they would be sending them down.
Her eyes start to glow brighter as I feel her hands slowly drift away. She seems to be focused on something behind me. Most likely the one across from us again. A lot of irritated hisses come from directly behind me. I slowly turn to find myself staring at a female with bright gold eyes. She cocks her head sideways as her eyes look towards my cellmates. Doing the same as her I find myself frightened by all of their now maddened expressions. Talk about mood swings, one minute they were all so mellow, now they look like they want blood. Her hiss brings me back to her, she reaches through the bars and grabs my wrist. With a forceful motion she pulls me hard against the bars, my chest is now in agonizing pain as she starts to twist my arm. Arms reach around me and grab hers pulling her arm into our cell. I feel the pain ease up as the one female cellmate pulls her hand off of my wrist. She cries out in pain as the male beside me pulls her into the bars. Her cry increases as another joins in and digs his claws into her arm. The feeling of nausea builds as blood starts to flow down her arm to the floor. The female holding me says something in another language to the two males, they both look down at me and slowly remove their hands from the screaming woman. I watch as she cowers back from the cell bars to the center of the walkway were more females like her are sitting, staring at us. All of them hiss and screech out words as they see my eyes turn in their direction.
From behind them I see an arm emerge from the cell. It grabs one of them by the hair and pulls the female into the bars with a horrifying thud. The claw releases her hair and lets her body drop to the ground. Horrified I try to close my eyes, but find myself stunned too much to do so. I watch in horror once again as another is brought to the cell bars and this time, not slammed against the bars but held against them. She screams, hisses and kicks as a long dragon like tail comes out through the bars and wraps around her waist. My breathe catches as I see it squeeze her to death. Her screams stop and her body goes limp. Blood trickles out of her mouth and down her body. The claw releases her hair letting her fall forward. The tail draws further away from the bars almost like it wants me to see everything. It proceeds to bring the dead body closer towards me. I scream as I feel a tail wrap around my arm. Turning, suddenly I notice the one male standing silently beside me. His eyes seem to be questioning me, but I have no idea what to say. I don't want to be here, I want Vultar so badly, I need him. No, I need all of them to save me from this hell. The dead body is now within four feet from my cell. I try to fix my thoughts onto anything other than what is going on now. But in horror I feel hands grip my shoulders. I jump as they squeeze my shoulders lightly. Turning I find the same male, his eyes are still confused. What is so confusing? You guys do not care that there is a dead body outside of our cell? It doesn't bother you that the one in the cell across from us is a killer? What is so hard to understand?
“Little One,” She lightly strokes my arm as I turn to face her. “If he did not kill them,” She pauses as the other females start to hiss and growl as she continues, “They would have killed you.”
I stumble backwards I start to grab for the bars to steady myself when I feel her arms slide around my waist. She steadies me and continues to hold onto me as tears start to escape my eyes. Why were they going to kill me? What did I do to them?
She hugs me closer to her. I feel her hand gliding through my hair as I hear another deep growl. It's him again, does he hate me. Wait, why would he kill them, to keep me safe, if he hated me. That makes no sense at all.
“He does not hate you, Setiana.” Her whisper soothes my fear as her hand continues to stroke my hair. “He is mad at us.” Shocked by her words I instantly look up and notice her smiling down at me. She laughs softly, “It is only normal for a Tellianar male to become jealous, especially when another male is touching his mate.”
Another male is touching his mate. “I know that. I have four Tellianar mates already.” I moan softly, “Did you just say I have another, Tellianar?”
Her soft laughter makes me giggle slightly as she sits down on the ground and pulls me down with her. I am use to sitting on my mate's laps, but sitting on another females lap, that is something I am not use to. Oh. My. God. He is jealous of another male touching his mate. She is the only one touching me, his growls are still very clear. He is now pacing back and forth in his cell, I hear his every movement. I feel his eyes upon me again, as I slowly come to realize something very important. “You’re a male?” My question comes out faster than I could think of it. She smiles down at me and nods her head yes. “No way.” She smiles and laughs softly as I turn fully around to look her over. “You are most definitely a female, not a male. I have four male mates, you do not look anything like them.” Her grin shows she still believes she is a male. “Come on now. What kind of joke is that?”
Her head tilts slightly then she looks towards my supposedly new Tellianar mate and says, “Then why would he be so upset with me touching you?”
I jerk backwards a little and her eyes are upon me once more. “Maybe he's delusional too.” I finally state as I hear his growls deepen as the others in our cell find their way over to us. They are all smiling at me as if they know the joke already. I turn my attention back to her and finally state, “If you’re a male. Then you’re what us humans would call a real life pretty boy.” I look her over once more and note her beautiful, erotic, warrior armor. “Ok, more like, the first drop dead gorgeous male I have ever seen.” I shake my head lightly as I try to get the thoughts of her being a male out of it. “No way possible. You’re more beautiful than me. How can you be a male?” She laughs again, this time a few more join in the laughter.
“It is true, Little One, he is a male. See the blue stripes in his hair, that means he is all male. There is nothing female about him.” My eyes adjust to the light reflecting off of the approaching male's armor. “My name is Sylem,” His steps shorten as he nears, “There are a few of us in this dungeon that are not from this world.”
His glowing blue eyes soften as he kneels down in front of me. “Why are you here then?” I quietly ask.
My hands twitch as a new noise echoes through the dungeon. Someone is now walking down the walkway. I watch as all the females in the walkway start to hiss and growl as the person approaches our cell. They all spring into action and run down the walkway further, leaving nothing behind but the two dead bodies. The cloaked figure stops at the bodies then lifts a hand and they are then engulfed in white flames. Soon there is no evidence or bodies left behind. My gasp draws his attention. He turns to our cell, he slowly steps up to the bars as he removes his hood.
My eyes widening as I take in his appearance, “A Sorceurian.” I whisper as his face lights up with a smile.
“I am pleased that you were not harmed during the battle.” His words send a icy chill down my spine.
My Tellianar is now growling louder as he tries to draw the attention of the Sorceurian to him. The Sorceurian laughs aloud and says, “You honestly think I am afraid of you?” He turns and faces my pissed off mate's cell. “What can you possibly do to me while you’re behind those bars?” Suddenly the growl deepens as his tail slowly glides out over the floor towards the Sorceurian. The Sorceurian grumbles something under his breath as he raises his hand up with fire starting to build within his grasp.
I grip my holders arm tighter as I watch and wait for the fight to begin. The Sorceurian jumps sideways as the tail lashes out to grab his neck. He swears as he throws the fire at the deadly tail.
My mates’ growl deepens as the fire hits him. His tail flicks the flame right back at the Sorceurian. Missing his head by inches, giving my mate the chance to go for his enemies throat once again. This time the Sorceurian lunges at his tail and a glowing red dagger appears in his right hand as he closes in on it. A scream escapes my mouth as I watch the glowing blade enter into my mates long black tail. He grunts softly as he throws his tail upwards knocking the Sorceurian backwards and to the ground. Blood is starting to cover the walkway between or cells, his wound is long and deep.
I loosen my grip on my holders arm as I whisper, “Why isn't he healing himself?”
She moves slightly to hold me tighter as the battle rages on. I hide my face into her shoulder as she softly speaks, “The bracers and spells they have placed on him prevent his body from healing.” Tears start to drip from my eyes as my daughter starts to go crazy within my womb. It feels like she is trying to jump right out of me.
The fight is now intensifying as both fighters are now bleeding uncontrollably. They stop suddenly as a voice rises above the commotion. “I told you to get my Beautiful One.” The new Sorceurian walks over and stands in front of the other as he continues, “I did not tell you to fight,” He looks to my mate then back. “Why are you fighting him? He is not even in the same cell as her.”
I see his gaze turn my way, instantly I turn away. The arms holding me tighten gently, as if telling me I will be alright. His voice is now in my thoughts.
I told you, you are now my Lovely Little Female.
My skin tingles slightly as I feel his gaze still on me. The cell door is now being opened slowly. The one holding me starts to stand, with me still in her arms. I feel her hold on me tighten slightly as he approaches us. The other males in our cell are now standing as well.
My mate is now going insane. I hear him slam his body against the bars as his growls intensify as the Sorceurian still continues to come closer. He stops within two feet of us as one of our cell mates charges at him. He stands his ground, not even blinking an eye as he swiftly swings his arm up and somehow blows his attacker back against the cell wall. Another one attacks and the same outcome meets him. Soon all are attacking him as the one holding me starts to lower my body to the ground. She looks down at me and speaks softly, “Stay here, Little One, do not move from this wall.” She pushes my back gently against the wall. “No matter what happens, do not move from here.” I nod my head in acceptance of her demand as I watch the fight become more violent. She places her hand below my chin and draws my attention to her as she speaks, “We will do our best in keeping you in the cell with us.” She looks towards the fight then sighs before continuing, “If we fail at this, do not drink or eat anything they give you.” As her last words escape her lips she turns and swords materialize in her hands. “Do not move from the wall, Setiana.” I watch as the fight continues on.
Something out of the corner of my eye draws me to look towards my mate's cell. I gasp as I am now finally able to see him. His appearance is by far the most different I have ever seen yet. He resembles a centaur mostly, except his tail resembles Karitonar's, large dragon type wings, of course always the golden copper colored eyes, long waist length beautiful bright red hair with a black streak on each side of his head, his upper part of his body is a nice dark tan color, his muscles are glistening with sweat. His eyes continue to focus on the fight within my cell. I should be frightened of him, well of his appearance at the least. But since he is my Tellianar and appears to want no harm to come to me, I am drawn to him. I feel the Tellianar bond pull at my heart as I catch sight of the blood still trickling down parts of his body. Then the bond brings on another pull a more seductive pull as I watch the sweat glide over his chest muscles. His chest muscles move slightly as he turns. My eyes seem to be glued to those drops of sweat, oh God, I feel like I am going to melt here and now. They move more, catching my attention that he is now facing my way. I slowly move my eyes upward and notice his locked dead onto mine. He shows no emotion as he stares back at me, but I sense his arousal of the fact that I myself am aroused. My legs start to feel weak as his head tilts sideways as he lets his eyes scan every part of my body.
Without warning his eyes dart up and away. I turn to see what he is so upset about, coming to find myself staring dead into the eyes of my captor as he grabs my waist and pulls me against his body. My scream echoes throughout the dungeon. The dungeon then comes to life as everyone in it starts to yell and bang against their cells. I try to pull away, but his arms are so tightly wrapped around me. As I struggle he tightens his hold which in turn brings pain throughout my back and waist. Out of breath and frightened to move any more, I decide to stop my fight, I don't want my daughter harmed. He chuckles as he hears my thoughts. “Good choice, my Lovely Little Female.” His arms loosen slightly, at least enough for the pain to subside. “I am not your female,” I growl back at him as he lifts my body up into his arms. “Put me down, or you will not like what I’m going to do to your face.”
He laughs softly, “If you do that, I will kill the little one you are carrying.”
Shock and fear take over my mind as his words pierce my heart, “You wouldn't dare.” Instincts kick in and I rush and cover my womb with my hands. Looking back up into his eyes I soon see that he does not seem to totally mean what he is saying. For some odd reason he seems to be making a bluff and seeing if I will follow through with it. When he notices I do not plan to risk my daughter’s life over damaging his face, he finally states, “You are different,” pausing as he walks us past all my cellmates bodies lying on the ground, they all look so lifeless. I watch the one who first protected me to see if I could catch a glimpse of her breathing, when I finally get that glimpse I sigh with relief. At least they all seem to be still alive. “I have never seen a female care about anything or anyone other than herself.” He shuts the cell door behind him, then pauses in front of my mate. “She is very unique indeed,” he laughs as my mate tries to grab the Sorceurian's waist with his tail. “Now, now old friend, I will not harm her.” He looks down to me as I continue to wrap my arms tighter around my waist, “She is a special female, who needs to be given some gifts to be even more special.”
My eyes jump up to his as I hear his words. “What does that mean?”
“Don't drink or eat anything, Setiana...” The females words escape her lips in a mere whisper, I would have never heard them if it wasn't for the fact the dungeon is deathly silent now as he turns and walks us towards the exit. I look back over his shoulder towards them. My mate is still frantically hurting himself more and more trying to get out of his cell. The female is still laying on the ground but she is pleading to me with her eyes. Her words are still floating through my mind, Do not drink or eat anything. What? Are they going to poison me?
As we leave the dungeon I watch as he carries me up and out into a brightly lit hallway, “I am not going to poison you, Lovely.” His evil grin sends my mind into instant panic. “I am just going to,” he pauses as it seems he is trying to find the right word, “improve your abilities.” His final words come out in an evil chuckle. “It will only hurt for a short time.” I jump slightly, “the little one should survive, honestly I do not know for sure if she will or not. We have never done the experiments on a human female carrying a half blooded child. This will be wonderful to see the outcome of this experiment.” He laughs softly as I suddenly freeze and grip myself tighter. “I won't let you die, Beautiful, that would be a waste.”
My eyes widen as a large wooden door comes into sight, four guards are posted at it. Two of them open it as we approach. Once inside, torches light up around the oval shaped room. Stone walls with no windows in sight. In the center of the room five leaders are standing around a man who is kneeling on the ground. His cries of pain tear at my heart as I am finally able to see who it is. My oldest brother, he falls forward and lays now on the ground groaning in agony. Tears slide from my eyes as I hear my captor’s voice, “So this is your brother? Interesting, he does not seem to be dying from the experiment.”
One of the other leaders turns his face to look at us, “No, he seems to be still fighting on nicely.” He pauses as his eyes take in what he is seeing. “You are carrying a female,” he grins slightly. “I am very surprised to see you carrying her since she is not your Tellianar.”
My captor chuckles then states, “No, she is not my Tellianar.” He starts to walk towards them as he continues, “She will be.” Hearing this I start to struggle within his grasp, which in turn draws his attention back to me. “Stop struggling, Beautiful, I told you before you are my Lovely Female.”
My brother groans, turning slightly I catch a glimpse of his eyes staring back at me, they are now changing color. Their now a golden blue color, his hand starts to glide across the floor as anger builds in his eyes. “You will not do this to my sister.” He catches his breathe as another surge of pain is visible over his handsome face. “I will kill you if you do.”
They all laugh as he starts to stand, but is soon thrown back on the ground by one movement of my captor's hand. His spell has him pinned to the ground now. My brother's cries of pain tear into my very soul as I watch him wither on the ground. Tears continue to drench my cheeks. “Do you wish for him to die, Setiana.” His words shock me so much I look towards him evil grinning face. “Do you?” The tears won't stop, they are now flowing so fast as I try to catch my breath, I finally nod no in answer to him. “Fine, then you will obey my every word.” I start to shake my head no, but he continues, “If you do not,” he surges another wave of magic at my brother. Drawing more cries of pain from him. “I will kill him.” My heart is torn into pieces. What am I going to do? I don't want him to die. I don't want my daughter to die. Someone, anyone, please help me. Please, do not kill them. I will give up my life for both of theirs.