Velinthria Lightwhisper

The Crucible

During the night while the other two women were still asleep in their bed, again Veli bolted up in the comfortable bed that Nora had allowed her to stay in, slapping her hand over her mouth to prevent the scream from escaping her lips. She thought to herself that she was being such a rude guest to accept a bed but not even think to sleep in it. Her chest, feeling like someone had taken the weight of the world inside a bag and laid it upon her chest, making it nearly impossible to breath. 

She allowed herself to feel safe, she was really enjoying herself last night. The Vicar was an impressive sight to watch him work and she had already started to feel an incredible respect for him even despite only meeting him a few days ago. The warm feeling inside of her faded as her mind quickly went to the attack that her father had waged against her. Her eyes welled up with tears and she felt her heart beat so hard that it felt like it would rip through her chest. The spot where the dart went into her back still ached, it felt like it would forever. 

She knew there was trouble, she felt it coursing through her for the entire night. Her actions weren’t that of a deacon, and she was wondering after she was all well how hard the Vicar would come down on her. But the only thing now she could feel was the pain of that dart entering into her back. Veli sat there in that bed and started to sob and as she felt the breath coming out in hiccups she had pulled on one of the robes she found laying next to the bed and walked out of the room. Last thing she wanted to disturb the women in their rest. Her feet came down upon the cold floor and instantly she had wished she brought her slippers but it’s what she deserved she felt. Her father was in jail, he was probably going to stay there until they killed him for his crimes, and she had risked everyone else in that hospital by even being there after knowing full well something was wrong, but then the thought of something she had mentioned on the way over here. She wasn’t dead.

Those words echoed in her mind. He had the shot, he was a trained sniper, and even with the poison he could have easily injected it straight into her heart but he didn’t. He was trained to be able to shoot from nearly miles away and still get the kill, but for some reason, he didn’t, something prevented him from taking the kill shot and she hoped it was because he had that Light still in him. The warm feeling came back into her, even if just a little. The sobs still racking in her chest but she knew that perhaps, just maybe he wanted to get caught. She would need to go and confront him and see if her feelings are correct. 

First though she needed to go to the bathroom, the pain from the shot and all of the tension from the night was making her stomach do flips and after getting sick she had collapsed in the bathroom and laid her head down on the cool porcelain toilet seat and drifted off to sleep right there.