Confided

Author: Kayaara

“Your sister is kind of scary.”

“Really? I don’t think so – she’s just… Wary of other races, I think. We’ve only ever had each other, and I know she’d hate it if something ever happened to me.”

“I just… I have a feeling she doesn’t like me, you know?”

“Even if she doesn’t, I like you.”

Talaru held onto Lexa’s hand loosely as they walked down the grassy path leading up towards Bloodmyst Isle. They’d left the Exodar a good few hours ago, away from the prying eyes of Talaru’s sister Kalaru. The night was just starting to set in, setting the sky in a warm orange glow, and leaving the grass and trees illuminated shades of yellow to red. Lexa squeezed Talaru’s hand before letting it fall to her side.

She spoke with uncertainty, “why? Why do you like me?”

Talaru tilted her head, almost confused at the question and Lexa’s sudden wariness. “Why shouldn’t I? I know I’ve only known you for a couple of weeks, yes, but I’d like to say you have become one of my closest friends. Besides, you’ve never given me a reason not to like you.”

“Even if I’ve been keeping something from you?”

“Lexa,” Talaru held onto Lexa’s arm and dragged her off of the path, to a small patch of grass with a couple of rocks. She sat Lexa and herself down on the rocks, twisting her body to face the human. “I want you to tell me whatever it is on your mind, okay? What is it?”

“I’ve—Talaru, I can’t keep this from you. I’ve been trying to stop it, that’s exactly the reason why I came here, but it’s hard. And then when I met you and your sister, and we became friends – Talaru, I didn’t want you to know.” Lexa blinked a few times, and if Talaru looked close enough she could see Lexa was actually blinking back tears. “I’m not a good person.”

“That’s not—“

Lexa lifted her finger up. “Please,” she put her hand back down once Talaru stopped talking, “I’ve done terrible, terrible things, and I’m afraid I might do more if I don’t stop. I’ve- I’ve summoned demons. Demons, Talaru. And I don’t… I think I’ve killed someone. I’m not a good person.”

Talaru blinked a couple of times, just to get her head around what Lexa was saying. She looked into Lexa’s eyes, only to find she wouldn’t look back at her. Talaru gently, slowly, reached out towards Lexa, and with a touch light as a feather guided her head to face her. Lexa was expecting her to get angry, to feel betrayed at the mere fact she had hidden this fact from her, but instead was met with the soft gaze of those blue eyes and an affable smile on her face.

“You are not your mistakes. I stand by my previous point however: I still like you.” She let her arm fall from Lexa’s face, only to have her hand filled with Lexa’s, and it was then she noticed that Lexa was shaking. “Hey, hey- Here.”

And she stood up, knelt in front of the weeping girl, and wrapped her arms around her. “Tell me more.” She said into her shoulder, voice muffled by her clothes. “Let’s walk, and you can tell me it all.”

So Lexa told Talaru everything she told Atrophus; told her everything and more from when she first learned how to trap a demon to when her sister died when she was only fifteen years old. She told her everything. It was completely dark by the time Lexa and Talaru returned to the Exodar, a smile returned on Lexa’s face. They made their way to the inn first, where Lexa was currently staying, and Talaru sat herself down on the edge of Lexa’s bed.

“So, you have the book with you now?”

“Yes. Did you want to see it?”

“I am quite curious. Can I borrow it?”

Lexa took the book out of her bag. It was slightly larger than the average book, and was purple, with a lighter purple gem protruding from the cover. The spine was bulky, and it even had a handle made from chains. She handed the book cautiously over to Talaru, who carried it in her arms with the upmost care.

“Take care of it, I need to give it back once I’m done.”

“I will. It will be back tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.”

Talaru stood up, and got ready to take her leave when Lexa grabbed onto the fabric of her dress. “Wait, Talaru. Don’t tell your sister any of this. I don’t want her to know.”

Talaru nodded, once. “Not a word.”

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Talaru was found only days later at Bloodmyst Isle. Her body remained strangely intact were it not for the rather large hole in her chest where her heart was once. Aside from that, everything was as it were: her hair neatly framed her face in a timeless picture; eyes blissfully closed shut as though she was just sleeping. Her hands were resting over her stomach, fingers linked together. The only thing to ruin the sight was the hole left in her chest, and the flow of blood that had long since dried up over her dress.

Lexa felt nothing. No – that wasn’t true at all: Lexa felt numb. She thought about the draenei she’d become quick friends with, and while she wanted to feel sad, to cry about it, she couldn’t bring herself to. The voices haunting her thoughts only laughed at it, calling Talaru ‘a weak, foolish girl’, a ‘disgrace to warlock magics’. They thought the whole thing funny, when Lexa wanted nothing more than to get rid of the intruding voices and finally allow herself to cry.

It was never that easy.

It was even harder when she saw her body before she was laid to rest.

What made it worse, was that through the small funeral planned for Talaru, all that went through her mind was how exciting it was to be responsible for the death of such a beautiful soul.