Chapter 5: Emma Snow (1/2)
I could still hear his screams, the shattering of bones, the burnt smell of flesh. I could still visibly remember him thrashing around on the floor covered in flames. We tried everything we could, gathering hundreds of different heavenly waters, the best doctors' money could buy...but nothing worked.
Arsène had gone silent after a while, but every so often, his loud shriek would fill my courtyard. Agony and shame would always consume me, but I had to keep strong and hope my baby would survive....that was until that day.
The once vibrant crimson flames had slowly turned darker and darker until there was only a black flame coiling around his body like a dark serpent. Fear permeated my soul as I didn't dare get too close; something about that flame caused me to quiver like never before as if pulling something important from my body.
The flames didn't last long, but all the light and qi within the room quickly vanished as if being assimilated by the flames. Never before had I seen something like that, but it still frightened me. Staring at my child, a cold sweat covered my body.
Val had asked that we go to another kingdom, but he did not witness those flames. He doesn't understand the dangers that our son is in right now. Going to another kingdom would only invite his death.
Clenching my fist, I steeled my soul and waited for the day he would awaken, for the day my Arsène would rise. And so I waited an entire year, a year of waiting, as my son's wails haunted my dreams.
Hearing that my son had awakened, I rushed from court to see my son, but there was something off about him...something cold...something ancient.
His ashen hair hung wildly to his shoulders while his golden eyes radiated a cold yet indifferent aura reminding me of those black flames.
I don't remember much, but I plowed myself into his arms, sobbing for almost losing my child. Then to my surprise, he suddenly spoke with a quiver in his throat.
”Mother,” Trembling at his soft, childlike voice, my eyes grew wide, as I stared at him in shock,
”You can speak.”
Seeing him nod, I beamed with joy and confusion, chalking it up to him just being a genius, yet there was something off about him. The light that was present in his eyes a few years ago was gone.
”Arsène, are you...are you ok,” I asked.
Touching his cheek, Arsène stared at his hands and legs before nodding, ”I'm fine, mommy, just a little hungry.”
Tear flew from my eyes as I hugged him, kissing him all over his cute face. Seeing him try to push me away, I laughed happily before rising.
Smiling warmly, I quickly covered his golden eyes before looking at all the men within the room coldly. Before any of them could see what happened, my finger flickered out, piercing through all ten of the men. Crimson rain showered the floor as they covered their necks in panic, gargling on their blood.
Not letting the opportunity pass, my fingers glowed with icy light before a massive pillar of ice burst from the floor, stabbing all of them through the head. Sneering, I froze the blood, not letting my son get a whiff of what happened.