8 The Battlefield Pt. 2 rewrite (2/2)

It wasn't scabbing over, even though the Beast Kin, were known for their superior healing capabilities. However, I was a very unhealthy child and had a weak body due to neglect. I just hope, I don't end up stunted by the lack of food in my formative years.

The people at the table didn't seem altogether that bothered by the fact that my Grandfather was completely ignoring them. It seems like they're all used to his temperament, that or he was the most important person in the room.

\”You,\” he turns his attention towards Marissa. \”Why haven't you tended to her wounds? We're you not the one that brought her here! How could you have been so blind to her injury?\” He asks in a low and dark voice.

His magic gushing out darkly and I feel the overbearing force of it reach the top of the ceiling. Garnering his full attention Marissa's face was a mixture of shock and fear now that she'd been thrust into the spotlight.

She was cradling her broken fingers and her jaw was already slightly swollen. It was safe to assume that she was in a great deal of pain and was doing her best to not show it.

I honestly, wouldn't be surprised if she couldn't speak.

\”Master!\” She drops down onto the ground with her forehead to the ground. It sounded like she'd slammed her head into the ground. \”It's my fault, I didn't notice that the Young Miss was hurt,\” she was obviously speaking with great effort.

\”You're an incapable maid, how can you not notice her hand that's bleeding?\” He asks again.

This time the force of his magic rushes forward with some force, slamming Marissa head into the ground. I smelled the scent of blood in the air a bit, it looks like she was bleeding.

\”Not only that, why is my Granddaughter dressed in such a way?\” He continues his line of questioning.

Marissa jolts slightly from her position on the ground, it looks like she knew there was no good answer to this question. While on the other side my aunt flinches ever so slightly, a bead of sweat or two began to run down her face.

He slams his hand down onto the table!

\”Answer me!\” He shouts.

\”I-I don-t k-know,\” she stutters outs.

All that managed to do was stoke the already burning rage in my Grandfather's stomach.

\”You don't know? You don't know why my Granddaughter is dressed like a child that lives on the street?\” He snarls.

This time a wave of magic energy gushes out of his body like a violent demon, it darkens the whole of the room. It's like a roaring fire now, and I felt a shiver runs up my body, this was such a dark and evil magic.

Turning to look at my Grandfather, I see an apparition appear behind him. It looked like a demon, thankfully, its full attention was on Marissa whose head is still being ground into the floor. Some more blood began to pool under her forehead.

The energy quickly rushes toward Marissa, and I felt my stomach drop, her whole body began to spasm, and she falls over. She'd pissed herself, and I saw foam coming out of her mouth. Her body was twitching slightly.

I could see that her eyes have rolled backward and tear-stained marks run down her face. She's out liked a light. That was scary, the swirling black energy was ominous as it hung around her body, but my Grandfather seems to have calmed down.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm my beating heart.

\”Are my clothes that bad, I wore my best outfit to see you,\” I say looking at him.

A shocked expression ran across his face, and he coughs into his hand.

\”My dear your beautiful no matter what you wear. But there are much grander clothes that would suit you even better. Grandfather just wants to see you looking like the little Princess that you are,\” he says with a hurried tone, and I wanted to laugh.

He wasn't a bad person at all.