48 Heartfelt Communication (1/2)
”What's wrong?” Arron asks as he leans on a wooden hoe.
Anna looks at the nearby women working in the field. They all look over to see what's going on. ”Privately,” Anna replies to Arron curtly.
They walk behind one of the shacks making sure they are out of earshot. Arron has a quizzical look on his face. A hint of worry shows in his eyes.
Anna sighs as she looks at the kind man. ”There is something you should know,” She states as she runs her hand through her hair. She then continues, ”you're a nice guy, but I don't feel any love for you.”
”I see...” Arron replies awkwardly.
”Henry was the love of my life. I can never feel the same way again. But you are kind and helpful. You're a good influence on Franklin. So I don't hate you,” Anna explains.
”I understood all that when I asked you to marry me. I never wanted to replace Henry,” Arron concedes.
Anna shakes her head. ”You think you understand, but you don't,” she says while chopping the air in front of her. ”The blood of the Emerald family runs through my veins. Through Franklin's veins and any future children's veins,” she explains.
”So what if you have a clan? It shouldn't make a difference at this point,” He questions.
Anna grits her teeth and her hands ball up into fists at her side. ”You don't understand... You can't understand it. I'm part of the Lamenter faction! There is no home for people like us. Hatred boils through me like lava. My parents died fighting in some far off place. Henry died fighting in the war,” Anna curses as tears flow.
Arron grabs her by the shoulders comfortingly. He can feel her shaking with barely contained rage. ”Everyone here loathes the Red River Empire. No one will fault you for wanting revenge,” he comforts.
Anna dull green eyes seem to glean a slightly brighter color as she knocks away Arron's arms. ”You, that's not even close!” she curses and hits his broad chest. ”I wish I could hate the Red River Empire or those who killed my parents. But I don't. I'm a Lamenter!”
Anna's fingernails break her skin as her knuckles turn white. She holds up her hand as blood flows down her palm.”Look this blood may look red like everyone else's but its not the same!” She yells shaking her head furiously.
”This is Lamenters blood. When I feel, despair its because the Emerald king is still sealed. When I feel anger, it's against everyone who betrayed us. I don't even know who they are or even much about the Emerald king. But this blood it screams out, curse them all! Break them all. My soul ignites in rage. Have more children raise them to fight. Release the Emerald king. Destroy all those who try to stop you!”
Anna's whole body looks like it's on the verge of shattering as she trembles with a mix of anger and sadness. Arron grabs her and pulls her into a tight hug. ”It's ok. If I can lighten your burden a little that's good enough,” he says. Anna slumps and cries in his arms.
On the outskirts of the village, a demonic beast coyote eyes the rabbit pen. Since Joe was injured, some demonic beasts had started to test the boundaries. It had become confident that the demonic bull that controls this area was too hurt to do anything. How could he ignore such easy prey any longer?
On the hill, both John and Joe observes the coyote as it enters the village. John his recovery almost complete once again looks lush. Joe, however, is still recovering in his medicinal bath.
At the rabbit pen, Donna has just finished feeding and playing with the bunnies. She exits the cage and waves at the bunnies. ”see you tomorrow!” she says jovially.