Y’all, I honestly have no idea if this story is any good at all. 😛 So feedback would be helpful – about anything! Prose, plot, characters, voice, any of that. Talk to me about it, please!!
But above all, enjoy. 😉
Prompt
“The saddest part about betrayal is not how you got betrayed, but by who.”
That was the prompt. Now go write it. 🙂
Story
The saddest part about betrayal is not how you got betrayed, but by whom.
I had been betrayed before. The hurt had wedged itself deep into my soul, and I brooded on it until it was much more than a splinter. And yet, somehow, I had kept trusting. Kept hoping. Kept assuming that it was a one-time incident.
No.
We’d been friends for twenty-three years before it happened. We’d laughed and cried together, sang and danced together, even had a double-wedding. We’d held each other six months ago at our husbands’ funeral, right after the bombing at their base camp.
But it had all been a lie.
How? I asked myself. How can you act so perfectly for so long? How can you make someone love you and trust you, and then destroy them with one fell blow?
Tears wet my cheeks. Two days after I had trusted her enough to reveal my closest kept secret, she’d betrayed me.
I had never told ANYONE. Not my parents, my siblings, not even my husband. I had never written it down, never spoken it, rarely thought about it for fear of someone finding out.
And then somehow she’d convinced me. She’d shared her secret, saying that if we were to be true friends, we should know each other in and out. As if we didn’t already. I should’ve known.
So I’d told her. Told her who I was, demonstrated what I could do, and two days later was locked up in my worst enemy’s dungeon, sobbing my heart out over that friend.
This secret. I had feared it for so long, let it eat me alive with anxiety, and it had felt so good to get it off my chest. No one knew I was Empowered. I had hidden it. Always. I knew they hunted me. So I was more careful than a cricket on an ant’s nest.
All in vain.
I bowed my head and let my tears mingle with my dark strands of hair. The chain on my ankle was more than just a restraint – it was a symbol of my weakness and her cunning.
Had she seriously been hunting for me our entire lives? I had thought she was human, like me. But no, she was a Waxer employed by my peoples’ greatest villain.
How could I be so dumb? I rocked back and forth, hugging my knees to my chest and shivering even as sweat beaded on my brow. I was the last. The only one left. Everyone else had been destroyed years ago, including my parents. I had fought to hide for so long.
All in vain.
Why?! I asked. Malthos had found me now. It wasn’t long before I was dead and gone – in fact, I wasn’t quite sure why I wasn’t dead yet. He needed me for something. But if he had battled us Empowered for so long, surely he knew how fruitless it was to use us.
After all, we were fighters.
It would be in vain.
My tears dried. Despite the betrayal, I was still alive. And where there’s life, there’s hope.
Wrap Up
Bonus points if you tell me where I got that last line from!!! *grinz*
Anyway, I repeat: give me feedback please!!!! I forgot how sad this story was, and I feel a bit like it doesn’t make sense. Thanks for reading!
Take courage, pursue God, and smile while you still have teeth!! 😉
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