Chapter 93 Alexis POV
It was night when I went to meet Niamh. The shadows danced around me as I walked to the appointed place, a secluded spot by the old ruins on the outskirts of the kingdom. I had been looking forward to seeing her, to feeling the connection we shared. Niamh was mysterious, alluring, and she knew how to make me feel like I was the only one in the world when we were together. Her presence was like a drug to me, intoxicating and addictive. I loved the way she'd curl around me, her scales glistening in the moonlight, her eyes seeming to see right through to my soul.
But when I got there, she was different. Her eyes seemed to gleam with a mocking light as she looked at me. "You're just a puppet in this game, Alexis," she said, her voice like a cold wind cutting through me. "You think you're playing with power, but you're just a piece being moved by others." Her words were like knives to my heart, cutting deep and leaving me breathless. I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, all the air knocked out of me.
I was heartbroken. I hadn't expected this from Niamh. I thought she understood me, that we had something real between us. But her mockery cut deep, making me question everything about our relationship, about myself. "Go home," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Go watch as the dark ages begin. You'll see how little you matter in the grand scheme." Her words were like a prophecy, foretelling a future where I was insignificant.
I left, feeling like I'd been struck. The night seemed darker than ever as I walked back, the shadows closing in around me like they were laughing at me too. Niamh's words echoed in my mind – "puppet," "dark ages begin." It felt like the end of something, like I'd been cast aside by someone I thought cared for me. I couldn't shake the feeling that she'd been playing me all along, using me for her own ends in whatever game she's part of.
As I walked back to my chambers, the darkness seemed to press in on me. I felt small, insignificant like Niamh had said. The "dark ages" she spoke of – what did she mean? Was it a warning or a threat? And what game was she talking about? I felt like I was in the dark about so many things, like everyone around me knew more than I did.
I collapsed onto my bed, my mind racing with thoughts of Niamh, of the game she's part of, of the dark ages beginning. I didn't know what to do. Part of me wanted to confront Niamh, to demand answers about what she meant. But another part of me was afraid of what I'd find out. Afraid that she'd been right – that I was just a puppet.
The night dragged on, darkness closing in around me like a shroud. I couldn't sleep, couldn't shake Niamh's words. "Puppet." "Dark ages." They haunted me. I wondered about Onyi, struggling with his own darkness. Was he part of this "game" too? Were we all just pieces being moved by forces beyond our control?