《Interlinked Fates》


 The End

    I had been stabbed. Aleasha cackled at me, black eyes gleaming. But she had been stabbed, too. She collapsed to the ground, bleeding and laughing. In a minute she was gone. I saw Tyler come running up to me, kneeling beside me, screaming my name. He touched me cheek gently, his eyes filled with desperation and disbelief, almost as if he didn''t really understand what was happening. But he did. He and I both did. I actually believed we could do this. I believed we could be together. I believed it all. But it was a fairytale. Pure imagination. It could never have actually happened, no matter what he tried. I was a fool to believe it.Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit.


    Tyler leaned down and kissed me, his warm lips filled with life against my soon-to-be cold lips. Although I was to be dead soon, he made me feel more alive than ever before. And that''s when I knew. It was worth it. All of it. He was worth it. Just a moment with him was worth endless suffering after. One life with him cut short was worth ten long lives without him. His bright green eyes filled with love and sorrow and he watched me cough, my lungs filling with blood.


    I remember the first time I saw those eyes...

 The Storm

    I remember when I first met Tyler. It was in the middle of a storm during August. The leaves in the trees were shaking badly. Thunder was rumbing contantly. Rain pelted the roof. Occasionally there''d be a lightning strike not far from the house, although I have to admit the thunder scared me more. I was watching the thunderstorm ravage our home safely from the window in the living room. There was a fire going in the fireplace and I was warm and toasty, with a blanket wrapped around me. I was a little frightened yet content. Then suddenly, there was a knock at the door. That was odd. We didn''t often have visitors. We lived in the middle of the woods for a reason.


    My adoptive mother, whom I''ve lived with since I was six and barely remember otherwise, approached the door with extreme caution. She pulled open the blinds at the window to check who could possibly be outside. As soon as she saw, she opened the door quickly. I had not seen what she did, but judging from her reaction I guessed I shouldn''t be too scared. However knowing that was a different thing from feeling that. I couldn''t help but feel frightened.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    She ushered in a young boy about my age. He had black hair and bright, knowing green eyes. He barely glanced at my mother before looking at me. However frightened I was, his gaze made me the tinest bit excited and I didn''t know why. He gave me a small smile before returning his gaze to my mother.


    My mother was a caring person, and she let him in to take shelter with us during the storm, with the agreement he''d leave in the morning. He didn''t. He''d always come up with a different excuse: it was too wet still, he didn''t have a any nice clothes to see his mother in, he got lost easily. He did chores for us and mother was too kind-hearted to ask him to leave. She thought he was an innocent boy and never imagined he could be lying. However, I didn''t trust him from the moment he walked in our door. We never had visitors and he seemed to know stuff about us, and then quickly cover for himself. I always cornered him and demanded to know what he was doing, but my mother caught me and stopped me, saying I was being rude. He never said much about where he was from, until the day he finally decided to tell me the truth...

 The Truth

    Tyler dragged me to my room and shut and locked my door. Before I could make any sound of protest, he put a warm finger to my lips. He sat me down on my bed with ease. I couldn''t help but eye his buldging muscles. He noticed me looking and smirked a bit, but quickly turned more serious as he sat next to me.


    "I have something I probably should tell you," he admitted, looking down at his lap. I followed his eyes but then quiclkly looked back up at his face, hoping he didn''t notice.


    "That''s obvious," I spat. "You''ve shown up here unannounced and just stayed with no excuse. You''re intruding in my own house and my own mother doesn''t even realise your evil plan." Tyler scoffed at that.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    "There''s no evil plan, I assure you. Well..." He fiddled with his watch. "Maybe there is. I don''t know. I didn''t think there was before, but maybe..." He glaced up at me nervously. I glared at him angrily.


    "Speak."


    "Alright, fine," Tyler sighed. "I suppose I should start at the beginning. My mother..." He sighed again and closed his eyes. "I had a sister. One that I don''t even remember. And before I tell you anything more I should tell you about how she died."

 Kendra

    "I used to have a sister," Tyler began. "My mother adored her, or so I''ve heard. She was always very protective of her. Her name was Kendra. She used to like nature and taking long walks in the woods. Then one day she got very sick very suddenly. Nobody understood why or how to help her. My mother was a close friend of your mother, and she knew your mother was a witch. She asked your mother for help. Your mother tried but failed. Kendra died. She was just twelve, and I was just a baby. I didn''t even know her. My mother has blamed yours for Kendra''s death, but not just because she couldn''t save her. She seems convinced your mother made Kendra sick in the first place. She even convinced all the villiagers of this, and my mother... well, she burned yours at the stake. You were just a baby. Your mother helped you escape mine, but my mother wanted you dead also because she was sure you were a witch as well. She''s been looking for you this whole time. She... she''s been using me to help her find you. I''m sorry." Tyler trailed off, looking at his lap. My breath caught in my throat.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.


    "Well, are you going to?"


    Tyler looked up at me, surprised. "Going to what?"


    "Take me to her. Or kill me. Whatever."


    "What? No! Of course not," he said quickly, looking abashed. I smiled a little at that.