The Path Of Destiny - The Blue Moon Ch 12.

The Path of Destiny - The Blue Moon Ch 12.

Drama incoming  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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It was the same house from which flew the strange thing. And what was it? She looked toward Selim. Still lying on the ground. Probably he was unconscious. Next to him was a large metal bowl. It looked heavy and solidly. She hoped it didn´t break his legs. Then she turned her gaze to the strange shadow behind the house. Figure began to appear from the dark corners of the house and with a graceful step approached the motionless body. It was also werecat. Well, werecat lady. She had dark tabby fur that glistened in the sun. Her black hair hung to her shoulders. She stopped a few steps behind Selim. Bright green eyes studied him. As if it was an unknown creature that she had never seen before. After a moment she straightened and folded her hands on her hips.

„Well, well, little brother.“ she said finally. „Hope you didn´t get hurt?“ Her voice was pleasant, but the tone was literally dripping with sarcasm and superiority. Selim´s ears twitched. He lifted a little bit. In his head it was buzzing as in a hive. He supported himself by one hand and with the second he was rubbing the top of his head to dispel the pain that had throbbed sharply. He looked ahead. His sight was blurry and everything revolved around him.

´I guess I hit a rock.´ He felt, like to his hand, which he rubbed his head, clung warm blood. He slowly stood up and turned to the werecat lady that majestically towered over him. Compared to her Selim looked small and helpless. Selim wanted to straighten to equalize the height difference, but he was so out of the balance that he had to crouch down to avoid falling. He shook his head in an attempt to correct distortion of the senses. Later he found out that it was a mistake. He had seen even worse and surroundings rippled faster. Fortunately, he was so conscious that he could think rationally. He slowly looked around. He found nothing that would help him. His eyes settled on werecat lady in front of him. She stood still and watched Selim in amusement. He tried to focus on her but everything was still blurred. He couldn´t recognize her. The shape of the face, her features. Her voice was familiar, but he heard her only briefly. And because of the buzzing he didn´t catch a lot of it. All the thinking started to give him a headache. He turned his gaze to the ground. He needed a dull background, so he won´t wobble so much. In a corner of his eye he noticed a small beige spot a little bit on the left from the werecat lady. For a while he looked puzzled, but then he realized.

´This is my bundle, which I packed. I had to drop it. She probably hasn´t noticed. If I´ll be fast, I can pick it up before she did, and then disappear. I can handle it.´

But as soon as he made a step, his knees buckled and he fell to the ground.

„Shucks.” he cursed quietly. ´So that went wrong.´ An acerbic laugh split the air. Werecat lady walked slowly to the small bundle. Selim wanted to stop her, shout at her, get up and take his bundle. But nothing worked. His body didn´t want to listen. He tried to get up, when she stopped again in front of him.

´If I straighten, I´ll just fall. For now I have to stay down.´ He realized. So he stood at four. He straddles a little more to maintain better stability. When he looked up, she waved the bundle in front of his snout. Selim wanted to reach out and grab it from her, but as soon as he raised his hand, he staggered. So he quickly dropped it down to keep from falling.

´There has been enough of those falls.´ He said to himself. The werecat lady laughed again.

„You're really hilarious, Selim, I must admit. You'd be an excellent jester.“ These two sentences were enough. He knew with whom he was dealing. He forced himself to words.

„Give me that, Lal!“ He wanted to shout, but it was barely audible.

“Sorry, I didn´t hear it. Did you say something?“ she said innocently. He felt an incredible rage. On the humiliation he was used, it would not bother him. But why she goes so far to cripple him? He had also got hit from her, but it's never been so serious. He hadn´t done anything wrong, had he?

„Give me that, Lal!“ Now his voice was carried through the village.

„Come on. This is not how you talk with your sister.“ she said disappointedly.

Eunis startled covered her mouth. Arian was also taken aback. ´A sister? Seriously now she said she is his sister? So, why she is hurting him?´

Lal spoke again.

„If you really want it so much, come and get it.“ Selim knew he had no choice. He really needed his things and she knew it. Without maps he would get lost, without a compass he wouldn´t find the right direction. Carefully he straightened. When he stood firmly on the ground, he clenched his fists and prepared to fight. Again that her laughter.

„So you want to fight?“ she said in amusement. „You know you can´t hit a girl.“ she said gently, almost in maternal tone. When she saw that her words had no effect to him, she dropped the bundle on the ground and a came few steps closer. Her hands were loosely at your sides.

„Do as you think.“ she said softly.

Selim was terribly annoyed by her feeling of untouchability, that literally emanated from Lal. He wanted to grab that feeling from her. Scatter her that she would be surprised that she would be confused and don´t know what to do next. That he might be the one who has the upper hand. He extended his hand. He wanted to hit her with his fist. He almost succeeded, if hadn´t been so out of the balance. He was outweighed. He missed. She didn´t even need to dodge. She used the moment when he was bewildered and slapped him. She slashed him in the left side of his face. Selim stepped back, startled. He automatically covered his injured face. From beneath his fingers he felt warm blood.

´Shucks! He scolded himself. ´Shucks, shucks, shucks. You moron! Look to pull yourself together!´ Lal still stood there and stared at her red-colored claws. As if she hasn´t seen the blood before. On her face was created a spiteful smile.

„See? I told you this is not how you talk to your sister.” she said in a surprisingly deep and calm voice. „I guess I'll have to give a lesson in manners.”

Selim began to slowly back away. Startled, he looked at her, his hand still covering wounds. He didn´t like it. Not at all, he didn´t like it. He had a bad feeling.

´This won´t end well. I gotta get out, and fast.´ He turned around and wanted to run, but his legs were trembling. Before he knew it, he was lying on his stomach and on his shoulders he felt her weight. She sat on his back and hesitates what she would do with him. Selim, meanwhile, tried to figure out a way to get out of it. Until she sat on him, he couldn´t really move. He must force her to stand. But how? He tried to rewind to the side. Maybe he would manage to throw her off. It was a futile effort. Lal completely pinned him to the ground and Selim was already exhausted. He felt his hands shaking. The surroundings were no longer revolving, but it was still blurry. Suddenly, a dull ache went through his head. Lal hit him in the back of the head. And then again. And again. Selim heavily clenched his teeth to keep from screaming. He won´t make her the joy to hear him scream. At least this not. The surroundings before his eyes began to darken. Pounding has stopped. Lal stopped. She slowly stood up. Selim could finally breathe properly. Sharply she turned him and nearly took his breath away. She grabbed him by the collar of his vest and held him in front of her eyes.

„So. Now you hopefully learned how to behave towards older siblings. Brother.“ she added virulently. Selim didn´t perceive. He knew that she was saying something, but he didn´t understand her. He was tired and wanted to sleep. Lal's grip loosened and Selim slumped to the ground. Last time she looked at him, then turned and walked away.

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