Chapter 3
Despite the lack of lighting, Y/N was able to make out a single figure standing not far from her. Even with their back faced to her, Y/N quickly recognized who it was. The long, wavy platinum hair was a dead set give away. She had always been so envious of her voluminous hair since they were little.
“Alula?“ The name sounded so odd to her ears. She hadn’t dared to speak her name for centuries.
After a few seconds, the figure slowly began to turn to face her. Y/N grinned happily, overjoyed to see her long lost friend for the first time in years. She had never once been granted the opportunity to see her friend in her dreams or anywhere else since that night. She hadn’t been able to properly recover from her death which was why she was extremely grateful for this moment. Maybe I’ll finally find peace from this she thought. But the joy Y/N first felt immediately disappeared when she finally came face to face with Alula. So many things were wrong with what she was seeing. No not wrong, they were too realistic.
Her elegant attire was suddenly tattered and stained with blood and her hair was matted and unevenly cut short. Her skin was bruised and covered in alarmingly large amounts of bloody slashes.
Seeing her like this made her feel sick, it brought back so many unpleasant memories. “I’m sorry, Alula. If I had acted sooner then maybe you’d still be alive.” Y/N reached her hand out to her friend and was saddened to see her flinch. She was confused as to why she looked so afraid. She stepped closer to her friend attempting to comfort her, “Alula, it’s fine. You don’t have to-“
“Get away from me! Don’t touch me!” She cried out frantically. Hearing these words from Alula definitely made her heart to sink. Y/N cautiously took a step back, “Is something wrong, Alula?” she asked worriedly. Alula responded with a hollow laugh, shaking her head dejectedly. Her eyes rose from the floor, finally making contact with Y/N’s. “I’d like to ask you a question.” She said softly. Her voice was laced with fear. But why? What is she afraid of? “What would you like to ask me?” Y/N responded curiously.
Tears gushed down Alula’s cheeks as she hesitantly asked her question.
“How much blood is on your hands, Y/N?”