A Part of a Scene

Still remember what is The Dust Saga? If not, go check my previous post. I am now here to announce that I have written a second scene of this story, and it takes place in Gates of Iron and Dust. I also intend to share a part of it with you!

Genre: original, fantasy
Rating: A
Warnings: -
Summary: A part of a scene where Nia and Nesa fight over something important Nia failed to do.
A/N: I want to heavily stress that this is still mere drafting, me getting to know my characters and coming up with storylines. So it is very likely this is far from what happens in the actual story when it someday exists. But please enjoy nonetheless. I am not going to explain this situation... you make your own conclusions and ask if you feel like it:) I just want to avoid major spoilers, so, not saying more at this point. Oh, they are both girls, if that happens to affect your way of thinking. (It would mine, so.)

”Keep it? So you would just keep a thing like this from me?”

     “Nesa, I kept it because I had to. Because I knew this was what you’d say!”

     “Well you were right! Except that now I’m double hurt, because you didn’t respect what we agreed to and because you didn’t tell me about it!”

     “Would you? Would you have told me?!”

     “No! Because there’d have been nothing to tell! I would have done what we promised each other to do, but apparently something that ‘just came up’ was more important than saving this whole freaking world!”

     “It’s not ‘just something’”, I say more quietly. ”It was a decision I couldn’t make.”

     “Well that’s too bad!” She’s still screaming, but then her tone changes abruptly. “Give me the Sword.”

     “What? Why?”

     “Because some has to do it. If you can’t, then fine, I will.”

     “No”, I say before I can think about it. “You can’t go in there.”

     “I’m sick of this! I’m sick of you telling me what I can or can’t do! I’m just as capable as you! Now just give me the fucking Sword.”

     I stare in her eyes, fierce, fiery and so beautiful. Full of hatred. And my heart breaks. I’ve gone through the gates and I didn’t do what we agreed to do, at any cost. Even at the cost of our own lives.