Chapter 15: Hatred and Power

                                    

                                          
???'s POV 
                          
The clock ticks
Rain falls
Drenched, surrounded
Darkness pierces the heart
                          
Alex's POV 
                          
Lucina.  My once sister.  Today will be the day she dies.  
                          
After our brief stop at Fort Vahullu, we continued on to our destination, the Dragon's Table.  
                          
It was our new home.  Not Ylisstol, but our home in Plegia.  One that was stained in blood.  'Soon, Lucina's blood will be spilled there, too.'
                          
I was submerged in hatred, but not mine.  My so-called hatred came from Grima who controlled me.  I was just a puppet, but if I had to be a puppet to keep Morgan safe, I would bear through it.  'Morgan is the only sibling I need.  He is the one I truly love.  You were just someone who pitied us, Lucina.'  My thoughts were clouded by Grima's misjudgment.  I was no longer myself.  I was completely under his spell. 
                          
All my memories were tampered with.  He programmed my mind to think that I always hated Lucina.  'Lucina, I can't wait for your blood to drip from my fingertip.  To see your face of despair as your younger "sister" offers you no mercy and kills you with her bare hands.'
                          
Morgan's POV 
                          
It was about noon when we reached the Dragon's Table.  The whole journey I was angry and anxious.  'Why couldn't Lucina just decide to be with us?  We're her family.  Nothing is more important than family!  She doesn't love us, then.  She never did.'
                          
'Why am I angry?  I understand my worry over the soon-be execution or whatever Mother has in mind.  But, why am I so angry at Lucina?  She is my sister.  She will always be.'
                          
When we arrived at the Dragon's Table, an army of Grimleal and citizens of Plegia lined up to greet their victorious royal family, but there was more to it.  Mother was special in their eyes, but I just couldn't put my finger on why.
                          
We walked on through the cheers, shouts, and declarations of fealty with Lucina and Brady in tow.  The rest of the prisoners would wait behind until we were done dealing with the most important two.  Occasionally, I would look back at the miserable prisoners.  They would look at each other.  Their eyes said that they were worried for their lives.  I sighed and kept walking.  'You are not the only ones worried for your lives.'
                          
Those past few days I had realized something about the two of them that I never saw before.  Perhaps, it added to my anger.  But, what I saw was that Lucina like Brady.  Even though I was angry at Lucina, I still knew her pretty well.  She treated Brady differently than everyone else.  But, only slightly.  If someone had talked to her everyday, they wouldn't have realized this.  
                          
'Perhaps this is for the best.  At least she'll die along side someone she loves.'
                          
Lucina's POV
                          
Dread seemed to float in the air as Brady and I were pushed up the road to our new prison.  The whole place had a ominous vibe.  There were even giant dragon bones outside that made me sick to my stomach. 
                          
As we walked, I watched Brady.  My childhood friend was just as worried as I was, perhaps even more.  His attitude didn't make me feel any better.  All I wanted to do was curled up into a ball and cry.
                          
I could ignore most of the spitting and curses, but I couldn't ignore the fact that the Grimleal praised Alex, Morgan, and Lady Robin.