this is my first fanfic and i’m kind of scared of posting it, but here goes nothing (also, RIP my physics grade because instead of studying, i wrote this). also, English is not my first language so i’m sorry for any grammatical mistakes.
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She could hear a faint sobbing. It grew louder though. It grew louder until a man – a boy, could not scream anymore. His cries dimmed by a laughter, it chilled her bones and made her want to throw up. It was too much, it was all too much – boy’s screams mingled into sobs. It was lost in the dark, endless void, until his voice cracked and laughter swallowed it whole.
Manon woke up with a start. For a moment she was lost in the darkness while her body shook with tremor.
Agony was not something Manon Blackbeak often felt. As a child, Manon thought she often experienced it. She thought it was agony when she’d fall from a broom, or when her grandmother beat her to the point that she thought herself dead. But as an adult, Manon has come to think of it that agony was not as painful as people, and word itself, claimed.
But as her throat tightened to the point that she couldn’t breathe, in the back of her mind she thought that no beatings would ever compare to this…feeling. She felt utterly powerless and she didn’t even know why.
Manon came to her senses and started recognizing objects in her room. Moonlight lit up the maps scattered on her desk and her cloak messily discarded on the chair. She looked out of her window at the fool moon.
Morath. She was in Morath.
Manon’s breathing settled and she mentally beat herself up. What the hell was wrong with her?
She grazed her cheek to find something wet trailing down her face. Now Manon felt even more confused and angry. Manon Blackbeak has not shed a tear for longer than a century. This was unacceptable, not to mention – impossible.
She had no heart. And she has listened to plenty of wailing in her life, has delighted in it. Some boy’s crying who she didn’t even know, not to mention who was only in her stupid dream, should not have caused such a reaction from her.
But Manon could still hear his sobs in the back of her head. For some reason, it had carved her wretched heart in half. It has made her want to shred everything in sight. It hurt her in a deep, primal way she could not explain.
Manon sighed and lay back down on a bed. She was so tired. She blamed everything on nerves. Perington was still bugging her about choosing a coven and her grandmother has still not answered her letter. Not to mention, Asterin was acting strange whole week.
She was tired, that was all. Manon settled in her bed and closed her eyes, urging herself to forget sounds of cackling and crying.
Sleep did not claim her that night.
omg please write more!!😭🙏 this is so interesting, and i feel like you really captured manon🥺💛
it is also impossible to tell that english isn’t your first language (though it isn’t mine either) so keep up the great job!!🙌✨
thank you 😭😭 that meant so much to me. and i have to tell you, i love your fics. legit screamed when i saw new chapter. saving it for when school’s finally over lol