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You were not an unspoken.

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I STOOD THERE frozen in place as Raskei walked in.

I had never really seen her this up and close and that only made her look more intimidating. She had a shaved head, with tattoos of intricately traced symbols up her neck, some on her head.

She wore her Leviathan combat suit but with a black jacket draped over it, her eyes set on Harvest before momentarily shifting to me.

It was not ideal to stand alone in a room with these two.

They seemed to mimic each other in terms of a dark aura, dim and provoking. She stood across from me, folding her arms, and I slowly shifted my gaze from her brown eyes, my hands fighting around the strap of my bag as I looked at Harvest who proceeded to speak.

"If indeed you are Unspoken, Raskei will tell us that," Harvest grunted, walking toward her.

He stopped by her side, speaking lowly to her, something I couldn't quite get.

The whole while, her eyes never left me, only slightly nodding before Harvest left the room without any further word.

I watched as the door swung closed on its Hinges, my eyebrows arched and my heart beating steadily as I stood opposite Raskei Oberoi.

When I realized Harvest wasn't coming back, I reluctantly looked back at Raskei, whose creepy calm, and calculated gaze, as well as demeanor, hadn't shifted.

I felt like a deer caught in headlights, my breathing low, my hand tight on my bag straps

I tried out offering a small smile to see how that would work.

She returned no such action when she moved closer to me, which made me hesitate, unconvinced for a second until she stood right before me, offering me her hand.

My heart thudded steadily within me; my breath short as I stared into those brown eyes before glancing down at her outstretched hands.

My mind flashed back to the hands of the siren, bidding me to enter the water. This was no different.

Raskei could curse people at the touch of a hand, and now here she was offering it to me like I was going to be dumb enough to take it.

I shook my head slowly, fear and uncertainties spelling out in my eyes.

I didn't want to end up like Andrew Myers, growing out fish tales in the night, or shattered to pieces like the mirrors She had so easily disintegrated into the intercolor fight matches.

Her expression didn't change, neither did she seem to care that I was a panicking mess, her eyes still on me, revealing nothing about her intentions for me.

I glanced back down at the hand, littered with tiny symbols, staring at it for a second, my breathing sounding loud to my ears.

I wasn't walking away from all this without touching her hand that was for sure.

Slowly my fists unclenched from my bag strap, shaky hands moving to hers, pausing for a second as I looked up at her still stale expression before I finally gave in, my hand fitting in hers.

She casually moved our position, until our fingers linked around each other, suddenly pulling me close in one movement, and I yelped, her other hand at the back of my head, pulling it close to mine, resting our foreheads together, whilst our fingers were intertwined.

I found it hard to breathe, looking up at her from a bound head, her low breaths fanning my skin, her eyes closed until I heard a low hum, and without warning, she banged our heads together-

I expected to feel pain, but it was like I was here one second and nowhere the next, having moved to a place that I didn't know existed.

My eyes widened at my surroundings.

I didn't know where I was, everything around me was white.

There was no sky, no ground, just white all around me.

I stepped back, almost tripping on nothing, eyes wide as I tried to find myself.

I looked down at myself and discovered I was wearing white, a plain white dress, my bag nowhere to be seen, as well as anything else that had existed a few seconds ago.

Not the court or the bleaches, or even Raskei, everything was gone.

Feeling short of breath and incredibly confused I almost had a heart attack when I heard a voice behind me, causing me to spin around.

Raskei stood there, still dressed in what she had worn in the training room.

My eyebrows furrowed as I stared at her for a moment before looking around in the void again.

Who had spoken? I swear I heard a voice.

"What are you?" the words were spoken again, the tone cold and stale, with finality to them.

My eyes trailed back to Raskei, unsure for a second that I had just heard her talk.

"You were not born unspoken, you're dressed in the infantry-" she grunted, her eyes trailing down my figure but I was not getting through what she was saying.

I couldn't believe what I heard. My eyes were as wide as saucers I took a trippy step back, shaking my head-

Did Raskei just talk?

I almost had a heart attack when I heard another voice ringing in the air, saying the exact thing I had just thought out loud.

"Yes, I can talk here," she replied, causing my eyes to widen as a small smirk covered her face, "and so can you. You would have known that if you were born unspoken," she added, her eyes still glued on me as if in curiosity, "you're in the chamber a place we unspoken can freely communicate-"

A chamber?

I heard the strange voice repeat those words, and my hands flew to my throat.

'I was speaking, 'I am speaking, what is happening? Was this my voice? '

"Your thoughts are speech here," she grunted,

"The outside world sees us mumbling nothing but we can hear. If you had control, you would be able to select the voices you want to hear unspoken, and those you want to remain hidden," She grunted pacing down the hall of nothingness stopping a few paces away, "With practice, you can cast a chamber over those that cannot hear words unspoken, so that they may," she finished.

My hand trailed up my throat at her words, eyebrows furrowing when I remembered something- falling and calling to my mother- my voice.

My eyes widened as the white scene behind us changed, and the visions and memories of me falling, screaming for my mother, her face spinning out of view, playing all around us like it was screening on a massive screen from my point of view, that we somehow found ourselves right at the heart--

Though the images were skipping in blinks, the sound was deformed and there was a high pitch screeching in the background, the play only lasted a few seconds before I stumbled back in shock- staring at Raskei, who had watched these things, my heart thudding within me.

"You have used the chamber before," she stated, pausing for a moment as if slightly intrigued, her eye trailing back to me-

"What the - what just happened?!" I asked, quite alarmed, hands resting on my knees breathing harshly, hand to my heart as I looked up at her.

The sound of my voice, or the way I thought my voice should sound echoed out loud and hurt my ears. I was not used to it at all.

"The chamber replays your memories," she stated, before moving off into another place, "If you were stronger you would be selective," she replied, a scene from what I assumed was her memory playing.

I saw myself, standing in the middle of the courtroom looking at her, from her perspective, the scene scrambling showing me hesitant to shake her hand before it dimmed to white. Raskei turned to face me,

"You were not an unspoken-" she stated, her tone accusing, "for you were not born one."

"It isn't a language you just pick up and learn either," she continued encircling me which reminded me of her stance in the arena, that moment momentarily screening all around me before cutting to white again causing her to chuckle, clearly showing that she knew she was intimidating me, and I stood up straighter, with a low gulp as she walked around me.

"Judging from your inexperience, correct me if I'm wrong but you know nothing of the Unspoken or what we can do- clearly," she added once again trailing down my white dress.

"Harvest desires to know your dilect- but I'm positive you don't even know what that is," she huffed.

I gritted my teeth, my fists clenching.

"When you used the chamber, you were falling. Why?" she asked, her tone growing darker.

I couldn't stop myself from remembering the fall, the sight of that metal rod following after me like I had been kicked out of heaven

That scene flashed in glimpses around us-

She looked at them for a brief moment with a dark chuckle.

"Falling from the sky," she replied, pausing behind me, but I turned to keep my eyes on her.

This wasn't ideal. She would learn all my secrets if I kept up like this.

"So you do have secrets?" she echoed the words that were uttered unable to control them.

My heart pounded within me, flashing all sorts of things, unable to keep my mind from thinking, passing by us all in milliseconds, waking up on Kingsland, Gravis standing beside me, his muffled voice telling me that-

white, white, white,

Gravis and I walking down the hallways of the prime tower-

white, white, white-

The pictures hanging on the wall- were fuzzy then white, white, white I kept the chant in my head, the scene flashing to white keeping it there as I tried to picture white, saying white all over in an attempt to keep my secrets safe- white, white, white-

Raskei's gaze fell on me as I uttered the color all over again, stomping closer to me.

"Chants won't help you, they are easy to break, and secrets so easy to tell," she commented, casually as I kept my trying desperately to not think of anything-

"How do you fall from a height of 3000ft without any form of protection?" she asked slyly, "And since when did a prime have to give a convert a tour of the prime tower?'

I paused at this- a memory flashing...

"Your identity as -white! white!" I screeched as the scene played before me, Gravis standing in front of me by the elevator,

"By confidential, I mean only a handful of people know," he continued when it cut to white per chant, only for it to skip, shifting to another scene.

"Talanda I'm serious," Gravis was saying, his arms folded, "you cannot tell anyone, absolutely no one of your identity," as he said this my mind thought of the home and soon enough the gardens, I so loved spread around us, as Gravis voice boomed.

"Your survival and that of the-" it flashed to my mother as she lay in bed, the sound of the heart monitor echoing before it cut to white, screaming the color at the top my lung before it was too late-

White, white, white!

I breathed out harshly, feeling hot as I tried to focus on one thing, the scene around us changing to a field of white roses.

I focused on that to calm me, my eyes trailing up to Raskei, who was staying at the scene just for a moment before looking right at me.

"Please don't tell him," I begged lowly, my mind flashing to Harvest, the scene of him seated on the bench as he watched the matches take place, then him at the arena as he looked right at me, his voice ringing all around us-

'I see you.'

Her eyes trailed over this, my mind flashing back to the feel of the cold water against my skin when he took over my mind and I couldn't do a thing,

"Never seen something so dark, yet so innocent," his words echoed, until the scene shifted, scrambling to the figure of him by the shore, his eyes dark, to the blurry memory of the siren beside me as its life was taken from it, the sight of his large black wings as he growled 'not even a flinch" before me.

Then everything cut back to white again.

I was breathless and I felt drained out at the moment, breathing lowly, as I looked back up at her.

"You're scared of him," she realized, as if the thought had just dawned on her, she looked at me and I was surprised when I saw what looked like pity in her eyes, "and you don't even know half of what he is capable of doing," she replied with a slight shake of her head.

It was then I realized she hadn't seemed surprised about finding out all that Harvest had done. Not the sight of his wings, not the sight of the siren.

She looked down at me for a moment, no expression in her eyes, clearing her throat for a moment-

"I was sent to see if you're unspoken," she paused raising an eyebrow, "and apparently, you are."

With that she turned away, disappearing into nothingness.

I was left alone in the void, my mind blank, until everything began to dissolve and I felt myself open my eyes, adjusting to the brightness of the training room, the feel of my bag over my shoulder, my breathing low.

Raskei was nowhere to be seen but I almost had a heart attack when I heard Harvest's voice, heavy on the accent-

I turned around to find him seated in his designated area,

"It seems you passed."

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