I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

Chapter 61- The result of the Incident

Ambre ray's diffused into the room from the windows while dark intricate curtains hung down from it leaving a shadowy imprint of two figures in an awkward position.

Ciara's little body jerked noticeably as she took a few steps back, her eyes dilated while her face froze in a mask of horror and her jaw dropped slightly.

'...what…what are they doing ?'.

She asked herself as she slowly walked back, her little head trying to solve the throbbing question.

Though without an answer, she could tell that what they were doing in that room, whatever it could be was wrong.

Backing away carefully, she stumbled into a familiar figure, startled by the impact.

Her head tilted up, her eyes fixed on the gaze from a stern familiar face.

"Mo…Mother ?".

The woman stared at her quietly, her eyes filled with apathy and a hint of grief hid beneath it. She walked past her daughter and walked into the room.

"Mo…Mother wa"-CRASH

A sudden, piercing crash reverberated through the space, startling her as a result.

She tripped her own feet and plopped down on her backside.

"What do you think you are doing ?!" The familiar voice of her Father rang in her ears as she heard a familiar voice screaming and a loud crisp sound that followed suite.

The sound of sobbing filled the room as her mother walked out, her hand pulling on a familiar looking Maid's hair.

"Mo…Mother ! what are you doing to Lora ?" She asked, her voice shaking with fear and disbelief as she stared at the maid, hearing the sound of her soft whimpers.

"What do you think you are doing, Kira !". Her father walked out of the room, grabbing Ciara's mother by her arm.

Her father, a tall man with porcelain-like skin and piercing green eyes.

His dark raven hair, nestled messily on his head with a hint of sweat in the locks and his striped luxurious suit was disheveled, his face flushed with exertion.

Kira, Ciara's mother glanced at his hand and then at him, her gaze staring intently into his.

"A maid ? did you think I will not catch you Cedric ?" She asked, her words laced in a frosty demeanor while her expression remained unreadable, her face a mask of calm.

Cedric, Ciara's father, glared at her, his face twitching in anger.

"Why should I care about that ? Let her go this very instant !". He cried out, his voice growing higher with each timbre.

Kira remained silent for a short while then suddenly tugged on Lora's hair, her sudden action caused Lora to Yelp in pain "....are you raising your voice on me ? Over this maid !". Kira asked, her words sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.

"she's….she's just not any Maid, Kira…please…I love her….let her go". His gaze slowly softened revealing the warmth beneath his eyes and his lips quivered, he held Kira's hand firmly hoping that she would not just disappear with Lora.

Kira's brow furrowed and her lips pursed in displeasure. She stared at his hand that firmly touched held hers and her expression only deepened.

She looked up again. "I will burn this woman that you have so easily used to replace me and I will make sure you watch it all….year after year, centuries after centuries. You shall live with this guilt for the rest of your life".

Cedric trembled, his grip loosening on her arm. A piercing sensation overwhelmed him, like he was being stabbed alive.

He didnt realize when Kira pulled her hand away from him and grabbed the sobbering Maid away, pulling her carelessly on the floor and all this while Ciara sat watching it unfold before her eyes.

"Mo…Mo..Mother ! What do you mean burn ?!" She cried out, snapping herself out from the shock as she quickly sprung up from the floor to chase after her.

"Mo…Moth-"

A sharp crack echoed through the air as Kira's palm connected with Ciara's lips.

Her head jerked suddenly to the side, eyes widened in shock.

She stopped abruptly, slowly placing her palm on her stinging cheek as her lips quivered, tears slwoly building up pressure behind her expressionless eyes.

"Do you intend on taking this whore side as well ?" Her mother said at the top of her voice, pulling Lora's head again and making her shriek in pain, ineffectively trying to use her hands to hide the pain that brewed from her expression.

Ciara slowly looked up, disbelief in her eyes…no was it disbelief ? The expression she made could not be describe with words. Only that they were filled with confusion, pain, incredulity, anger, betrayal and it brewed deeply within the little girl.

"La….Lady Kira please….dont hit the young lady because of me". Lora spoke up, but Kira's face twisted terribly.

It looked like she was staring at something revolting.

She jerked her hair making her yip again, turned around and pulled her along with her as she walked away.

Ciara watched, still startled by the whole event to make sense of it quickly. After all, there was little a six year old could do to compute all the things that happened before her.

"You….". The voice of her father rang in her ears as she turned back quickly. Your next chapter awaits on empire

Her pupils constricted and her legs walked backwards, noticing her Father sudden advancement towards her.

His expression was contorted in fear and grief as he stretched out his hand and pulled his daughter hair.

"Its because of you !".

He cried out, dragging her little body as he hurled her to the wall.

Her body crashed with a deafening noise as she shrieked loudly in pain.

The tears that were held back simply because of her resolve forced it's way down her flushed cheek as her father suddenly grabbed her hair again.

"why did you do it ?! Why did you open the door ?!" His voice sounded vicious and cracked in anguish as tears dripped down his chin, he swung his hand violently accross her face and a stinging blow cracked against her cheek.

"Fa..Father ?! Why ?!" She cried out in pain, raising her little hands in protest.

She struggled to set her self free from his hard grip but he only held her tighter.

He suddenly tossed her away and she fell to the ground with a defeaning noise. Her eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

She quickly got up, right before her father could get to her and ran.

She ran, moving her little body as fast as she could, blood dripping on the floor from beneath her gown, staining the pristine floors with a sorrowful hue. She was not sure what she did wrong but she knew she had to get away from him.

Her father was not his is right mind, her father would never hit her, there was something boggling her father to the point where he had to hit her but she couldn't figure out why.

Her body shook. Her eyes were red and puffy while tears brimmed over.

Confusion swirled in her mind, with questions racing through her thought.

'what did I do to deserve this ?!' She asked herself, her heart pounding in her chest.

'why does he not love mother but lora ?'

'why should I not defend my best friend ?'

'why was lora with father in a closed room ?'

'....an enchantment….I noticed it….why was there an enchantment in that room ?'

She could not find answers to the throbbing questions in her head. It was too much for her at the moment, her emotions swirled deeply in her chest, making it hard to breath, making it hard to run but she had to. She needed to get away from her father as fast as she could and she kept on running.

The staff exchanged worried glances to the little girl that ran past them, rushed to a turn, reached for her room and slammed her door behind her.

She locked it, pulled out the key and flung it away to God knows where and quickly climbed up her bed.

She covered her body with the sheath, clasping her legs with her arms as she shivered.

Her tears and her soft sobs filled the room, a haunting silence nestled in and wrapping her heart with sorrow.

*****

The little girl remained still, within her sheaths, the number of hours that had passed or the number of knocks she had heard by the door were lost to her and she decided to remain in her own little world.

It was safer, no one did confusing things, no one hit her and no one certainly made her cry.

Her thoughts continued to reel in her mind but confusion persisted, making it difficult for her to think straight.

The only thing she could do was wait. Wait patiently and hope for the a better tomorrow. Whatever the results were, she hoped to find everything the same as the past but she was gravely mistaken.

Time seemed to pass by slowly or did it ? She couldn't tell, she felt too safe to care about how much time had passed and too tired to think about it.

The tension had grown tiresome and her body had grown exhausted from the activities of the day. Her eyes slowly closed, drifting into sleep when a chill shriek shook the walls of her room.

Her body jerked in shock, recognizing the sound of the voice instantly and

her heart pumped in overdrive, the screams increasing with each passing second.

She was overwhelmed with dread, trying hard to cover her ears to block the sound to no avail.

The scream only increased, hints of sadness and pain, betrayal and mercy, resent and anguish lingering in her voice painfully clear and it caused her to shiver.

She held her sheath tighter, cascades of tears flowing down, her lips quivering and her eyes pulsating, praying that her nightmare may end.