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Violet looked at me for a few moments, her expression never changing and said, “Davik, we need to talk.”
“What would you like to talk about?” I asked, gesturing for her to come inside. “You will need to be a bit more specific.”
“No, not here,” she replied with a shake of her head. “Let’s talk somewhere more private. This needs to be a talk between you and me, with no one else interfering or trying to give their own input.”
I shrugged my shoulders, though I took note of her lack of reply. I followed her to where she chose for our conversation. She took us out of the town, through the gate behind my house, to the entrance of the woods. She did not say a word, nor did she look at me the entire time. Her posture and body language was cold and distant, which I had not seen before. We continued to walk into the woods, and I was starting to find the silence a bit unsettling.
“What is this about, Violet? You have been cold, distant and have been acting out of the ordinary. You have attacked my character more than once, and that of your friends.”
She stopped walking and turned to look at me and the blank expression had changed to one of anger.
“YOU LEFT ME! COUNTLESS TIMES! Each time I needed you, you were gone. Your father was killed, and you were taken away - it did not stop the pain of losing you! I had loved you since we were six and I thought I would never see you again. I suffered terrible things while you were gone, and yes, Lillian was a substitute for you. Then you came back and I felt better than I ever had, because you came back to me. I broke things off with Lillian because I did not need her anymore once you had come back.
“Then you decided to risk your life during the blood moon, to kill the wolves attacking us, not thinking of what would happen to me if I lost you. You were dead set on killing these things and aggravating Brant in the process. I began to count the days before you wound up dead of the violence and danger that you kept running towards.
“You defeated all of the wolves, one of which was Brant, but ended up injured and I hoped that it would end your foolish crusade. That, instead of fighting and looking for more danger, you would end this foolishness and concentrate on us.
“Instead, you try and get cured, once again leaving me behind. But that was not the part that upsets me. I knew it was important and I wanted you to get better, but I should have been the one to go with you, not Liza and my mother! You had me stay behind, yet you let them come with you!”
“First of all,” I retorted, anger beginning to take hold, “your mother knew the most about the illness that was plaguing me, and she wanted the person she trusted most to run the clinic. That is why you had to stay, because I would have loved nothing more than to have you come with me.
“Second, you not only pushed Liza to go, you also pushed her to sleep with me. How do I know that you did not sleep with Lillian while I was away?”
Violet only became more irritated and turned, stomping deeper into the forest. It brought back memories of our childhood, times when her anger would not let her see reason. It was Ruben who always was able to pull her out of it, and now he was part of the reason she was so angry.
“That is none of your business,” she spat, irritation evident in her voice, “nor is it the point! You left me behind and, as you admitted, slept with Liza!”
“How is it that you need to know every facet of my life, but I cannot ask the same of you? That is not an equal partnership that we would have as a couple. You cannot hold that against me, as you specifically told her to not only share my bed to help with my attacks, but to have relations with me. I have seven people who can confirm that you did, indeed, say that, so do not bother to deny it. How can you push someone to do something, push me to accept it, then be mad because it happened?”
“You speak to me about partnership,” she muttered, continuing her path through the woods. “Yet every time I need your support, need you to comfort me through a difficult time, you are gone. My father kidnapped me. He killed someone who was my friend too - Trent’s death hurt me terribly.
“I loved my father dearly, which made his betrayal even worse, and Trent’s death felt like it was my fault, in a way.
“Then, you helped to kill my father, the man I loved almost as much as I loved you. He was the one who always helped me through my toughest times. He was the one that made your leaving bearable and would help me to see through my pain.
“YOU TOOK THAT AWAY FROM ME! I expected you to stay, to help me to grieve and understand what had happened. To help me work through all the thoughts and emotions that filled my head.
“Sure, you told us what had happened from your perspective, but I never knew why he did what he did. Then you up and decided to leave again and I had to put up a brave face. Knowing that, this time when you leave, the only person who would be able to help me through something like this, is gone.
“You find my father’s journal and take the only item that could have given me an idea of what happened and why. I asked my mother about it, but she tells me not to worry about it, ‘it was meant for Davik to find’. Now, not only is the man I love gone, but my mother is trying to prevent me from getting answers.
“Then I found out that my mother went to see you while you were gone. Something that neither of you had mentioned to me when either of you returned.”
I gently took her arm, trying to get her to look at me and stop walking for a moment. When she did, I was shown only anger and contempt on her face.
“How did you come to know that your mother came to visit me while I was gone? I did not even know that she was coming, nor did I understand how she knew where I was.”
“I overheard her talking to Celka when she got back,” she replied, an irritated tone in her voice. “It was then that I found out about her visiting you, that she told you to destroy the journal and that you had Lillian with you! You came up with a lame excuse of why she was with you when you returned.”
“Lillian was attacked by a Tora, near where my camp was! I had to carry her to Fardun, so that she could seek medical attention from the village healer.”
She shook her head and continued to walk through the woods, until we came to a familiar tree.
“You lied to me and kept things from me,” she spat, her anger evidently increasing. “How can I believe anything you tell me? You could have spent the entire time you were both gone having sex with her. Laughing at how poor, naive Violet had no clue what you were up to. I have seen the way she had begun to look at you, Davik, I know that she has become drawn to you. You could have even had your way with my mother while you were gone. I have seen how she looks at you as well, even before the death of my father. Every time I find you with someone in a circumstance that is not innocent, you claim that it is. I cannot trust anything you say, anymore. You have robbed me of my trust, of my father, and of the answers I seek. Every time that you should have been there for me, you left and now ... now, I wish you had never come back. The joy you have brought does not outweigh the pain you have caused.”
“Have you really resented me all this time?” I asked, shocked at her words. “If you have, then why sleep with me that day by the lake? Why return to my bed and continue to have a physical relationship with me, if you feel that way? Why attempt to throw women at me, especially when you use it as a reason to feel this way about me?”
“To distract you from this foolish quest of yours, so that you could be with me!
“I never asked you to kill the beast that murdered your parents. I never asked you to rid the town of the wolves that had been attacking Cartha for six years!
“I never cared about that, all I ever wanted was you, but I was not enough to make you stop. So, I tried to entice you with others, hoping that it might get you to stop. I would happily have you bed every woman in town if it would make you focus on me!”
“Do you really believe that it would have made things any better? Brant was trying to kill me. If I had not gotten involved, I could have been dead within a few blood moons! He was planning on killing your entire family, just so that you would have nothing left but him! Do you honestly think a man who killed his own father would stop at anything to kill me and have you?!”
“I do not care, Davik! We could have left - gone somewhere no one would have found us and made a life together. You never once thought of that. All you thought about was your stupid vendetta!”
“So,” I asked softly, afraid of what her answer might be. “If you really hate me that much, what does this mean then, Violet?”
“You left me. More times than I can accept,” she uttered, her voice devoid of emotion. “You are the reason my father is no longer here to help me through the chaos in my mind. He will never get to see me marry, to walk me to my intended and give his blessing on our union. I yearn to be in your arms and feel your love, but I have no trust in you or faith in us. The pain is too much, and I cannot bear to be near you, I have lost too much because of you.”
She bent down and pulled out the knife that she kept in her boot, the one my father made for Ruben years ago. I could see the anger on her face and in her posture, for a moment I feared that she would attack me.
What she did instead, cut me like any wound would have. She slashed and stabbed at the engraving we had made in our tree all those years ago. Bark and wood chips were sent flying as she destroyed the symbol of how we felt about one another. When she was done, there was nothing left but a mangled scar in the side of the tree. Without saying a word, she placed the knife back into her boot and began to walk back to the village.
I fell to my knees and wept, knowing that this was more than a symbolic gesture. My heart ached worse than my shoulder ever had, and I had trouble breathing. This loss was far worse than my parents’ death - she was still alive, and I would be forced to see her nearly every day.
I do not know how long I wept, or when I had fallen asleep, but I was brought out of the realm of dreams by a gentle shake of the shoulder. As I opened my eyes, I hoped that I would gaze upon Violet, that it had all been just a bad dream. My eyes fell upon Trina and quickly looked around, hoping that I was not in front of the tree. I looked up and saw what had once been our carving and my heart sank as the realization that it had not been a dream set in.
“Davik, are you ok?” Trina asked, worry evident in her voice. “You have been gone for hours and no one knew where you had gone.”
“No,” I replied in a bare whisper, “I do not think that I am ok, Trina, not at all. In fact, I do not know if or when I will be.”
I slowly got up, bracing myself against the tree, trying not to look at it. I could not help myself, glancing at the tree and feeling myself weaken. Trina offered to help, but I declined, and we made our way back to the house. No words were shared, but I could sense that she felt pity for me. We arrived not long after, and I entered the house to find voices in heated discussion. We made our way to the dining room and found everyone talking around the table. My former apprentices, Liza, Celka, Clive, Ilane and even Jerreth.
“It is okay, everyone,” Trina called, breaking them out of their discussion. “I found him out in the woods, he had fallen asleep near a tree with a huge gash taken out of it.”
Everyone looked relieved but had expressions of confusion on their faces. The only one who did not look confused was Ilane and when our eyes locked, her hand went to her mouth in shock. The gasp she uttered drew everyone’s attention towards her, but it was a few minutes before she said anything.
“That tree was special to Davik and Violet. The day his parents were killed, they had picked it to be a tree house that Ruben and Stevan would help them build. After their death, before he left with his elder parents, they carved their names into the tree. It was there that they had shared their first kiss, so that place holds a deep significance to them both. If there was a huge gash as you said, then Violet took him out there and cut it out herself.”
Everyone turned to look at me and I simply nodded as silent tears fell down my cheeks. Trina pulled me into a hug and her sister ran over to join her. The pain decreased a bit in their embrace, and I got control over myself. While the conversation had been private, they all knew what was talked about. I spent the next fifteen minutes describing everything she and I had said to one another. When I was done, there were mixtures of different emotions on every face. Confusion, understanding, pity were on everyone’s faces, except for Ilane’s. Her face showed anger, disappointment and bewilderment.
“That spoiled brat!” She exclaimed, causing everyone to look to her. “She has been this way since she was little, and Ruben would have to calm her down then explain whatever it was to her. Ruben and I had hoped she had grown out of it, especially how she handled what Brant had done to her. I am deeply ashamed at her actions and her accusations. For her to make those comments about you and your friends was way out of line. Her comment about me, however, that pushed a boundary she will wish she never crossed. If you will excuse me, I have a young lady to set straight.”
Ilane gathered her things and stormed out of the house, leaving the rest of us to converse. Despite what she had done, I felt pity for Violet and the ire that she had drawn on herself.
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