She was standing in front of him, in all her wrath. Her dress, that was some hours before, white and clean, making her look like an angel, was now stained with little red drops. She was grabbing in her left hand a sword, his sword, the sword of the young man who was shaking in his own terror on the ground. Under her feet, she was keeping safe his sword that he lost during the violent fight that they had, moments ago. 

She took steps into his direction, looking at him with her eyes where a fire of craziness was burning. 

"E-Eris...We could f-find a...a compromise, r-right?"

She smiled at him, at his poor face, at every of his shakes, at the blood on her dress, at the situation. Not only this smile was ironic but also of pride. She was proud of herself. And she'll hope that Mother would be too. 

-Dear, she started, smirking at him, look at you! Do you think you're in a state where you can negotiate of life and death?

- L-life and de-...death?, he stuttered, as if he was surprised. 

She lifted his chin with the sword making him look into her eyes.

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- What did you think I would do with this bloody body of yours? Treat your wounds?

- B-but Eris...w-we are-...

- Do I look like I care of the any relations that could be between us?!, she shouted. Do I look like I CARE?!

It's at that precise moment, when she decided to support her words by stabbing him in his chest,  I was persuaded that she was a psycho. Because she didn't know that there were two innocent eyes  looking at this scene with horror, under a table. I tried to make myself believe that I was in a nightmare, that they were playing, that all of that was an act. But when I saw the blood flowing to me, tears went running on my face. That is how, I witnessed the death of my own brother, killed by my own sister at only seven years old. I wish I would've not accepted Anevay's invitation to play hide and seek. I would've not make my life miserable that way. If I only wasn't in this room, under this table, this red fluid running to me as if it wanted to eat me, to engulf me in this horrible reality.  I remember really well trying to not be touch by the monster that was sliding under the table. My heart was beating so fast and then... then nothing. Everything went black. I only remember that, when I woke up, I was laying in my bed, in my room. I sat up straight. Did I dream? Was that all a nightmare? I was asking those question to myself but I didn't actually believed of those possibilities. I knew that everything that I saw was real. My eyes fell on something on my hand. Blood. So the monster got me. My body was shaking again. I recall that, that nigh, I made a big fuss in the castle. I was shouting, crying shaking. Nobody really understood what I had. I mean, they looked like they didn't. But was that, the real act...?