Sylvia POV
The more I spend time with her, the more I doubt myself. I understand what happened to me. I remember all of it. From the threats, to the torment, to the training and to the past. In her own way, mistress has protected me in the past. Even though she does not look at me, she has always made sure that her father did not do anything to me. Yes, all my training was done by head maid. She is the one who thought me to control my emotions.
“Urgh.”
It has been a long time since I was injured. This time, it was due to protecting mistress. Ever since back then, I have studied my magic. The effect my emotions would have. Whenever I activate my magic, my current emotion would choose what type would appear. Happy would be wind, anger would be fire, sadness would be water, melancholy would be earth, disgust would be ice, shock would be lightning. It took me years before I could control my emotions.
“Am I back?”
Looking around, I am in my room. I lost consciousness once I arrived. My body hurts but it does not impact my mobility at all. There is no one else here, I would assume that head maid is currently with the mistress. I stand up and sit down in front of the vanity. I see myself reflected in it. Looking worse than how I feel.
“I failed this time.”
I let the mistress get hurt. I came to terms to my position a long time ago. In order to protect my life, to protect my family, and to protect her but things have changed. The fear that constantly haunts the mistress has disappeared. The fear that would always linger is no longer there. It has been replaced with confidence.
“How did she change?”
I have always looked after her. The fear that I felt for her made me pity her. So, I did my part but why did her fear disappearing made me hesitant. I should be happy that her fear is no longer present. I should be happy that her confidence is here.
“Because, she might no longer need you.”
My reflection answers my thoughts. Yes, as the months pass, this thought has always been in my mind. My only use was to be a tool for the mistress. One word from her and I would lose everything. So, I have to make sure that I serve a purpose. I have no other choice.
“She will leave you behind.”
Ever since her fear disappeared, I would slowly no longer be able to control my emotions. Any emotion would render me weak, would render me helpless. So, my only choice was to suppress all of it. To remove all my emotions. In doing so, I can only use one type of magic, the void. But the void does not have long range capabilities, I can only use it to kill someone at close range.
“That is not enough. You already know what you should do.”
My reflection leaves the mirror and crawls towards me. I am still suppressing my emotions as it holds my face and gazes to my eyes. A dark murky color reflects to me. A darkness so deep that I would say it is the abyss that is staring.
“You are running out of time.”
Yes. Mistress has changed. I no longer understand who she is.
“The caged bird has flown away. You are losing control.”
The mistress has been with me for so long. Ever since I saw her, I have always been by her side. I was the only one on her side.
“Do not let others take her away from you.”
Mistress now has other people. She has others that she can share her life with. I have never been able to sleep for so long. I stared at her hugging those women all night long. That was my place. My position.
“The mistress is ours. She is ours.”
I can only see the abyss in front of me. It longs to consume me. I have suppressed it for so long. But why did I? Why did I suppress it for so long?
“You already know what to do.”
My words would not stop mistress. No matter how much pain she is in, her confidence never disappears. She will always move to her destination. So, what can I do? What should I do to stop her?
“You already know what to do.”
If I let mistress, move further. More opponents would appear. The mistress is weak, I must protect her. The mistress is weak, I must be with her. The mistress is weak, I can keep her.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. We do not share. We do not want to share.”
Yes. The mistress is mine. She has always been. It should have been me she was hugging. It should have been me she was kissing. It should have been me she was looking.
“She is weak. You are strong. She is yours and yours alone.”
I can feel my reflection enter me. I can feel my emotions.
“Yes. Let me free. We will accomplish our desires. We will catch her. We will dominate her. We will become one with her.”
Yes. That is right. Why am I still doing this? Why do I need to suppress this emotion? It would be so easy to let it out. To let it-
“Sylvia.”
A knock on the door startles me. I look around in the room and see no one else. Who was I talking to? What happened to me? I stood up but I felt a headache.
“I will be entering now.”
Head maid enters the room as I stagger. She catches me and puts me on the bed.
“What about mistress?”
“She is still asleep. I will be checking on her after you.”
After some checks, head maid leaves the room. I feel exhausted and my eyes feel heavy. By coincidence, I look at the mirror. I feel like I saw myself and I said something.
“We shall be free to take what is rightfully mine.”
