Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale ` 71 Summary
In Chapter 71 of “Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows,” Margaery experiences intense emotional turmoil as she grapples with the dire situation surrounding Tessa’s kidnapping. Overwhelmed by disbelief and panic, she attempts to flee but is forcibly stopped by Joshua, who urges her to help save Tessa. Margaery’s anger erupts as she questions why she should bear the burden of rescuing someone she perceives as a fraud, leading to a heartbreaking confrontation filled with accusations and despair.
As the tension escalates, Tessa’s cries for understanding pierce the chaos, revealing her vulnerability and fear. The sinister kidnapper manipulates the situation, threatening both Margaery and Tessa with violence, forcing Joshua to make a horrific choice. In a moment of desperation, he inflicts grievous harm on Margaery, severing her tongue to save Tessa, which plunges the scene into further horror. The physical pain Margaery endures is compounded by the emotional devastation of betrayal from those she once considered family.
The scene grows even darker as the kidnapper revels in the chaos, demanding further violence while Margaery suffers from the poison administered to her. The brutality escalates to the severing of her limbs, leaving her in a state of helplessness and despair as she reflects on the love and loyalty she once felt from her family, now replaced by disgust and betrayal. Margaery’s suffering becomes a stark reminder of the depths of cruelty that her loved ones are willing to descend to save Tessa.
In the aftermath of the violence, Margaery’s lifeless body is treated with indifference by those she once trusted, as the kidnapper’s twisted game continues. In a desperate bid for survival, Clyde shields Tessa from an incoming arrow, inadvertently leading to Margaery’s fatal injury. As she lies dying, the last remnants of her connection to her family fade away, replaced by the chilling reality of her situation. The chapter concludes with Dashnell’s frantic efforts to save Margaery, showcasing his determination and love as he races against time to find help, while Craig’s fury and urgency highlight the gravity of the situation.
The emotional weight of this chapter is profound, highlighting themes of betrayal, sacrifice, and the fragility of familial bonds. Margaery’s pain serves as a catalyst for the characters’ actions, forcing them to confront their loyalties and the lengths they will go to protect those they love, even at the cost of their own humanity.
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**Chapter 71: It Hurts So Much**
Margaery’s heart felt as though it was being violently torn apart, each beat echoing her disbelief. She stood frozen, her mind racing as she shook her head in denial. The world around her blurred, and in a moment of sheer panic, she turned and fled, her feet pounding against the ground in a desperate bid for escape.
In an instant, Joshua’s strong hand gripped her arm, yanking her back with a force that left her breathless. His expression was grim, a storm brewing in his eyes. “Margaery, this is our only chance to save Tessa. Are you really going to turn your back on her?” His voice was low and filled with urgency.
“Why isn’t it you?” she shouted, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. “If you care so much about saving her, then you do it! Why should I be the one to suffer? I owe her nothing! She’s just a fraud!” The words tumbled out, each one laced with anger and confusion.
“Joshua, I’m not…” Tessa’s voice broke through the tension, her sobs punctuating her words. “I really am Mom and Dad’s real daughter. I don’t understand why Margaery would treat me this way…” Her eyes were wide with fear and desperation, searching for understanding in the chaos.
The kidnapper, lurking in the shadows, wore a sinister grin that sent chills down Margaery’s spine. “Joshua, if you slice out her tongue, she won’t be able to talk back anymore,” he taunted, his voice dripping with malice.
Joshua’s eyes narrowed, his determination hardening into a steely resolve.
The kidnapper escalated the threat, pressing the knife ominously against Tessa’s mouth. “Make your choice, Joshua. Either you cut out Margaery’s tongue, or I will cut out Tessa’s.” His voice was a chilling whisper, the air thick with tension.
“Make your choice,” he repeated, his tone mocking.
Tessa’s terror erupted into a piercing scream that echoed through the night, a sound filled with pure anguish.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Joshua’s grip tightened around Margaery’s jaw as he dislocated it with a brutal twist. The knife glinted in the dim light, and in the next heartbeat, blood splattered across the ground, a vivid reminder of the horror unfolding.
Margaery felt a sharp, searing pain radiate through her body as her tongue hit the ground, the dagger in Joshua’s hand oozing crimson. He didn’t spare her a glance; his focus was solely on the kidnapper. “Let Tessa go,” he demanded, his voice a low growl.
The kidnapper chuckled darkly, relishing the chaos. “Lord Joshua, don’t rush. The game has only just begun.” His eyes sparkled with twisted glee as he turned to Avery. “Poison her. I want to see her break out in hives, to writhe in agony, desperate to scream but unable to make a sound!” His eyes gleamed with wild insanity, a predator reveling in the hunt.
With Margaery’s jaw forced open, Avery poured the poison down her throat, his gaze cold and devoid of empathy. “Margaery, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for dragging Tessa into this mess. This is what you deserve.” His words were like daggers, cutting deeper than any physical pain.
The poison ignited her allergies, sending her body into a frenzy of torment. Margaery writhed on the ground, the unbearable itching consuming her sanity, clawing at her skin until it was slick with blood. But Raul, unmoved, kept his eyes locked on the kidnapper. “Now, will you let Tessa go?” he demanded, his voice steady despite the chaos.
The kidnapper laughed again, a sound filled with delight. “Lord Chancellor, I find those without arms or legs particularly fascinating. If you can manage that for me, I’ll let Tessa go.”
Raul’s frown deepened as he glanced at Andrew, who stood nearby, sword in hand.
Andrew raised his weapon high, and with a swift, merciless motion, he severed Margaery’s arms and legs. Blood sprayed across his face, yet his youthful features remained hard, marred only by disgust for her. He barely acknowledged her suffering before turning back to the kidnapper. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his voice devoid of emotion.
Blood pooled around Margaery, the pain overwhelming, drowning out all rational thought. She lay helplessly on the ground, her body unresponsive, tears of blood streaming down her cheeks as she gazed at her family.
There was her father, who had once vowed to cherish her forever. Joshua, who had become an Imperial General with the help of her sword manual. Avery, who had risen to power through her medical recipes. Russell, who had once begged for a charm just for her. Clyde, who had sworn to protect her for life. And Andrew, who had promised to conquer the world with her by his side.
But now, all she could see in their eyes was nothing but disgust. For Tessa, they had done this to her.
Blood flowed from her eyes like tears, each drop a testament to her suffering.
The pain seared through her very soul, leaving no room for love or compassion. All that remained in their hearts was Tessa.
Clyde glared at the kidnapper, desperation lacing his voice. “Is this enough for you? Let my sister go already!”
Once, Margaery had been their sister too.
The kidnapper’s laughter was manic, echoing in the stillness. “No wonder you’re the sons of the Chancellor’s estate—each of you is ruthless to the core. You don’t even hesitate! Watching you all is just thrilling!”
With a sudden shout, he hurled Tessa toward them.
Out of nowhere, a cold arrow whistled through the air, aimed directly at Tessa.
Clyde’s eyes widened in horror. He kicked Margaery aside and instinctively stepped in front of Tessa, his body a shield against the impending doom.
But the arrow found its mark, piercing through Margaery’s heart and pinning her to the ground.
Tessa screamed, throwing herself into Clyde’s arms, her sobs echoing in the silence. “It’s okay, Tessa. It’s all over now,” he murmured, holding her tightly, trying to shield her from the horror that surrounded them.
Raul’s voice cut through the chaos with a cold command. “Russell, deal with the body. What happened here must remain our secret. Not a word of this must ever get out.”
As Russell grabbed Margaery by the hair and dragged her away, her lifeless form was tossed into the icy pool. So cold… Margaery thought, a fleeting sensation as the freezing water invaded her wounds, suffocating her.
Inside the carriage, Margaery burned with fever, unconscious and trembling in Dashnell’s arms. Tears streamed down her face, a silent testament to her suffering.
“So cold… It hurts…” she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper.
“Mommy…” she called out weakly, her half-conscious mind clinging to the familiar comfort.
With desperation, she gripped Dashnell’s hand, her only anchor in the storm of agony.
Dashnell’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as he held her close, his heart aching for her pain. “I swear, if I ever let you get hurt again, I’ll break my own legs!” His voice was fierce, filled with a protective rage that threatened to spill over.
In his previous life, by the time Dashnell found her, her body had been nothing more than a mangled mess, unrecognizable and beyond repair. The memories of that pain were too agonizing to revisit.
He held her tightly, wishing he could absorb all her suffering, even take her place in death if it meant sparing her agony.
“Adam, faster!” Dashnell shouted, urgency lacing his voice as he felt the weight of time pressing down on him.
He could no longer contain his desperation.
The carriage thundered toward the west side of the city, but Dashnell’s patience snapped. Clutching Margaery in his arms, he burst from the carriage like a shadow, racing straight for Old Craig’s place.
“Prince Dashnell!” Adam shouted, but Dashnell seemed deaf to everything but his singular focus. He threw back a command, “Summon the Thirteen Shades from Stormshade Hall!”
An icy chill washed over Adam, dread curling in his stomach. The realization struck him—Prince Dashnell was no longer holding back.
“Craig, hurry! Someone needs saving!” A frantic shout pierced the night, familiar yet laced with urgency and fear.
“Prince Dashnell? What’s wrong?” Craig scrambled out of bed, his heart racing, fearing for Dashnell’s safety.
But in the next moment, Dashnell stormed into the room, a whirlwind of panic and determination, laying Margaery onto the bed with a gentleness that belied the chaos. “Craig, it’s Margaery! She’s hurt! Hurry!” His voice quivered with emotion, each word a plea for help.
He stood tall, no longer confined to his wheelchair, every ounce of his being focused solely on Margaery. Nothing else mattered in that moment.
Craig froze, shock momentarily paralyzing him before fury ignited in his eyes. He glared at Margaery, lying gravely injured on the bed. “Who had the audacity to do this?” he demanded, his voice a low growl.
Margaery was unconscious, her body a canvas of pain.
Craig’s eyes widened in horror as he instinctively glanced at the hairpin in her hair, recognizing the gravity of the situation. “Someone actually dared to hurt her this badly…” His voice trembled with disbelief.
Without hesitation, he tore her clothing open at the shoulder with swift, practiced movements. “Dashnell, get me the medicine on the top right of the fifth shelf!”
Dashnell rushed to comply, grabbing the medicine and handing it to Craig with trembling hands.
Craig worked quickly, cleaning the wound, sprinkling powder, and applying a bandage. The minutes stretched into an eternity as they fought to stop the bleeding. “Thank goodness I had some of that medicine left from last time. If I had to mix a new batch now, it would have been too late.”
“Who did this? They were trying to take her life!” Craig’s eyes blazed with rage, the fire of his anger igniting.
Dashnell’s voice was rough, filled with a fury that matched Craig’s. “I’ve already dispatched people to investigate. We’ll have answers soon. And when we do, I’ll make them pay.”
“How is she?” Dashnell asked, his heart pounding as he sat beside her, wrapping her cold hand in his. “I can’t believe someone would dare to lay a hand on her after everything. The Wallen family… They have truly outdone themselves. I never expected such cruelty.”
Craig finished bandaging the wound, finally letting out a sigh of relief. “Do you think it was someone from the Chancellor’s estate?”
Conclusion
In the aftermath of chaos and bloodshed, Margaery lay on the brink of life and death, her body a testament to the brutal choices made by those she once called family. The pain coursing through her, both physical and emotional, was a cruel reminder of betrayal and desperation. As she drifted in and out of consciousness, the faces of her loved ones morphed into grotesque masks of horror and regret, their once warm gazes now filled with disgust and fear. In those fleeting moments, Margaery grasped the harsh reality that love could be twisted into something unrecognizable, and the bonds of kinship shattered like fragile glass under the weight of sacrifice. The world around her faded into an icy numbness, each heartbeat a reminder of the choices that had led her to this moment—a moment steeped in agony and loss.
But amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope sparked within Dashnell as he cradled Margaery’s lifeless form, his determination igniting a fierce resolve to protect her at all costs. His unwavering commitment to her safety stood as a beacon against the encroaching shadows, a promise that her suffering would not be in vain. As Craig worked tirelessly to mend her wounds, the air thick with urgency and desperation, it became clear that love, even when marred by tragedy, had the power to forge new paths. In that fragile space between life and death, Margaery’s story was far from over; it was a testament to resilience, a whisper of strength that would echo into distant tomorrows. With Dashnell and Craig fighting for her, the embers of her spirit flickered, hinting at a resurgence that would challenge the very darkness that sought to consume her.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**
As the chilling aftermath of Margaery’s torment unfolds, readers will be thrust deeper into the tangled web of family loyalty and betrayal. The stakes have never been higher, and the tension will escalate as Dashnell and Craig race against time to uncover the truth behind the brutal attack. With Margaery’s life hanging in the balance, the duo will face not only the physical challenges of healing her wounds but also the emotional turmoil of confronting those responsible for her suffering. The revelation of hidden alliances and dark secrets within the Chancellor’s estate promises to shatter the fragile bonds between characters, leaving readers breathless with anticipation.
Moreover, the sinister presence of the kidnapper continues to loom large, his twisted game far from over. As Joshua, Clyde, and the others grapple with their actions, the psychological scars of their choices will come to light, forcing them to confront their own demons. Will they find redemption, or will they be consumed by guilt and despair? The next chapter will delve into the complexities of their relationships, revealing unexpected alliances and igniting the flames of vengeance that could either save or destroy them all. Prepare for a gripping exploration of the human psyche, where love, pain, and betrayal intertwine, leaving readers on the edge of their seats, eager to discover what fate awaits Margaery and her family.
