Meteorite

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The other figure was on the floor. Not moving. Who was sleeping on the floor? Slowly as my vision focused I saw it was Zane. He wasn't just not moving, he wasn't breathing either. Around him were vines. And blood. And a silver dagger.

"Oh my God-"

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"He ... was trying to murder us," began Cynthia. 

The three had been sitting in silence for a long time now. Cynthia had been shaken awake by her twin, and she too had needed a moment to process the scene before her. Her first move was to get up and close the door so that no one would disturb them. Celebriar had cried until she couldn't get out any more tears. Now she sat on the floor, trembling all over, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the floor. 

"So..." continued Cynthia. "You stopped him, which is goo-"

"I murdered him for goodness' sake, s-so that makes me just l-like him!" The older sister burst out, choking. 

"You never know, maybe he's not dead yet!" tried Celestia hopefully. Celebriar glared at her, her eyes filling with tears again. The youngest sister hastily spoke again, "Er- w-well- ... you did it for a good reason, right? To save us! He could have killed us, and you just... gave him a taste of his own medicine-"

"It's murder- AH!" hissed Celebriar, suddenly slapping a hand on her face, just below her left eye. "Ow..." She winced, moving her hand away slowly, and the twins saw that a burning red mark had suddenly appeared there.

Upon seeing the mark, Cynthia's face went white and she too started trembling. "A Marke of Sin..." 

"W-What?!" stuttered Celebriar. "No- please- it- it's not r-red, is it?" (Red Marke of Sin means murder.)

The twins glanced at each other. "Um... well... "

"NO!" Celebriar cried out. "No, no, no! It can't! It can't be right here on my face- everyone'll see it- oh my god-"

"We can cover it?" suggested Celestia. "That doesn't- that won't- AGH!" yelled Celebriar in frustration, jumping up. "What are we going to do with him?! Everyone will ask- they'll form a chaos-"

"Hello? Young Highnesses?" The three sisters froze, hearing the voice from the other side of the door. "Is everything alright?" Adel's voice continued, which was followed by the loudest silence the three had heard. They then heard shuffling and fading footsteps, indicating that Adel had decided not to think too much of it and left. Celebriar weakly sank into a chair. "What are we going to do? " she groaned quietly, burying her tear-stained face in her hands. 

"How about we start," said Cynthia, slipping off her bed and looking around at Celestia. "By getting rid of him." Celestia's eyes widened in understanding. "You're really okay with-" she whispered, before she was cut off by Cynthia. "Yes. What choice do we have?" The other girl nodded, and she stood up. 

"What are you going to do?" asked Celebriar suspiciously. In response, Celestia held out her arm in front of her. Suddenly something black and oval-shaped emerged from her palm, spreading all over. Celestia hurriedly raised her other hand, apparently trying to control it. She bent down and directed it at the dead body. And in the blink of an eye, it had disappeared. Sucked in through the black hole Celestia had created. 

Silence.

"Oh... oh..." Celebriar managed to get out. 

"We need to figure out how to cover the mark up," frowned Cynthia. "We can worry about that in the morning, can't we? Sis, make sure no one sees you. We should sleep."