Inhorèm: The Higher Elves

CHAPTER II: A SIREN SONG (8)

CHAPTER II: A SIREN SONG (8)

"Abhir begot in this world as the most beautiful of roses; but like all roses, she was withering until, she withered from the depths of her love. She replaced this with dark feelings, and this was flooded in a sentimentality sinister, full of indifference and impassivity. My youngest daughter is an unpredictable diachrony, a sweet verse that took a bitter turn, a personality overwhelmed in apathy of her own choice. My daughter embarked on a journey of no return, whose final destination is devastation, inspired in rivalry. It is an irrevocable course, an imminence of evil. 

ready to die, she bows her head because she did not place the correct look inside her for the terror she was about to experience.

She will love then, she lowers her arms aggressively, attacking with both crystals.

"Open your eyes, Abhir," exclaims the golden daughter.

Rita opens her eyes to realize that Amara had prostrated both crystals towards both sides of her, without hurting her, but imposing the majesty of a clear domain; own control.

"In your soul there is only panic," says Amara, "and your mind seems to be a disorganized mind." But your intentions aren't pure, either; this power generates unease in you. What you have done with my sister I will never forgive you, but the judgment of your life will not be in my hands.

"Get up and leave her," he continues. Go to the forest and never come back; for the infamy you have done must not be witnessed at all. Today your life has been spared, but in my kingdom you will never be allowed a second chance again. You are a disgrace, and this unfortunate decision of yours will only bring with it a curse from which your soul can never escape. You will never find happiness; you will remain impure for the rest of the days, and you will be condemned to roam the forest in search of your dignity, until the end of all time.

The last drops of the gray sky fell on the unhappy abyss. Some trees in the forest, coming down the great hill, were murmuring the name of Rita dreadfully, but she was the only one who heard them. She got up crying, covering her face as the features of the king's youngest daughter were disfigured. She started down the hill, and the further she got away from her sister and the buried crystals, the more her body became disfigured. Her back was bent, her hair was fading and her beautiful gray dress with gold and platinum embroidery, was seized by a black energy, and the divine crystals and blessed by her mother, fell at the same time. all the way from her.

On the cloudy descent of the hill, she was missing the little monster that was now hooded with her black dress. The heavens and the forests, witnessing her calamity, whispered evil laughter, intensifying in the now lost memory of the new witch; she is chained forever to wander through the rivers and forests of the northern region of the country of Edigea. Amara, on her side, raised her forehead and directed her gaze to the horizon. The light of dawn had returned, and the helpless star was bringing clarity back to her face. Her beautiful golden curls regained her color, and her vision focused on a single point: the Kingdom of Aramordt.

From the great mountain, she grabbed both crystals and raised them above the heights; where the demigods saw her and witnessed her self-proclamation as the heir to the throne, the Golden Princess. The only mind, and the only heart of her, capable of bearing the responsibility required for this energy balance. Balance of the two most powerful energies on the planet, regulated by the one who overcame the darkness. An upcoming new king. An upcoming new Queen. The Golden Queen.

PREMATURE FINAL # 1

Destroy both crystals

The King's Daughter then, chose a completely unexpected path. She watched her sister's eyes as she raised the crystals, with both hands. She pulled herself up, and with all her strength, she threw both crystals into the void of the mountain. Rita, still distracted waiting for the blow of death, raises her head and sees the exhausted face of her sister, but denoting a feeling of satisfaction.

–What have you done ?! Rita exclaims.

"The right thing to do," Amara said.

Rita turned around, and watched the crystals disappear from her vision among the cloudy levels of the void; between the depths of nowhere. Her mind became irritated, her heart began to beat much faster, and with her hands she was tearing the wet earth that was on top.

–You don't understand that these crystals have a unique power! Rita says furiously.

"They had," Amara responds. Now they are where they should be. Destroyed.

When the golden princess turned her back to her sister, and she was walking, the latter pulled a blade from her boot. The evil sorceress then, smeared the blade in the earth still contaminated by dark energy; quickly, she got up and attacked her sister.

Just a few steps from the abyss of her, the evil young woman buried the deadly blade in the back of her sister. With her other hand, she covered her lips, and squeezed him just enough not to let her speak. Rita began to take slow steps back as she buried the poisoned weapon further into the golden princess, heading for the shore of Mount Curul.

"If these powers must die, then we will both die with them!" Rita shouts satirically.

The damp earth, already weakened by the incessant battle, could hold no more. Amara was rocking back and forth, trying to get away from her sister, but this

“Rita, daughter of Argon, you have decided to set out on an unpleasant and cloudy path, but this is your destiny. This is your final path, and your purpose, after all. You have become the most powerful being, powered through the nature of dark magic, but your days will not be many. After committing such a grave and evil act: your days are numbered Abhir, and you will be overthrown by the most unexpected being; ironic, since this display of your strength was determined from the beginning of time. And the true purpose of this being in this physical realm has been to eliminate you. He is the only one capable of doing it, you have not been able to get rid of it and you will not be able to do it since this path of yours is doomed to your own extermination ... "

Argon was cold and dumbfounded, after such talk. He had been impressed by what the woman had told him, because really although he seemed hard to believe, he had realized that she was actually in love with her. And even though he had no idea if the sorceress felt the same, something inside him already knew. Something inside hers was driving him to do all these things just to be with her.

It was instinctive, really. Argon from the time he had use of raon felt an inclination towards his friend. And it wasn't even to satisfy her interests. He did not seek to use her for any purpose. There wasn't really an end, and yet there wasn't a single day that he wouldn't think of her. There was not a single day that her curiosity invaded him and he wanted to make an effort to be with her, to share with her. Anything.

There was no way to explain it rationally; she is simply a special woman in his life. He is an important person, as he did not know her perfectly well, but he was willing to do so. He was willing to continue loving the commitment to build her life for one day perhaps, to invite her to be part of it too, as one more of her blessings. Along with everything that he considered important and special, his intuition expressed it loudly at this point: she is she. Just by being her, he had won her spirit, he had penetrated her mind, and without her knowing it, he was willing to become the man she deserved. For him, and then for her.

However, the Raen's heart is not easy to win either. His heart couldn't bear even the thought of getting hurt. To come out once again, looked down upon, undervalued, overlooked. His heart had been shattered, many times. But he this rose in all of them, he cleansed, healed and valued himself. And he loved himself when no one else did. That's why the questioning, because he didn't really need her in her life. Or so he believed. He could go on without her. He could get on with her life, and everything would be fine just the same. In the end, he had already gotten used to living like this. Lonely, distant.