Island of Adnia 2: Rivers of Deceive

CHAPTER II: THE GLEAMING SIEGE (7)

CHAPTER II: THE GLEAMING SIEGE (7)    

"You don't think it was perhaps an accident?" Pasithea asks.

"Of course not!" Iram replies, “The blade returned of its own power. Marlina's thoughts guided him to my mother's heart. "

"How do you know that Iram?" Pasithea asks, agitated.

"Because she ran away!" Iram replies. "Because he didn't have the decency to fight hand to hand with my father! He knew what he had done! She knew her thoughts were leading her to that! And it's good that it was! Well, that's how it was clear, the disgust of a person that she is. "

 “She was filled with nerves and cowardice,” Iram continued. “Well, she realized how far the consequences of her impulsive acts go. Of course he wanted to, because his intrinsic power led his instincts to return the attack; She did not control her feelings of aggression, and her magic ended up annihilating my mother. "

"Maybe she was nervous because she wasn't trying to do what she did," Pasithea responds. “Your mother is the only person she valued. She was just defending herself, it was not her intention. "

"May I know how you know that?" exclaims Iram.

"Because the queen has repeated it a thousand times," Pasithea exclaims. “Marlina has told her story, to all those who ask her about it. Believe me, annihilating the queen of the south is considered the most heroic move in the war for the north. And the queen never took credit for that; no one could mention this, in her presence. I don't know what kind of friendship the two of them had, but it was something very similar. It seemed that the queen was hurt by this, and she did not seem to have forgiven herself for this, until her death. "

"Besides," Pasithea continues. “I suppose this had to happen anyway for Arac's feelings to fall for the queen; She believed that this allowed the Plasma God to immediately recognize Marlina as an enemy, and not as the one she could never get. I guess this was the key to ending this relationship, wasn't it? "

Iram was silent, looking away

"Iram?" Pasithea asks. “Did the king leave his feelings?

"Hush," exclaims Iram. “The thunder is coming. I don't like this; we must move, the rain is coming. "

Iram emerged from the small cavern and a set of clouds tied to discord and oblivion gathered aggressively through the skies. A storm was approaching along, and the presence of the might of both gods predicted from a distance. The morning glow was dim and dim. Duality took paths by the descending path, which led to the next few of the great Rivera de Quivel.

The gods for their part, walked with the fury of power and vengeance. Their powers had not been unified since the first days they had arrived on the island. Time was running slow and inordinate. The grasslands fell to the prominence of his powers. Air and plasma ran everywhere; collapsing the nearby grasslands and rivers. Their egos had merged, in the hatred of the unforgivable, as they tried to find the trail of the northern steward.

"Can you explain to me how the hell a butler beat them both?" Arach asks.

"For the umpteenth time, Marlina gave him the Sattara," Amsiret responds. “The mirror reflected my spells and Marlina's! That mirror must be destroyed! "

"I knew you were inept, but not as inept as this!" exclaims Arach. "Are you listening to what you are saying? You gave him that yourself! And now you say that was the cause of their defeats? Do you know how stupid you are sounding right now?

“I know Arac! What the hell do you want me to say! " exclaims Amsiret. “Besides, he's not just any steward. She is the daughter of Gergoliath; it is in her instinct the war and the defense. I don't understand why you gave him that mirror! "

"And how the hell did the river survive?" exclaims Arach.

"Are you going to ask me?" says Amsiret. “You are the one who knows these cursed waters! But apparently you don't even know them, because the path of the ravine leads to the sacred tree. You never covered the entrance like I told you. "

"What the hell are you talking about?" exclaims Arach. "That's impossible.

"How do you think it got here? Don't give me your excuses. " exclaims Amsiret. “Probably the first-time waters carried her to the walls of the waterfall. He reached her, and peered through the tree. The downward path is the only explanation. That, by the way, my men will enter these lands at dusk. "

"What?" Arach asks.

“Do not pretend that I am going to hunt this liar alone,” exclaims Amsiret. “The waters of the mirror river could have suspended its magic, but it has not lost it. It's only a matter of time before it activates, and trust me it will use it against us. "

"Well, if you're going to bring your men, I'll call mine!" exclaims Arach. "I'll tell Iram that, - do you expect that?"

The gods found a piece of garment dislodged among the empty laurels of the meadow. A trap was seen upstairs, and a campfire had been extinguishing since dusk.

"Wiwoks traps," exclaims Amsiret. "What the hell are these bivouac creatures doing alive?"

"What?" exclaims Arach. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It shows that you have no interest other than to be in conflict with the mortals of the south" exclaims Amsiret. "These lands should be clean, but what can I expect from you."

"What interest am I going to have to conquer some talking dogs!" exclaims Arach. "I have no idea where these meadows are, but not everyone knows that I am the king."

The God of Air began to follow the woman's footprints, he saw them clear and abrupt. More in the whole of the battle of the Wiwoks, relate in the encounter of the gleaming footsteps, a singular trace of some larger footsteps that quickly caught the attention of his gaze.

"Where did you say your son was?" exclaimed Amsiret.

"I told you, he followed the southeastern meadows" exclaims Arac. "He must be reaching the Quivel lagoons."

"These footprints are not hers,"

"What the hell are you talking about? Of course they are hers” exclaims Arac. "What are you implying Amsiret?"

"You said your son saw her too, don't you think he's with her?"

"Stop making inconsistencies Amsiret," exclaims Arac. “I know my son, that's impossible. And even if your absurdities are true, Iran had to roam these meadows afterwards. And if so, he is chasing the woman, and will chain her in Quivel. In any instance, you are one step ahead. Oh yeah, I can imagine that scene. Perhaps we will reach the lagoons, and he will have her body. "

"How are you so sure of that?" exclaims Amsiret.

“We have spent a lot of time together; I have tried it countless times; it has never failed me. And it never will. " exclaims Arach. “What's more, let me tell you a story, so you can see the loyalty of the heir to the south. For you yourself  shall evaluate, the temperament of these kings, and these gods. "