Island of Adnia 2: Rivers of Deceive

CHAPTER I: DOOMS OF DECEIVE (3)

CHAPTER I: DOOMS OF DECEIVE (3)    

"Do you come from the Kingdom of Maram?" Iram asks.

"Yes, but it is not what it seems" answers Pasithea. “Several years ago, I was expelled from the kingdom. I was wandering through the northern forests, but I fell between the waterfalls and I– "

"How the hell did you cross the river?" Iram continues. “This area is f*******n for Northerners, apart from being impossible for a Terran to survive. Are you an Erillen *? "

"I was only close to death, and it is everything." the woman answers. "Look into my eyes child, do you think I'm a ghost?"

The two stared at each other for an inconceivable time. It seemed that their souls had been connected immediately, and the language of forgiveness and compassion was treasured within them, until suddenly, a harsh voice interrupts the harmonious coexistence, in an atypical presence; full of coldness. A shadow is approaching, brought by the dense and intense breeze. The leaves of fallen trees emerge from the dry ground; flying like butterflies from the kingdoms of darkness, The woman looks up, and notices a figure behind the young man. The approaching fog, and between plasma currents, the supreme god of the voices of evil, Arach, the King of Solari approaches.

"What's going on here?" exclaims Arach.

"Father, this is the howling specter." Iram replies. "Can you recognize it?"

The Plasma God looked at the woman, but she quickly looked away; she looked out over the side meadows. The father of evil, took his son from the front, abruptly and quickly. He took three steps toward the woman, aggressively grabbing her with one of his giant, dirty hands. He holds her by the jaw, and lifts her face to see her directly in the eyes.

"He's a mortal," Arac responds. “I have never seen this creature before. What's up, are you going to cry? "

The Plasma God began to laugh out loud, and the woman bites the god's hand holding her. It screams in pain, and throws it to the cold ground; in a unique and frightening way. And as much as the woman tried to get up, her powers were off. Her forces were inexorable. And her mind lacked weak to face the impotence that was presented to her.

"Let's get out of here," Arac responds. “This lake is cursed, and if this mortal was weak before, he will be more so now. One more terrestrial, inside the pile. "

"But father, shouldn't we take this woman with us?" exclaims Iram. "That is, it has touched lands that are f*******n to Northerners."

“Take her away? For what?" Arach asks. “This being is useless. This comes from the brood of mortals that Elgoneth assigned to the Northern Kingdom. They are simple pawns, and if she has come here it is because my brother does not want her. The exiles are not the most worthy. And I ask you, if the northern kingdom does not want this creature, why would we want it? "

"Let her wander through the woods, until she starves." Arach responds. “I already told you that these central lands are not hopeful, nor sweet. They are cold, and acidic. Here lies oblivion, and infringes on mercilessness. "

The Plasma God turned apathetic; the shining night embraced itself in the oblivion of delirium. The moons showed their raw, cold light. The insects ceased to age, and the cold wind blew the small lake from the haunted river.

The prince of the southern kingdom also turned, seeing his father retreat into the darkness of the forest; returning their walk to where they had warned, far from where they were. Heading home, heading for the fraternal exit.

"Goodbye." exclaims Iram.

Iram then, followed in his father's footsteps, amid the mysticism of the night. Pasithea in that moment realized that not even evil itself could recognize it in the most opaque corner of its darkness. He turned his gaze to the reflection of the lake again, and gazed down at her female body. She had truly lost her essence, her identity, and her powers after falling into the currents of one of the divisions of the cursed sea.

I go into tears, her whole life fell apart in an instant; I am left without her royalty, if her king, and without her divinity. No one recognized her, not even herself. She was shattered, trying to contemplate the emptiness of her handicap. The decisions that had brought her here. She had fallen from her throne, and she was crying because she recognized that the cause of this fall had not been sudden, nor was it the fault of any of those present, other than herself. Her heart was breaking into thousands of pieces, faced with the singularity of a path impossible to follow, or to be able to continue.

After regretting what she had done, she realized that the night was going to consume her, if she did not lift herself from the weight of her conscience. She needed to find refuge somewhere, because she did not know where since she had never gone to that place, being f*******n to Maram.

She began to wander among the nearby trees, land to land, grove by grove. Her mind began to weaken. Her body fell between the flaws of the night; her conscience lost the present plane, and future dimensions, as she reopened between the curtains of truth.The poison of the river for his soul was injected with growth and fervor, with each step he took. The intensity of death subsided slowly and deliriously. And after searching for a while, she concluded that death itself was possessing her, between the columns and passageways of a labyrinth without exit, Her spirit was giving up, as she was dying of hunger, she was dying of Espitia. He was extremely weak. Her temperature rose as if she were in a burning boiler, she only had a lantern, worn out; found on the road, illuminated with the mooring of a group of glowing insects. Not knowing where to go Without knowing where he was going. The only light, which illuminated the long dark path of the forest in which she was desolate, or so she believed. And in the unique voice of the late moments of the incessant night, hear a noise from the nearby bushes. And quickly, a figure appeared before the eyes of truth; a restlessness, which dwelt in the woman's mind throughout the night, but now manifested in front of her, although she was not sure, if this projection came from the coldness of the presence of her abstract reality, or from the depths of his hallucinatory delirium.

"Amsiret?"