Island of Adnia 2: Rivers of Deceive

CHAPTER II: THE GLEAMING SIEGE (3)

CHAPTER II: THE GLEAMING SIEGE (3)   

"Marlina!" I shout.

The spell sent the queen flying out of sight, and my mind quickly sensed the prelude to an unparalleled end. The queen had ceased, and her body had fallen. I could not believe it; and for some strange reason, I felt like a part of me was dying. Marlina and I, we were like sisters, we were like one. And in that moment, I felt it deeper than ever, seeing the roar of her soul fall and fade among the heights of the eerie storm.

"What the hell have you done ?!" I exclaimed.

"The right thing to do," Amsiret responds. “By the way, I must thank you, Pasithea! You've hit the nail on the head by giving me the mirror. It's what I needed to eliminate it. What's more, I don't even need your mirror anymore, take it. "

Try to use it, try to attack. And she did nothing.

"How ridiculous you are," exclaimed the king, laughing. “The mirror will never work on you, Marlina gave it to you because she felt sorry for you. But you won't have the same luck with me. Well, you must also give in, being one more unworthy.

"I have not done anything!" I exclaimed.

"You have participated in this, and you have sold yourself up to here, and thanks to you, now I was able to kill her." exclaimed the king. “But don't worry, I'll do the right thing with you too.

I started to run, but the god of air closed the door in an accelerated movement. The storm was getting worse; the rain was entering the room. He was trying to open the door, but she was locked and locked. Terror consumed my soul. My heart was racing in an eerie roar. The shadow of the ruthless was getting closer and closer, as it screamed from the room for help. The king held my mouth, covered my voice; he turned quickly, and began to approach the window, step by step, singing the lyrics of a sinister and gloomy song.

I tried to move my body, I tried to get away from him, but he had me held and imposed. I bit into it abruptly, and it let me out. Cornered, behind me there was only the window, in front, the sinister will of an excessive king.

"You are unworthy, even to death."

"What the hell is that Amsiret letter?" I asked him, "What the hell does Arac have to do here?"

“It has nothing to do with it,” Amsiret replies. “Nothing that is any of your business. The queen has committed a crime. It has betrayed sovereignty. This kingdom was in danger, and will be, as long as anyone around it remains alive. "

"Now come my friend," continued the king, "It will be the end, of my favorite butler."

Look back, and the void that inhabited was impossible to survive. I looked ahead, and the king of the airs prostrated restlessly with a sharp knife. A flash of lightning struck immediately, and I could see the blackness of his eyes, reflecting a dark animal that I had never entrusted in my thirty-three years of the kingdom. My eyes were not looking away. My heart would not stop beating, and from one moment to another, the singularity of the moment left me no choice or choice but to jump between the heights of the castle. And so I did, because I could only risk jumping, if I wanted to stay alive.

I fell into the void of certain death. Lightning bolts began to thunder one after another. The incessant rain made it impossible for me to see, without recognizing, where I was going. After a few moments of my free fall, my blank mind, my n***d spirit, and my reckless heart, I fell into the depths of some harassing waters, and thus I was lost among the currents of the night, which inhaled the eminence of my departure from the castle, and from the traitorous seige. Of the mitigating castle. And then I woke up, on the banks of a river, on the banks of a lagoon, and I felt more deadly than ever, more vulnerable than ever, more passionate and sad than ever. '

"Wow," Iram replies. "It is shocking."

“So it is,” Pasithea responds, culminating her story.

"The legends are clear with the river," replies Iram. “Any mortal who entered the deep currents of him, could not survive. And any immortal who enters the depths of it will be turned into one, and there his body will drown and he will die as a mortal. "

"How do you think I managed to survive?" Pasithea asks.

"It's what I don't understand yet," Iram replies. “Some things you say make sense. I myself saw you in the river, and felt the threatening presence of the god. Pro, what about Marlina? How did she not survive, and you did? "

"Do you think the mirror has something to do with it?" Pasithea asks. "Do you think Marlina could not cross the river because her soul lost its dignity?"

The son of plasmatic power froze; then got up. Walking delirious; trying to put together the pieces that were presented to him. Something was wrong with his mind.

"Remember, the legend refers to every mortal, like every unworthy being, since there is no worthy being that can enter the depths of the river" exclaims Pasithea. “Marlina was the goddess of light, but I believe that her divine light was rested with the gift of her rightful king. The divine mirror. "

"You mean that the queen's dignity was in the Sattara?" Iram asks.

"I think so," Pasithea responds. "Doesn't it seem strange to you that she gave that mirror to me? I mean, you saw me. I can't even run well! "

"It is likely that she gave it to you because she considered that her dignity was already lost." exclaims Iram. "It's the least I could do, considering that, in fact, I already was."

"Why do you say that?" Pasithea asks.

The Prince of Aravir was silent. He gazed into the distance, taking abrupt and aggressive steps. His nerves seemed to increase; his forehead was closed with sweat. His thoughts raced, and his vulnerability and shame were evident and singular.

"Iram?" Pasithea asks. "Is there something you know that I don't?"

The woman got up from her post, and when I stepped on one of the nearby leaves, a net lifted it from the ground to the height of the nearest trees. Iram turned to his surroundings, and didn't look at anything. He raised his right palm, and tried to cast a direct spell towards the nearby nets, but when he tried to do so, a net was fired violently towards the prince's back. He fell to the ground, with a series of electrical currents that quickly electrocuted the prince's body, rendering him unconscious. The weakness of the plasmatic power was evident. Electricity ran through his soul, and in the subsoil he began to close his eyes, looking at the footprints of small feet that approached the blurred and lost vision of the warrior.