Island of Adnia 2: Rivers of Deceive

CHAPTER I: DOOMS OF DECEIVE (5)

CHAPTER I: DOOMS OF DECEIVE (5)        

The woman grabbed the arm of the prince of the blue mist, as fast as she could. They descended through the nearby meadows, leaving the course of the night behind. They plunged into unsuggested depths, running as fast as they could, for the running seemed to be mutual. With every step the woman took, her heart beat more fervently with greater certainty. She forgot the roads, as if her life depended on it. Her soul turned to the mystery of the unknown; when fleeing from her path, since the time to analyze it was nonexistent. The only thing that lived in her mind was to flee, to hide, to escape; Well, although these sensations had been felt before, it seemed that now she could feel them with greater intensity, with greater strength. Her emotions were afloat, and the precursor of an intangible and unknown path was presented before the bohemian of her intriguing feet. And unlike the man, who did not weigh his attention on his heart, but on his mind. Why was he running the same way? Why was he running away in the same way? every step the man took perpetuated the urgency in his reality. Had he made the right decision? Why was it so easy for him to help this being? But his conscience repeated it to him, because the evident and strange presence of the woman flooded his reasoning in doubts, and in steps of uncertainty.

On nearby laurels, the Plasma God realized his brother's fury was becoming more and more evident near himself. Trees flew everywhere, currents blew aggressive and delirious. Leaves sprouted unique everywhere, and wherever the scent of the air pleased him. A long time ago he had not seen his brother so enraged, and he had never witnessed such bravery; and for the first time in so many years, the god of plasma power felt a string of nerves running through his body. He could not deny it, as this increased when he began to see the figure of his brother appearing from the shadows with swollen arms and hands; with two axes on his sword, and with a look of torment and fear. The God of Air was right in front of him.

Arach was the first to attack; purple power emanated from his right hand. The bolt shot through the air straight into Amsiret's heart, but the King of Maram drew his two axes quickly, and placed them in the shape of a gleaming X on his chest; blocking and deflecting the divine purple effulgences. Arac jumped quickly, lost himself among the nearby heights with his black cloak, using the darkness as his advantage, and suddenly appearing to the side of his brother, as he tried to stab the face of the god of air.

Amsiret moves his face quickly, and begins to defend and block the quick attacks of his brother's right dagger. The confrontation was insatiable. Sweat ran down their faces, for the movements were fast, accelerated and deadly. The living soul of the chosen ones remained alive, and the mourning for the owner of the island prevailed intact, after so many years. Without saying a single word, the violet and amber light traveled like fists intertwined by the delirium of their souls.

The God of Air abruptly fractured the plasma god's right hand; forcing him to throw his dagger. IN a cry of pain, Amsiret hits the King of Aravir's stomach; it leaves him gasping for air, and when he was about to kick him, it sent him a purple ray that threw the king of the north away towards the dark and nearby trees. Knocking down dozens of trees in its increased star. The beating was mutual, and the opponents balanced.

"I must congratulate you, brother," exclaims Arac. "Your powers have increased."

"Shut up, Vravin*!" Amsiret replies. "What the hell do you think you're doing in these lands ?!"

"I could ask you the same!" exclaims Arach. “The center of the region fell to the lilies of the south. You know it well! "

Arac then launches a fire attack at his brother's face, but the King of the North put out the menacing fire, with a quick movement of his left hand: the air catching the breath of the delirious fire.

"I don't know what your attacks are about!" Amsiret responds. "The center belongs to neither, and I certainly did not come to see your filthy presence."

"What do you mean?" exclaims Arach. "Won't you come for me?"

"Don't think you're so special," Amsiret responds. "I'm looking for that mortal!"

"What mortal are you talking about?"

"The one with the pink hair!" Amsiret responds. “You have betrayed my nation! You have betrayed my life! "

"Interesting," exclaims Arac. "What would you do if I told you that I saw that mortal just moments ago?"

"Where is it?!"

"I won't tell you," Arac exclaims. "I love watching you suffer, and your anger entertains me."

The God of Air moved from one moment to the next on his brother's chest; he dropped one of his axes and struck Arach's face three times, so fast that even pain hadn't warned the plasma god of movement. Amsiret grabbed his brother by the neck, and He slammed into a nearby log as thousands of pieces of wood flew around, and displayed the divine ax of his might in his brother's eyes. Hanging him, and presenting him with the presence of the edge of his weapon.

"Does my anger still appeal to you?" exclaims Amsiret. “I'm not playing miserable! All Arach has taken from me! It has taken away everything I ever loved! He has taken my heart from me! "

The Air God's eyes grew watery, his pressure and strength began to degrade, and before his brother's eyes, he began to melt like a defeated king. Like a fallen god.

"What the hell is wrong Amsiret?"

"Marlina is dead, Arach."

The Plasma God's mind went blank. His thoughts froze, and his mental voice fell silent. He did not know how to react. He did not know how to bless. He did not know how to dilute the situation. He wanted to think that his brother was saying something silly, but something in his heart told him that it was true, although his rationality could not understand it.

"What do you say?"

"She's dead, Arach!" Amsiret replied. “He fell from the heights}! We had an argument, it's my fault. I shouldn't have been with her like that. She got lost in the river currents. "

"The River of Deception?"

"She must have lost her Arac powers, but she could never have died!" exclaims Amsiret.

“So why do you say that–

"Because that vermin took his life! I'm sure!" exclaims Amsiert. “I had his necklace! He had his clothes! "

"He was in royal garb," Arac responds. "Why kill her? Who is she?"

"I do not know!" Amsiret responds. “Marlina has expelled so many people! All those mortals dwell here! It must have been her! "

"No, I don't think so," Arac replies. "Marlina cannot be knocked down so easily."

"What aren't you listening to ?! That river has been cursed since the war!" exclaims Amsiret. “Watered with innocent blood! Her powers must have been lost, and these mortals took advantage of her mortality and - Arac listens to your feelings! I don't feel their light! I don't feel your presence! "

The God of Plasma, against his will, absorbed in his negligence, listened to his heart. I try to perceive the divine energy of the goddess and it was not present. Her joy was missing. Her scroll was not felt. Her voice had been muffled, and the strength of her heart had been silenced on the island.

"No no no!" exclaims Arach.

The Plasma God hit the ground hard; divine streams of purple light ran through the roots. A set of grayish clouds quickly closed the place of the forest, and dozens of violet lightning began to fall from the nearby streams. The heart of the southern god was broken. The joy in her heart had been equally quenched. And the feeling and the anger of her brother connected with her; the fury of the gods, was portrayed.

"That vermin is going to pay for this!" exclaims Arach. “You will know the mercy of the gods! I don't care if Elgoneth is involved in this! She is going to die!"

"Where the hell did she go?"

"I don't know, but we're going to search this b****y forest until that misfortune appears!" exclaims Arach. “Exclaim your voice! Whisper your winds! Emanate your might, and I will combine it with mine! So this island will know what true rage is! The greatest storm of violet power is about to begin! "