Island of Adnia 2: Rivers of Deceive

CHAPTER III: TEMPER OF GODS (8)

CHAPTER III: TEMPER OF GODS (8)

Pasithea and Iram entered the savannas of the singular forest. They reached the singular meadows, between the jungle of the unknown. They entered the nearby cavities; Among the rumbling caves The rain began to fall, and even the duplet did not mention a single word of what happened. They had crossed the lagoon, as fast as they had found it, and their soaking feet indicated the need for a refuge among the marshland.

Thunder began to darken the avenue in the afternoon. Before finding his refuge, among the fallen logs of the deep area and chilling jungles, the man tried to find some food, to overcome the nearby and thundering night. The welcome to the filthy place was not friendly; distant roars were heard, like incessant lions of darkness waiting for the curtains of night. The prince took his dubious steps, but managed to find the sheets of a giant log, which when he tried to explore it, fell into the foliage of him. The woman stared at the fall into the depths, fearing the worst, but suddenly she heard a delirious voice in the echo of the darkness.

"It is a spring" exclaims the prince. "Come."

The woman grabbed the reserves she had collected, and amid the silence of the harassing rainy evening, she launched herself into the depths of the unknown. She grabbed her dress, and her mirror, and s*****d herself into the void of the giant log. She went through a criss-cross of butterfly sensations in her stomach, until the passage threw her into the vicinity of an internal pool, where the prince was already trying to light a fire between the water and the internal algae; impressive towards the mystic of  the eye. 

The woman looked sideways; the ultimatum of the hiding place was revered uncertain. The strange Aparicio, seemed to be the right thing for the refuge of both. As they tried to position themselves between the watery and delusional backgrounds. From the upper roots, the woman tilted her gaze upward. And there, she was delirious with a strange mucus, which changed its iridescent and pink colors. Amid the chaos and the chase, they had found a spectacle. The heart of the roots of a very old tree, and very strange.

The woman sat on a log, where she spent the entire moment. Trying to process her thoughts, until she reached the cold of midnight. The prince was still near the campfire, and the words still couldn't be found. For a terrifying silence entered the woman's mind. She had no idea how the prince had taken this. Could it be that he was angry? Could it be that he was indifferent? Could it be that he didn't want to know anything about her? Dozens of anxious, racing thoughts raced through the woman's troubled mind. While in her uncertainty, she knew that the presence of the prince of the south was the best thing that could have been happening.

"It's my birthday," exclaims Iram.

"What?" Pasithea asks.

"I mean, it's my birthday." Iram replies. "It's Casmal's eighteenth."

"Oh." says the woman. "Happy Birthday."

"Thank you."

A silence continued in the uncomfortable omentum for both. The woman did not understand the man's reaction, nor could she be sure if what he said was true. But at the same time, she was dying to talk to him, and she didn't want to miss out on the opportunity he had presented her to do so.

"How do you know what day it is today?" exclaims the woman. "I mean, I lost count of the days I think since I entered the south."

"I keep the account in my mind" answers Iram. “You reached the banks of the river on the twenty-sixth of the Um Cycle. Twenty days have passed since that meeting. "

"Twenty days?" exclaims the woman. "It doesn't seem like we've been that long."

"It doesn't look like it," the man replies. "But I think, I'm already learning to get a taste of your company."

The woman blushed, and looked down. She tried to continue eating, while a smile caught her gaze. She steeled herself, and decided to ask the southern prince a question.

"How do you feel about what happened?" Pasithea exclaims.

"I'm fine." Exclaims Iram. “I knew this was going to happen. I would not forgive myself for taking you to Quivel to see you fail there. "

"What about your father?" Pasithea exclaims.

"It's too late to think about that." Iram responds. “It may not be to their liking, but I cannot allow them to hurt you, when you don't deserve it. You must get off this island, at any cost. Later I will see them with him. "

"What if he doesn't believe in you anymore?" Pasithea exclaims.

"Well, I haven't believed in everything he's done either," exclaims Iram. “You shouldn't worry about me, least of all about him. That is not a matter of concern. Do you know what is the most worrying? Your."

"Me?" Pasithea exclaims.

"Yes," Iram replies. “I mean, did you see what the mirror managed to do through you? Do you know how you did that? "

"I really don't know," Pasithea replies. "I have no idea."

"It was amazing, and at the same time disturbing." Exclaims Iram. “The myth is true, the mirror has a life of its own. His power chooses his owner. King Asmiret does not know, but my father spent the entire war obsessed with studying this mirror, but he never understood it. At first he thought it was Marlina, but through the looking glass, she was driving to cast spells that were not of her nature. Spells that couldn't come from light alone. My father told me that this item was one of the most powerful. Well, he concluded, that he had a life of his own. That he did not have a nature, he was nature itself. And Marlina did not express herself through him; the power of Sattara was expressed through her. "

"I never believed him," exclaims Iram. “But now that I've seen it through you, I can't understand it. How can a mirror express itself in such a way in a mortal? "

"Perhaps we should know its origin." Pasithea responds. "After all, who created this mirror?"

"The mother of Amsiret, and Arach, when they were mortals." Exclaims Iram. “It was hers, until the great cataclysm of the first generation occurred. They say Elgoneth preserved it, and then made it a weapon for Amsiret. This later he gave it to Marlina, but not even she herself knew perfectly the powers of the mirror. In fact, nobody knows how to know them. Well, nobody ever knew the secrets of this, more than a single person: The God of Air. "