Post by Blindside Tex on Jan 26, 2022 1:15:14 GMT -5
Rosalie grinned as she looked to the woman. She didn’t fight Ren as she took the cigar from her fingers. She merely giggled. “Desire hm?” She watched as the end of the cigar glowed a bright amber. “Perhaps I should have cried sooner.” Another laugh. She was truly allowing herself to let go. Of everything. She watched as the woman danced about as she claimed that destiny proclaimed such a meeting. She had a mission to ensure Rosalie’s happiness? Her brow raised and she giggled. When Ren laughed she raised her skin and shook her head. “Oh thank the gods, that was too much pressure to put upon one’s shoulders.” She drank deeply from the skin and leaned her head back to gaze to the beautiful skies. “Chocolate huh?” She questioned and looked to the woman with her glassy ocean hues.
Rosalie smirked slightly. “Do you like chocolate a lot then?” She remembered the half eaten bar that the woman had moments before. She hummed and then giggled again. She felt so light. So free. She swayed from side to side as well. Enjoying the feeling of the wooden deck beneath her feet. The movement of the ocean. She could feel...everything. It was an incredible feeling.
“A seer hmmm?” She giggled and leaned toward Ren. “I know a Seer. She showed me you.” She pointed toward the captain almost drunkenly. “Yep. It was you that she showed me. At least...I remember that hair of yours.” She giggled and then leaned against the railing again. “What did I do? When you saw me?” She mused a playful smile upon her lips. “It must be quite entertaining….going where you please. Hm? My life has been spent following the orders of a real asshole.” She laughed and shook her head. She grinned as Ren held the cigar back toward her. “Ah yes thank you.” She took it and took a rather long drag off of it. She bent her knees slightly and closed her eyes as she leaned back, taking in the feeling of the drug as it spread through her system.
“Are you so certain you want me to do that?” Rosalie giggled as she placed the cigar back between her lips. She grasped the wheel with both hands, a grin formed as she pulled it to the right. Hard. As Ren clapped it fueled Rosalie to hold the wheel firm. As the wind pushed the sails Rosalie laughed. She took another drag off of the cigar, the end of it glowed brightly for quite sometime. The smoke came from her mouth slowly leaking out as she held onto the wheel tightly.
Starboard? She didn’t know what that meant. Rosalie was thankful as the captain told her to look to the right. Her hands fell from the wheel as she watched the beautiful whale breach the surface of the waters. “Oh!” She pulled the cigar from her lips. The expression of awe locked upon her face. She giggled as the water sprayed over her body and she leaned her head back a moment. “This is incredible!” She rushed to the side of the ship to watch the whale, since the ship was stopped.
The excitement in the captain’s words the way she spoke of the whale. She caused Rosalie to grin wide. She held onto the railing as well as she watched the gorgeous creature. She gazed to the captain with admiration as she spoke of the story. The whale of the sea. She grinned as she puffed upon the cigar. She could imagine the scene. She closed her eyes, allowing her imagination to run wild as the captain spoke of the malestorm.
Her eyes opened to view the captain as she sang the tune, a chuckle came from Rosalie. It was a catchy tune indeed. She looked about the ship and then grinned. She watched Ren carefully. “Great omens huh?” She asked and then chuckled. She took another puff. When the captain offered her the wheel again she grinned and stepped up to it. “Dare I say yes?” She looked to Ren and smiled. She held the cigar in her mouth once again as she held the wheel with both hands. She was gone to the world. Everything felt so, so good. Everything felt right. All of her frustrations. All of her pain, her sorrow. It had disappeared in this moment.
Rosalie turned the wheel about as she forged forward into the open sea. It was beautiful. She looked up to the stars. She’d never seen the stars like this. Nothing compared to the way the milky way carved through the skies. She giggled once again. “This...is better than anything I’ve ever seen.” She laughed. “I’ve spent my days inside a damn castle. This was here all along? It’s so beautiful...” She took a long drag and held the cigar back out toward Ren. A happy smile upon her lips. “There’s nothing like this. Is there?” She asked with a smirk. “Nothing to compare this to.”
**
“Ah yes. I can make it anytime.” She smiled to him. Something to remember her by? It was a sweet comment that caused the princess to blush ever so slightly. Amara was thrilled with the prince’s response. How he touched the magic as it floated in the air about them. It made her smile as she looked to him. “I believe so, yes.” She replied to him. “Every soul has some form of magic, prince.” She smirked slightly. When he questioned her she nodded slightly. “Yes. I sought help from the gods and I was answered. My magic is nothing like that of any of the mages you know. I can assure you that.” She gave a soft smile. She chuckled as he spoke of the myth. The princess gazed to him with her crystal hues. “Bahamut was used for horrible things in the past. I do not wish to allow greed to consume me as it did his previous summoners.” She searched his eyes. “Your father does not believe that the king of dragons exists.”
The princess leaned back as he questioned. “You don’t fight a dragon. They are a creature of magic. Even...if you kill a dragon. It will be reborn. You do not want the wrath of the dragon that you kill to be bestowed upon you. Do you?” She raised a brow slightly as she looked to him. A chuckle came from her lips. “Dragons are to be respected. Not something that we should seek to steal the magic from, or kill...” She shook her head. “My people...we make offering to the dragons that live within the northern mountains...we do this to ensure our safety and to make our promise to them that we will do everything we can do keep them safe.”
Amara smiled to him after she’d complimented him. “We are all not our parent. I am different from my mother.” She smirked slightly. “Much different.” A chuckle came from her as she finished off her drink. She laughed with him as he slapped his knee. Though the moment was broken. She watched as Evie rushed inside, her brows furrowed. She heard the concern in the prince’s voice for his sister. She heard him ask the question. Did he hurt you? A chill ran through the princess.
“What has he ordered?” Amara questioned, her brows knitted together. “Manipulating her...” She shook her head.
Evie had tears streaming down her cheeks as Bran took her face into his hands. She gazed to him as the golden glow filled her hues. Yes brother. I remember. Please. Don’t let me do this. She wrapped her arms around him. Her body shook as she sobbed. This was the end. Wasn’t it?
Amara bit her lip slightly. “I haven’t had time...to...study it...” She let out a slow breath. She stepped forward as Evie was released from the hug. “Let’s see.” Amara knelt before the mage. She reached up to the necklace and touched it. She tilted her head as she felt the cool metal. She ran her thumb over the glowing jewel. Amara moved swiftly she pulled the coffee table away. There was a trap door hidden beneath the table. “Come on. Both of you.” She spoke as she lifted the door and she climbed down a ladder swiftly.
Evie looked to her brother. He’s going to make me kill her. I...I can barely focus, brother. I can’t kill her...there is too much riding on this going well... Evie knew how horrible it would be if she killed the princess. Everyone would die. She bit her lip. “Both of you, come down here.” Amara called up from the base of the ladder. Evie stood first she looked to her brother a long moment before she climbed down through the hatch.
The hall was dim and it was damp. It smelled of the earth. Amara drew in a breath. “My mother spoke of the old temple here. This is how we get to that temple.” She turned and watched as Evie fell to her knees as the necklace around her neck began to glow red once again. “On your feet now.” She spoke as she helped her along. “Do not give into it. You are stronger than you can imagine.” Amara spoke with confidence.
Brother...I…. Evie’s eyes had a red glow to them, the runes upon her arms took on a reddish color. Her breaths trembled as the pain rushed through her body. Her hand reached toward the dagger upon her hip. She squeezed her eyes shut. I am stronger...she’s right...I’m stronger than this... Her voice was full of pain. Evie gripped onto Amara as the elf nearly carried her down the long dark hall.
As they came toward the end of the tunnel a silvery light could be seen. “Getting closer.” Amara spoke as she led them forward. “I hope the caverns haven’t caved in...I haven’t been here since I was a child. It became to dangerous.” She spoke as they came to a huge opening. The ceiling of the cavern glowed with the silvery light. It almost looked like the moon peering down upon the room. But it was magic. Huge statues stood on either side of a cobblestone pathway that led forward. A cloaked male statue on the left held a book within his hands. The detail in the art was incredible. On the right was a beautiful female elf that held a bouquet of flowers. “Our first king and queen.” Amara spoke as she rushed forward.
Ahead of them huge stone pillars reached to the ceiling of the cavern. Torches lit upon the pillars as Amara approached. She grit her teeth as Evie nearly fell to her knees. “Fight it.” Amara spoke as she pulled her along. “I’m not going to allow you to die. Your brother is very set on saving you. Dying is not an option, young mage.” Amara stopped before a set of stone doors that were closed tight. Upon the doors the gods were depicted. Each one carefully etched into the smooth stone. There was a place for a hand at the center of the doors where the crease ran along it. Amara reached and pulled Evie’s dagger from her hip as she held the woman on her feet. The princess’ arm was wrapped around the mage’s hips tightly. Evie was barely standing. The necklace continued to send horrible waves of pain through her body. Amara sliced into her hand carefully and she pressed her palm against the door. She spoke in old elvish.
Slowly a golden light formed beneath her hand and it moved like cracks through the artwork of the door. A loud grinding sound came and the doors began to pull to the sides slowly. The entire room seemed to shake. Amara sheathed the mage’s dagger back upon her hip. She then rushed forward down a steep set of stone stairs. “My mother is going to kill me for this...” She spoke under her breath in elvish. Amara glanced to the prince as they came to another great opening.
This wasn’t a temple. It was an entire underground city it seemed. It was lit with torches and the flickering of flames could be seen in the windows of the buildings. “This way.” She spoke as she led the prince forward. She still held a tight grip upon Evie. They pushed through the city and came to a beautiful building that held blue flames within the torches. Amara pushed the doors open and stepped inside. It was a rounded building with a rune etched upon the center of the floor. Amara released Evie finally as they came to the center of the room. “Just...stand there.” She spoke and looked to the prince. She nodded slightly before she turned and quickly rushed to a bookcase that lined the wall. Amara began searching rather quickly.
Evie staggered and fell to her knees. Her skin was pale. Blood dripped from her nose. Her breaths were quick as another wave of power pushed through her. You will kill her, mage. That is your purpose. To kill. Now kill the princess. Evie let out a choked sound. Her breaths shuddered. She slowly stood as Amara returned, the princess had a smile upon her lips. It seemed she had found something. Evie quickly drew her dagger and slashed forward with it.
Amara dodged back, the front of the blade barely grazed against her collarbones. It left a thin line. She grit her teeth as Evie slashed at her again. Evie’s eyes were glowing red now from the magic that the king had used against her. Amara dodged the attacks easily and then grabbed the front of Evie’s tunic. “I’m sorry.” She whispered as she kicked her feet out from beneath her. Evie slammed back and her head smacked into the stone floor. Amara lifted her hues to look to the prince. “We do not have much time. Hm?” She moved swiftly and grabbed the book. Amara ran and came back with a bowl. She held it to the prince. “Your blood.” She spoke as she picked up Evie’s dagger. “Go on.” She sliced her own hand and she began drawing runes upon Evie’s arms, her face, her legs. Amara looked back and forth between the book several times. She bit her lip.
“Got it?” She grasped the bowl back from Bran. She then sliced into Evie’s hand and squeezed her blood into it. She drew more runes upon the ground and upon the mage. She then stepped to the prince. “I will apologize for this later.” She spoke as she drew runes upon him in the mixed blood of him and his sister. She pressed her lips together and she then drew a single rune upon herself.
As she finished the rune upon her own arm all of the careful runes she drew began to glow a bright white color. “Deep breath, prince.” Amara spoke a she took his hand. She pulled him forward and she stood on the opposite side. Their hands held over Evie. Amara began to speak in the old elvish tongue. She closed her eyes as the words came to her. Her breathing became faster as the spell went on. The runes upon the floor around them began to glow a deep blood red. The wind kicked up and swirled around them. Amara grit her teeth slightly, she paused in the spell and then continued to speak. A huge burst of power happened then, a sound of metal clanking filled the room. It blew Amara back from the prince. She tumbled across the ground. Amara lay on her back, her eyes shut as she breathed deeply.
**
Evie stood within a field. She looked to her hands and lifted her eyes. She reached her hand up and touched her neck where deep bruising remained. The weight of the necklace was gone. Her golden hues gazed about. She saw something then. Bran! She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around her brother. She smiled as she saw him. Bran I’m sorry... She stepped back and touched her neck again. Amara...she did it...didn’t she? She looked about the grassy plains. In the distance she saw a body laying within the grass. Evie’s brows furrowed. She glanced to her brother a moment before she rushed forward.
Evie ran through the plains and skidded to a stop at the side of the princess. She fell to her knees. Amara? She tried to speak to the woman.
The princess’ hues opened as she felt the mage shake her. She drew in a gasp of air. She gazed to Evie a long moment and then to the prince. Her crystal hues focused on him a long moment. She then lifted her hand and the world around them disappeared.
**
Evie gasped for air as she sat up quickly. Metal crumbled from her neck. The jewel from the necklace clattered to the ground. She lifted her hand to her neck where deep bruises remained. Her lips parted slightly. The fog of her mind. For the first time she could think clearly. For the first time in a long time...she felt as though she could think. She could make her own decisions. A smile slowly crept upon her lips.
The princess walked up slowly. Blood dripped from her nose and she brushed it away with the back of her hand. A chuckle came from her lips. “It seems you were fated to cross paths with me. Hm?” She smiled as she looked to the mage. Her voice was tired. Her skin pale. It took a lot of power for her to do that. The world that the three had dreamed? It was the fade. The only way to keep their minds safe from the enormous amount of power that was released from the necklace as it was broken. Amara drew in a breath as she gazed to the prince. She didn’t speak though, she merely gave a soft smile.
Evie stood and ran to her brother. She wrapped her arms tightly around him. Thank you. Her voice broke as tears streamed down her cheeks. Tears of joy. Freedom. Finally.
Rosalie smirked slightly. “Do you like chocolate a lot then?” She remembered the half eaten bar that the woman had moments before. She hummed and then giggled again. She felt so light. So free. She swayed from side to side as well. Enjoying the feeling of the wooden deck beneath her feet. The movement of the ocean. She could feel...everything. It was an incredible feeling.
“A seer hmmm?” She giggled and leaned toward Ren. “I know a Seer. She showed me you.” She pointed toward the captain almost drunkenly. “Yep. It was you that she showed me. At least...I remember that hair of yours.” She giggled and then leaned against the railing again. “What did I do? When you saw me?” She mused a playful smile upon her lips. “It must be quite entertaining….going where you please. Hm? My life has been spent following the orders of a real asshole.” She laughed and shook her head. She grinned as Ren held the cigar back toward her. “Ah yes thank you.” She took it and took a rather long drag off of it. She bent her knees slightly and closed her eyes as she leaned back, taking in the feeling of the drug as it spread through her system.
“Are you so certain you want me to do that?” Rosalie giggled as she placed the cigar back between her lips. She grasped the wheel with both hands, a grin formed as she pulled it to the right. Hard. As Ren clapped it fueled Rosalie to hold the wheel firm. As the wind pushed the sails Rosalie laughed. She took another drag off of the cigar, the end of it glowed brightly for quite sometime. The smoke came from her mouth slowly leaking out as she held onto the wheel tightly.
Starboard? She didn’t know what that meant. Rosalie was thankful as the captain told her to look to the right. Her hands fell from the wheel as she watched the beautiful whale breach the surface of the waters. “Oh!” She pulled the cigar from her lips. The expression of awe locked upon her face. She giggled as the water sprayed over her body and she leaned her head back a moment. “This is incredible!” She rushed to the side of the ship to watch the whale, since the ship was stopped.
The excitement in the captain’s words the way she spoke of the whale. She caused Rosalie to grin wide. She held onto the railing as well as she watched the gorgeous creature. She gazed to the captain with admiration as she spoke of the story. The whale of the sea. She grinned as she puffed upon the cigar. She could imagine the scene. She closed her eyes, allowing her imagination to run wild as the captain spoke of the malestorm.
Her eyes opened to view the captain as she sang the tune, a chuckle came from Rosalie. It was a catchy tune indeed. She looked about the ship and then grinned. She watched Ren carefully. “Great omens huh?” She asked and then chuckled. She took another puff. When the captain offered her the wheel again she grinned and stepped up to it. “Dare I say yes?” She looked to Ren and smiled. She held the cigar in her mouth once again as she held the wheel with both hands. She was gone to the world. Everything felt so, so good. Everything felt right. All of her frustrations. All of her pain, her sorrow. It had disappeared in this moment.
Rosalie turned the wheel about as she forged forward into the open sea. It was beautiful. She looked up to the stars. She’d never seen the stars like this. Nothing compared to the way the milky way carved through the skies. She giggled once again. “This...is better than anything I’ve ever seen.” She laughed. “I’ve spent my days inside a damn castle. This was here all along? It’s so beautiful...” She took a long drag and held the cigar back out toward Ren. A happy smile upon her lips. “There’s nothing like this. Is there?” She asked with a smirk. “Nothing to compare this to.”
**
“Ah yes. I can make it anytime.” She smiled to him. Something to remember her by? It was a sweet comment that caused the princess to blush ever so slightly. Amara was thrilled with the prince’s response. How he touched the magic as it floated in the air about them. It made her smile as she looked to him. “I believe so, yes.” She replied to him. “Every soul has some form of magic, prince.” She smirked slightly. When he questioned her she nodded slightly. “Yes. I sought help from the gods and I was answered. My magic is nothing like that of any of the mages you know. I can assure you that.” She gave a soft smile. She chuckled as he spoke of the myth. The princess gazed to him with her crystal hues. “Bahamut was used for horrible things in the past. I do not wish to allow greed to consume me as it did his previous summoners.” She searched his eyes. “Your father does not believe that the king of dragons exists.”
The princess leaned back as he questioned. “You don’t fight a dragon. They are a creature of magic. Even...if you kill a dragon. It will be reborn. You do not want the wrath of the dragon that you kill to be bestowed upon you. Do you?” She raised a brow slightly as she looked to him. A chuckle came from her lips. “Dragons are to be respected. Not something that we should seek to steal the magic from, or kill...” She shook her head. “My people...we make offering to the dragons that live within the northern mountains...we do this to ensure our safety and to make our promise to them that we will do everything we can do keep them safe.”
Amara smiled to him after she’d complimented him. “We are all not our parent. I am different from my mother.” She smirked slightly. “Much different.” A chuckle came from her as she finished off her drink. She laughed with him as he slapped his knee. Though the moment was broken. She watched as Evie rushed inside, her brows furrowed. She heard the concern in the prince’s voice for his sister. She heard him ask the question. Did he hurt you? A chill ran through the princess.
“What has he ordered?” Amara questioned, her brows knitted together. “Manipulating her...” She shook her head.
Evie had tears streaming down her cheeks as Bran took her face into his hands. She gazed to him as the golden glow filled her hues. Yes brother. I remember. Please. Don’t let me do this. She wrapped her arms around him. Her body shook as she sobbed. This was the end. Wasn’t it?
Amara bit her lip slightly. “I haven’t had time...to...study it...” She let out a slow breath. She stepped forward as Evie was released from the hug. “Let’s see.” Amara knelt before the mage. She reached up to the necklace and touched it. She tilted her head as she felt the cool metal. She ran her thumb over the glowing jewel. Amara moved swiftly she pulled the coffee table away. There was a trap door hidden beneath the table. “Come on. Both of you.” She spoke as she lifted the door and she climbed down a ladder swiftly.
Evie looked to her brother. He’s going to make me kill her. I...I can barely focus, brother. I can’t kill her...there is too much riding on this going well... Evie knew how horrible it would be if she killed the princess. Everyone would die. She bit her lip. “Both of you, come down here.” Amara called up from the base of the ladder. Evie stood first she looked to her brother a long moment before she climbed down through the hatch.
The hall was dim and it was damp. It smelled of the earth. Amara drew in a breath. “My mother spoke of the old temple here. This is how we get to that temple.” She turned and watched as Evie fell to her knees as the necklace around her neck began to glow red once again. “On your feet now.” She spoke as she helped her along. “Do not give into it. You are stronger than you can imagine.” Amara spoke with confidence.
Brother...I…. Evie’s eyes had a red glow to them, the runes upon her arms took on a reddish color. Her breaths trembled as the pain rushed through her body. Her hand reached toward the dagger upon her hip. She squeezed her eyes shut. I am stronger...she’s right...I’m stronger than this... Her voice was full of pain. Evie gripped onto Amara as the elf nearly carried her down the long dark hall.
As they came toward the end of the tunnel a silvery light could be seen. “Getting closer.” Amara spoke as she led them forward. “I hope the caverns haven’t caved in...I haven’t been here since I was a child. It became to dangerous.” She spoke as they came to a huge opening. The ceiling of the cavern glowed with the silvery light. It almost looked like the moon peering down upon the room. But it was magic. Huge statues stood on either side of a cobblestone pathway that led forward. A cloaked male statue on the left held a book within his hands. The detail in the art was incredible. On the right was a beautiful female elf that held a bouquet of flowers. “Our first king and queen.” Amara spoke as she rushed forward.
Ahead of them huge stone pillars reached to the ceiling of the cavern. Torches lit upon the pillars as Amara approached. She grit her teeth as Evie nearly fell to her knees. “Fight it.” Amara spoke as she pulled her along. “I’m not going to allow you to die. Your brother is very set on saving you. Dying is not an option, young mage.” Amara stopped before a set of stone doors that were closed tight. Upon the doors the gods were depicted. Each one carefully etched into the smooth stone. There was a place for a hand at the center of the doors where the crease ran along it. Amara reached and pulled Evie’s dagger from her hip as she held the woman on her feet. The princess’ arm was wrapped around the mage’s hips tightly. Evie was barely standing. The necklace continued to send horrible waves of pain through her body. Amara sliced into her hand carefully and she pressed her palm against the door. She spoke in old elvish.
Slowly a golden light formed beneath her hand and it moved like cracks through the artwork of the door. A loud grinding sound came and the doors began to pull to the sides slowly. The entire room seemed to shake. Amara sheathed the mage’s dagger back upon her hip. She then rushed forward down a steep set of stone stairs. “My mother is going to kill me for this...” She spoke under her breath in elvish. Amara glanced to the prince as they came to another great opening.
This wasn’t a temple. It was an entire underground city it seemed. It was lit with torches and the flickering of flames could be seen in the windows of the buildings. “This way.” She spoke as she led the prince forward. She still held a tight grip upon Evie. They pushed through the city and came to a beautiful building that held blue flames within the torches. Amara pushed the doors open and stepped inside. It was a rounded building with a rune etched upon the center of the floor. Amara released Evie finally as they came to the center of the room. “Just...stand there.” She spoke and looked to the prince. She nodded slightly before she turned and quickly rushed to a bookcase that lined the wall. Amara began searching rather quickly.
Evie staggered and fell to her knees. Her skin was pale. Blood dripped from her nose. Her breaths were quick as another wave of power pushed through her. You will kill her, mage. That is your purpose. To kill. Now kill the princess. Evie let out a choked sound. Her breaths shuddered. She slowly stood as Amara returned, the princess had a smile upon her lips. It seemed she had found something. Evie quickly drew her dagger and slashed forward with it.
Amara dodged back, the front of the blade barely grazed against her collarbones. It left a thin line. She grit her teeth as Evie slashed at her again. Evie’s eyes were glowing red now from the magic that the king had used against her. Amara dodged the attacks easily and then grabbed the front of Evie’s tunic. “I’m sorry.” She whispered as she kicked her feet out from beneath her. Evie slammed back and her head smacked into the stone floor. Amara lifted her hues to look to the prince. “We do not have much time. Hm?” She moved swiftly and grabbed the book. Amara ran and came back with a bowl. She held it to the prince. “Your blood.” She spoke as she picked up Evie’s dagger. “Go on.” She sliced her own hand and she began drawing runes upon Evie’s arms, her face, her legs. Amara looked back and forth between the book several times. She bit her lip.
“Got it?” She grasped the bowl back from Bran. She then sliced into Evie’s hand and squeezed her blood into it. She drew more runes upon the ground and upon the mage. She then stepped to the prince. “I will apologize for this later.” She spoke as she drew runes upon him in the mixed blood of him and his sister. She pressed her lips together and she then drew a single rune upon herself.
As she finished the rune upon her own arm all of the careful runes she drew began to glow a bright white color. “Deep breath, prince.” Amara spoke a she took his hand. She pulled him forward and she stood on the opposite side. Their hands held over Evie. Amara began to speak in the old elvish tongue. She closed her eyes as the words came to her. Her breathing became faster as the spell went on. The runes upon the floor around them began to glow a deep blood red. The wind kicked up and swirled around them. Amara grit her teeth slightly, she paused in the spell and then continued to speak. A huge burst of power happened then, a sound of metal clanking filled the room. It blew Amara back from the prince. She tumbled across the ground. Amara lay on her back, her eyes shut as she breathed deeply.
**
Evie stood within a field. She looked to her hands and lifted her eyes. She reached her hand up and touched her neck where deep bruising remained. The weight of the necklace was gone. Her golden hues gazed about. She saw something then. Bran! She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around her brother. She smiled as she saw him. Bran I’m sorry... She stepped back and touched her neck again. Amara...she did it...didn’t she? She looked about the grassy plains. In the distance she saw a body laying within the grass. Evie’s brows furrowed. She glanced to her brother a moment before she rushed forward.
Evie ran through the plains and skidded to a stop at the side of the princess. She fell to her knees. Amara? She tried to speak to the woman.
The princess’ hues opened as she felt the mage shake her. She drew in a gasp of air. She gazed to Evie a long moment and then to the prince. Her crystal hues focused on him a long moment. She then lifted her hand and the world around them disappeared.
**
Evie gasped for air as she sat up quickly. Metal crumbled from her neck. The jewel from the necklace clattered to the ground. She lifted her hand to her neck where deep bruises remained. Her lips parted slightly. The fog of her mind. For the first time she could think clearly. For the first time in a long time...she felt as though she could think. She could make her own decisions. A smile slowly crept upon her lips.
The princess walked up slowly. Blood dripped from her nose and she brushed it away with the back of her hand. A chuckle came from her lips. “It seems you were fated to cross paths with me. Hm?” She smiled as she looked to the mage. Her voice was tired. Her skin pale. It took a lot of power for her to do that. The world that the three had dreamed? It was the fade. The only way to keep their minds safe from the enormous amount of power that was released from the necklace as it was broken. Amara drew in a breath as she gazed to the prince. She didn’t speak though, she merely gave a soft smile.
Evie stood and ran to her brother. She wrapped her arms tightly around him. Thank you. Her voice broke as tears streamed down her cheeks. Tears of joy. Freedom. Finally.
