Of the princess who had once been very little remained, nothing but the shadow and dust. Ondine B'nargin Dalmasca no longer existed.
She was just an old crumpled and dirty dress, reduced to shreds, thrown into an old trunk.
Once upon a time there was ... Amaya thought, looking at the sad desert landscape that surrounded her. Beside her, Brace sat on a boulder, his penetrating green eyes staring at the figure of his companion watching the emptiness.
Brace was not sure what Amaya was thinking, her mind was somewhere in the middle of all her thoughts. They were on dalmasco soil after several years, for the umpteenth hunt for the wanted.
This time the prey was very difficult and quite rare.
The man tried not to stare at her too long, aware of how much Amaya hated being watched. This made her feel uncomfortable as she was because of her powers.
Amaya was now 28 years old, a name was made among the hunters but in spite of everything things of her had never changed. His bad temper was one of these things.
"Amaya, do not you think we'll have to unplug? That beast will have gone away now by losing its tracks ... It's better to come back tomorrow.-
Suggest Barce now tired of waiting for a sign from his partner, but Amaya did not deign to look focused on the thought of prey.
Against the desire I had accepted that task that Blast had passed at the last moment, if it were not for the financial problems in which she had been faced in the last year she would certainly not have accepted that position.
The 100,000 guil reward was very high, unusual for a wanted researcher like that, Amaya had asked for information about the task assignment mandate.
Blance had told her that it was confidential information, and that she would only be planning a completed job. For Amaya this meant great trouble.
Accepted the assignment and the era seen forced to return to Dalmsca, a return not really happy after seven years of distance.
Amaya did not say anything, the job was work, and she had signed a contract and had her job completed and I had no time to waste there.
His only consolation would have been with the money of the size.
"Damned by an aviopirata ...- swore the girl, at least there he was in that situation not her. You get done a fregarla, I still did not understand it. A distraction was enough and here is the result.
But for Amaya to stand still and swear a stupid man, the situation is not badly resolved, they are more than trampled on the desert soil and Krachot not even the shadow, no trace.
Amaya wondered if it is not another trick of Balthier to get her into trouble, after the destruction of Stralh by Amaya herself several years ago.
Barce still looks at his partner, she does not receive answers from her.
-Amya how long are you going to stay there? he asked suddenly.
-This monster, I start to doubt that I can not exist ...-.
"If you want to go, go ahead ... I'll stay," she said sharply, her patience almost on the edge.
Brace did not sincerely realize that the era of Amaya in one of those rare moments, sooner or later, was patience, so decided to set out on its own towards Rabanastre.
* Rabanastre - 7 years before *
The fine golden sand of the desert came carried by the wind to the royal palace, and the attempts to take it away were useless. Finally the ceremony of restoration of the kingdom and the coronation of Ashe were finished.
Those were days of fire.
It seemed to have worked out for the better when ... at the exact moment Ashe had confronted one last time with Basch before the latter left for the empire, something had happened.
That day the wind had not taken away with the usual sand, but also something whose load had been lethal for the end, words were flying that should not have come out.
An ill-concealed disappointment appeared on the queen's face. It should have been a goodbye, pure and simple ... the end of a daydream. But Ashe's tenacity and stubbornness had prevailed over her.
His wishes had awakened at the sound of his voice, he could not bear to exclude from his heart, Basch.
She looked like a trembling, capricious child, desperately clinging to Basch's clothes. That day they had woken up next to each other in what had been an endless night for both of them.
Basch did not belong to her right, he was entitled to Ondine, she was his wife ... not Ashe.
Basch touched Ashe, trying to pretend that her bright eyes were due to that moment of farewell for both of them. Basch that same night he had decreed his first and last times with her, his queen.
Hidden as it was in his armor by Gudice Magister it was easy for him to handle that situation, while Ashe did not seem to want to resign.
He could not afford other regrets, he watched her without a word, let his gestures speak ... while that silence became so oppressive for both of them. They know things that in a man, what Basch would hardly change, and that was one of his characteristics.
Ashe wanted to cry, it was time to leave, to say goodbye. The ship with which he would leave sparkled in the hot sun of the desert. Basch was preparing to leave Dalmasca again.
The queen sought a last hug in his arms, but she saw herself rejected.
It had happened all day before under the hot sun and dry air from the desert. Basch had always shown himself to be distant from her, even if in some ways close. But that was the first time he saw it as something to approach and touch it with his hand, then discovering that it had a certain thickness.
She looked for her hands, the grip of her long outings compared to hers, observing the color of her skin, the shape of her nose, the size of her shoulders.
He was like a giant at his close and minute confrontation in his form.
At that moment they could be themselves, she had reached him in her rooms catching him by surprise. This time it would be imposed, it would take what it wanted ... for once.
He did not ask for much ... his sister had everything to her was differently touched.
Ashe's hands tried to climb on his armor, trying to pull it off with force and arrogance. Basch grabbed her wrists, inviting her to maintain a certain demeanor.
-It is not from you ... Majesty, after all this, you know it's not good ... neither for you nor for your sister's sake.- he said, but Ashe did not die from scruples about Ondine.
His sister had touched a man's flower, according to Ashe, Basch was wasted on Ondine. He longed to take possession of this man, to regain his voice and to possess his body under any guise.
He wanted a taste and he would have had it, even if it was the only time. It was fine too.
-Basch even just for once ... just one.- Hissing her lips, staring at him.
-You could one day repent - he suggested with his usual seriousness of which Ashe had learned to read the various nuances. He no longer even thought of his words.
He answered with a dry no, with the air of someone he knew, he had now learned to stand on his own, he was not afraid of a face to face.
There were so many things that had happened in the Ivalice story of which its beginnings and ends were unknown. But he knew that every one of those events unknown to her had been important ... and she was doing the story at the time.
She was a different queen from her ancestor Raithwall, she had chosen a different destiny no longer linked to the gods. He had let his sister go, but Basch ... Basch was another story, but still sad. He would not have wanted to leave it.
Ashelia thought of everything she had lost, Rasler. He had let him go convinced that he would see him again ... he did not know how wrong he was.
Now even Basch was going. He thought of how many things he had lost, to the ruins of his life on which he climbed memories, remorse poisoned by the ghost of war that had torn everything from him.
I think of herself and her new condition, all the compromises her new life was serving her. Ashelia knew she would not be able to accept such compromises, but it was enough to look at Basch's face and he could see how wrong they could be.
Yet she knew she had to accept them, she was the queen and was bound to them.
Ashe wanted a new change, she had not struggled in vain not only to regain something that was already due her right, but also for a hope for something new, which was making her look hard for her and the person she desperately loved.
He did not want what he loved to be taken away from her, it was something fundamental to her.
But Ashelia had to accept that he could no longer be at his side, Basch had done everything possible to make her understand that this thing had no future for either of them.
Basch had lost everything to restore what she craved. He had felt sorry for her, for seeing that they took everything away, Rasler, his father and the right of succession to the throne. Despite her initial hatred he had remained close to her. He had protected her and had served her ... because he wanted to help her.
Ashe did not know how to thank him if not showing him his feelings about him.
The queen knew she had to let him go, Basch deserved freedom, but he knew it was goodbye. He would then keep the appearances ... this was what awaited him.
The sun was slowly starting to fall to the west, the vault of light was dyed dark towards the east, while Basch with a sweet smile just mentioned I look at the sad eyes of his queen.
-Maestà sadness is not a feature that suits you.
"I know." Ashe said, nodding her head, her eyes were bright as she stared at his glittering eyes.
He leaned his forehead against Basch's head, imploring almost imploringly to embrace him to hold her tight. The judge took a long sigh, squeezing it to himself, while he was having his nose in his hair and looking down.
Ashe had leaned his head on his shoulder, while his eyes stared at the hollow between his neck and shoulders. Basch rolled his eyes, trying as much as possible to avoid her gaze, remaining silent.
The queen desperately wanted to kiss him, but the attempts to avoid him irritated Ashe terribly.
-You are on the threshold of the past few years and you still show to have a heart of stone sacrificed to duty more than for the rest ...- commented the queen annoyed.
It was easier for Ashe to spit out that bitter comment, but so true, than to pretend otherwise.
Drawing a boundary line on where his duties began and where they ended was a simple thing, but difficult to implement.
-Why are you so stubborn? - said the judge shaking his head.-Yet you know that you can not.-
-You do not notice you ... but you do not want to ... But I do. We will not have another moment for us after this. How can you not understand? After that it will be too late. "
"For what?" He said.
"For everything." She replied with an air of someone who was about to burst into tears.
- It's already too late. Majesty. "He simply said, with his usual calm, looking down.
Basch took in his hands and her hands, realizing how small and thin his fingers were, Ashe leaned her head on his cold judge's armor, while with a long and intense look he glanced at his face.
He thought back to what kind of life fate would have reserved for him now.
Basch was silent, his gaze turned toward the horizon, when he felt her hand slip along his armor trying to get under it.
He felt her approaching, trying to erase all that distance that he struggled to keep up. He knew he should stop her, say no.
But it was "too late for that too", he knew it would hardly stop, Basch let me do it.
I do not hold her hands, she merely looks away from her, keeping her eyes closed and praying that all that moment would last.
Ashe's body pressed against his, as if he wanted to crush it against the wall of the hangar, he suddenly kissed him and gave him no time to breathe. His hands had nailed him well against the wall, he glanced at him, then looked away.
Ashe's hands slid further down his pelvis as he tried to leave his belt. From that moment onwards going backwards would have been possible, Basch understood that it was not a way to get out of it unless he went so far, Ashe would not let him go so easily.
Ashe finally managed to undo his belt, when he caught his eye, he had never seen it with such a grim expression. He did not say anything to her, he only told her to resign from the back while he finally decided to take a position in that situation.
Basch told Ashe to turn away from him, the queen obeyed by putting her hands against the metal wall of the hangar, then slipped her big hands along the woman's body, and then go back up and lift her clothes.
Basch's long fingers caressed Ashe's back, running through it like a string of pearls, with her other hand stroking her breasts.
Ashe's robes had slipped around her hips, various layers of silk organza and silk. Basch prepared to take possession of her, while her hips approached those of the young queen, who was finally about to receive what she longed for.
The judge felt her breath as he whispered that this would be the only time he would see her like that. Ashe knew she would not be satisfied with a quickie like that, she knew he owed him at least one unforgettable night, and swore to herself that she would have it.
Basch kissed her white back, he was silent because he knew well that whatever he would say after he would regret it bitterly, it was better not to add anything else to that situation.
He felt his breath failing and strangely the desert heat that time seemed intolerable, yet he was doing nothing but satisfying his queen's wishes.
She rubbed her hips against hers, which supported her movements, while Basch gave quick, dry strokes as she bit her lower lip trying to muffle her moans. He panted as he felt inside him like an animal, shame gave him no respite for what he was committing.
If anyone had seen everything, it would have been the end of everything. The embrace lasted a few minutes, time that seemed infinite for both.
But it would not end there, Ashe could convince him to spend a night with her, one night only.
Dawn had arrived and with it the departure that Basch had sent back to devote himself to his last assignment as a knight of Ashe. The princess was still sleeping to him lying on his side while Basch thought of those last hours in the company of Ashe.
The reality was like a bitter slap that Basch seemed to know how to cash in without uttering a single complaint, took his things and dressed in a short time, while discreetly left Ashe's room.
In Archades, on a worried Undine awaited Basch's arrival, the night had been the agitated and sleepless. Something did not return, not even the assignments at the Draklor laboratories distracted her, a strange disquiet had taken hold of her.
Ondine tried to spend the rest of the morning with Brace talking about this and that, with her there were also Sebastian and Noel. The twins had noticed the girl's mood but they did not know how to help her.
-You should try to be a little more relaxed your Majesty ...- Sebastin said, but Ondine did not seem to listen to him.
"Something's wrong ... it must have been here already ... it's not like him."
"You do not have to worry about Basch so much, you'll have had some setbacks ..." Noel tried to reassure her, but that last sentence had made Sulline frown, even more so, who feared the worst.
- A mishap named Ashe ...- she bit her lip trying to hold back her jealousy, yet it was already clear enough, Ondine hated when Ashe tried to get closer to Basch.
But she hated the same feelings, made her feel fragile and vulnerable, something she hated so much.
-Ashe would nevertheless be centered ... - Brace cut short, not at all happy to see the state in which Ondine was living.
-Amaya ... that is Ondine, it is useless for you now to think about some kind of strange ... he is in Dalmasca and normal that has had to do some commitment with Ashe ... It does not seem stupid indeed it seems like a kind that would not give you any problems. "
-You're right.-Ondine looked at Brace for a second, he recognized that his way of seeing things was so reassuring, the girl took back control of if that was enough to listen to his friend.
"Let's go on Undine, how about going for a ride? Spring here those ... and let's go chasing some wanted ...- tried to convince her friend going against the opinion of the two guards of the girl's body.
The words of Brace had caught Ondine's attention, months had gone by no longer hunting for wanted men, as a wife of Judge Gabranth, and Princess was inadmissible that one of her rank would do those things.
But that was an invitation not to be wasted, as far as she knew, Judge Gabranth was still in Dalmasca and would not be in a few hours.
So Ondine had some time to spend away from Archades and the imperial court.
-You convinced me ... let's do it! - said Ondine with that decision looking in his eyes Brace, happy to see a smile appear on the face of her friend.
Ondine prepared to leave with Brace for a hunt for the wanted one, after having silenced Sebastian and Noel in which they were not at all happy to see their lady return to her old habits.
Prepared Amira Ondine and Brace decided to leave for the Monti Mosfora, Ondine loved that place was full of many ruins and ancient monuments and the girl could easily distract. It was a long time that Ondine wanted to study the sanctuaries on those mountains, especially those placed in the "pure water valley" but had never had a chance, now thanks to Brace could.
The two boys left without wasting any more time as Ondine changed into a more practical dress.
According to what Ondine knew, the "Pure Water Valley" there was an ancient legend linked to the Exodus The Arbito, the one who had had from the gods the task of judging the moral actions of mortals.
The journey to the mountains Morfora hard a couple of hours, reached the destination, Brace and Ondine got off the airship. Before distinguishing anything that surrounded them, a strange smell greeted him was a strange smell permeated that place.
A cold sensation ran through Ondine's body as she strode along, something watching them. Near the various shrines of the water Ondine saw the ancient symbols that caught his attention, he had never seen similar in the ancient artifacts he had studied.
I agree with Brace that those symbols must have been some ancient seal in the past and that it had broken for some mysterious reason.
"What are they?" Asked Brace, approaching Ondine, intent on studying the ancient sanctuaries.
-They are ancient seals, I've never seen them so old ... -
-We can say goodbye to hunting ...- sighed Brace, who knew the interest of Ondine for antiquities well knew that he would pay all his attention to that strange symbol.
Brace remained motionless to watch Ondine make her way between the various sanctuaries, and in the direction in which they had built themselves. Looking closely at the various shrines Ondine could see mysterious as ancient machinery, which operated the various wells.
The strange mechanism of the hubs seemed done in the mail to make new paths appear to places that normally would be impossible for many.
With a grimace of satisfaction Ondine watched very carefully the puff of water vapor coming from the various wells, thus opening a new passage thanks to the fluctuating grass.
Following the route Ondine, he came towards the ridge of the mountains called, "Celestial Crinale", as he proceeded, Ondine could see ancient ruins, bearing incisions similar to the seals he had found next to the various sanctuaries.
Some strange mystery had to be linked to those ruins.
The rocks that lined the path were covered by the strange moss that grew under the influence of Mystes, Ondine felt its strong concentration and as it advanced was more vivid.
An ancient feeling of familiarity pervaded her, recalling her as if she already knew what awaited her at the end of her search.
After a dozen or so steps he found himself, Exodus appearing ahead, in a marvelous and disturbing apparition. Ondine did not disappear, it was no coincidence that he had met the referee in those mountains.
The esper stared with flaming eyes at the figure of the princess, who did not bat an eyelid in front of that disturbing creature.
Brace waded with extreme clarity on Ondine's back, advancing towards the esper, he watched her make a strange gesture as he saw strange symbols appear beneath his feet while the sky seemed to darken above her.
- ADRAMELECH! - He shouted.
Then Brace heard a name pronounced and saw the up in the sky appear a winged face with a goat's face that went to stand next to Ondine. It was not the first time that Brace saw Ondine summon that monster, she knew that this creature was as scary as its appearance.
-Signora of stars whose fate is adverse, betrayed not behind one, but two ... what fate you decide for them, "said the expert observing Ondine ready to attack him flanked by the angry.
It did not take a single moment that Ondine ordered the angry to hurl himself on Exodus, the esper obeyed his will by hurling himself on the Referee.
Adramelech's eyes glittered like flames in the darkness as he hurled his wrathful infinity on Exodus, who tried to counter the blows of the angry.
It was a long and exhausting struggle, but in the end Ondine prevailed with the help of her expert, another tattoo belonging to a new expert appeared on her body.
Brace watched Ondine take another look at the place, at everything around it. The man wondered to himself, since that esper was there, he remained there as a spectator until he saw Ondine look at him and respond to his thoughts. He was able to catch him by surprise.
"More than a thousand years ..." she said.
-What .. I do not understand you. -Brace blinks several times the eyelids failing to grasp the response of his patner.
"I have said that Exodus had been here for over a thousand years, most probably had been sealed down in the past, and those seals we found near the sanctuaries had to lock him up here ... this was where the sinners received the divine judgment. - Ondine lowered her eyes, articulating his words well, had a strange feeling. Something froze her blood thinking of the phrase of the author.
-I thought it was a legend! She seemed to be rasping ... that thing- exclaimed Brace, thinking back to the ex and the mysterious sentence.
-Brace you do not know anything, ... He had the task of judging everything, but in trying to fulfill his task you lose ... losing all links to the concrete and what was real. Getting lost in the chaos ... well aware of the fate that awaited him decided the same to challenge the divine will ...-
-Morale, never put himself against the gods. "Brace said grimly.
-It is not what I want to say Brace, telling you about Exodus and its history you want to make it clear how easy it is to lose objectivity and the right life ... His act was the price of which was very high.- Ondine made a grimace continuing.
-Within this act of his Exodus always showed himself well aware of what his actions were and what consequences he would have suffered ... The gods did not commiserate his errors and did not lose objectivity.-
-But I do not understand what you want to tell me, tell me, what is this with you? - Exclaimed Brace.
-Centra ... while I was fighting with Exodus knew who I was, he addressed these words "Lady of stars whose fate is adverse, betrayed not behind one, but two ... what fate you decide for them." - he said worried Ondine.
-There are no doubts about talking about a traitor ... you really want to listen to the words of that creature who lost his mind. As you said, the gods had not lost objectivity ... why listen to his words now? -
-Your words sound like a warning and a call and as such I can not take them under my leg.
"What fate do you want to reserve for them?" Brace finished in a serious voice.
-To them are expected to die ... - Ondine answered dryly, while on the face appeared a grim expression.
"Do you really want this?" Brace inquired, turning to his friend. which avoided the question.
"Let's go back to Archades." It was the only answer he received from Ondine.
The return journey was longer than expected on his return to the city, Ondine was immediately greeted by his two guards. Brace was behind her as he accompanied her, even as Ondine was very quiet.
Sebastian and Noel did not escape the strange mood of the two friends, with a hint of veiled curiosity Sebastian asked how the hunt had been.
"Were the hunt not to your liking?" Sebastian asked, noticing the princess's strange look, he noticed that even Brace was silently watching her worried.
-Bastian maybe not the case ... the hunt was exhausting and we are tired.- Brace replied to Ondine who deliberately ignored the two heading directly to the entrance of his home, but Noel told her something that immediately captured the Ondine's attention made her shiver.
-Lady Ondine, his Excellency Judge Gabranth came back from Rabanastre a few hours ago, he went looking for you, Sebastian and I told him that you were busy. Now he is waiting for you.
"What are you waiting for?" Answered Ondine, rather annoyed.
"What's going on?" Asked Sebastian, making a strange expression.
-Bastian, it's not the moment ... Ondine had a bad day. "Hissed Brace, becoming serious.
The phrase did not please the twins at all, especially to Noel who immediately became alarmed.
-Brace what happened. -Noel said with extreme nervousness Brace.
-We met Exodus the referee ... and he gave me some strange words .- Ondine said, observing the tattoo of the man who appeared on his wrist, together with that of the angry.
- He said that there are traitors among us ... and it is up to her to decide the fate of them. - Seriously Brace.
"Are you joking, are not you?" Said Noel skeptically, but Ondine shook her head.
-No, Noel is all true ... -
"What evidence do you have about this thing ..." Noel asked, angry.
-Exodus referred to someone who betrayed me in the past ... he was referring to Ashe.-
"You do not want to start again ..." Sebastian exclaimed in alarm.
-I do not know ... I have not decided yet.-
-Well, what do you want to do? - Sebastian asks her putting it on hold.
Ondine did not answer, she was tired and wanted to remarry, that evening she did not want to touch food .. she was not hungry. He decided to sleep at Brace, ordering Sebastian and Noel not to tell anyone where he was.
After that evening, almost a week passed in which Ondine carefully avoided Basch.
Basch to his return remained as surprised in not finding Ondine to welcome him, as he imagined. Ondine was not there for him, he was very ill.
The judge turned to the twins, hoping that they knew something, the only thing they said and that Ondine was busy with commitments.
A week had passed, a week when Judge Magister Gabranth had received no news of his wife.
It turned out that she was only "very busy", Basch had not lived her married life very much with Ondine, together they had just spent four months from their marriage three years ago.
Perhaps the new life together as husband and wife was something new for both of them, and that put both of them in trouble?
Such a thing was out of the question for both of them, Basch said to himself, perhaps it was far more likely that Ondine knew.
And if indeed so ... how would he know.
In that week that Ondine stayed with Brace, he had much to discuss with them after meeting the expert.
-You Brace I never told you in detail when you talk about Basch years ago .. I feel it's time to tell you something.-
"Why now?" Asked his friend.
-Forse because it's time and you understand ...- she said.- Basch has always been part of the Order. And the Order has always existed to protect the goddess.-
- As far as I know ... I understand that this can already be defended by itself and does not want to be protected.
-The Order has a motto. "Yes, the shield that defends his word: the sword that strikes his enemies where his voice does not come, be the knights erected to his will, to protect and serve." Every knight belonging to the Order is obliged to follow this oath and obey you.
-Just a beautiful motto ... - Brace let slip with a certain sarcasm.
"You do not know how much." Undine agreed dryly before resuming with explanations on the ancient Order.
-The order of knights is a sacred order is made up of the best, they are not only the personal guard of the royal family they obey only to the will of the goddess. Even the royal family is subject to this rule, no one is excluded.
The goddess represents the highest justice on earth ... she can not be tainted by such cowardice ...- Ondine continued with extreme severity.
His words made the blood freeze, Brace did not dare utter the word-
- Now the concept of sum Justice seems to me to the subjective one, the same Occurias think differently from you huma ... and they do not have all the wrong.
"You're not theirs, Ondine ... you're different."
-No ... they are not so much, "said Ondine, moving her head, before catching her breath and continuing.
"There was a time when I believed him too, Brace. But my heart does not lie ... the feelings that dwell in me are proof of this. Of course I can not get my hands dirty ... but I can not pretend not to know. Exodus spoke, his was not a lie because he was well aware of the fact that he would not derive anything from these statements.
-Who can you guarantee? - Brace said, almost worried.
- Death is what awaits those who betray ... but for them it is only a kind concession if compared to the condemnation of an eternal and endless punishment.
"You destroy yourself ... letting them cook in their stock," Brace realized with a shiver of fear. Ondine smiled nodding.
-Credimi Brace there is no punishment worse than this ... they will have no face, no pardon will be granted. They will be their executioners themselves, their guilt will devour them.
"Justice and mercy in this place?" He finally asked.
-You better than me that mercy for these people does not exist ... they are an example, they have proved to be undeserving. See granting them death would be an act of mercy ... but their useless lives are not worth thinking. "Ondine added with a coldness that was almost scary.
Brace did not know what to say, both seemed pretty annoyed by that topic.
That evening, Basch was watching the imperial city shrouded in artificial lights that glittered in the street, in an evocative landscape.
A cold and unnatural breath, through the body, taking it full. He appeared before him a female-looking being with a decidedly supernatural aspect.
The long white hair, the blue skin and those golden eyes. The fine white robes embroidered with gold threads and a crown of stars encircled her head on which a golden helmet was placed.
His beautiful face and the family ... as inexpressive.
The woman spoke words ... that Basch knew well.
- "Yes, the shield that defends his word: the sword that strikes his enemies where his voice does not come, be the knights erected to his will, to protect and serve" ... you are not worthy of it .. .
The highest justice on earth was her. Elbereth, the Queen of Stars. Lady of fate and the very incarnation of eternity. She who governed life and death, space and time. Demonstration of divine justice on earth.
-Elbereth ...- Basch said stunned, while the goddess peered at him with an expression drawn on her face.
-Elbereth .. - Basch once again uttered the name of the goddess, hissing it between his lips.
-Fate silence.- she thundered furiously, Basch did not dare to speak, stared with his eyes that female figure in all its splendor. Her eyes seemed to have something strange, a mixture of regret and regret, as if she wanted to blame him.
The knight took a few steps, but at that point Elbereth disappeared as if she had appeared out of nowhere. Everything had been so surreal that Basch took us not a little to understand that this had happened. She was not a poet to say anything, the apparition of the goddess paralyzed him as her words grieved him.
This could only mean one thing, she knew. Basch stopped to think about what he should do and what his actions had done. What would have been his punishment?
And for this reason why you do not show up and do not want to see me? The doubt came forward, and as it progressed it became certainty.
-I will not grant you peace and even forgiveness ... for your little faith and your pride ... - The goddess whispered. After those words, silence descended into the room.
Basch had no desire to smile, his actions were going down feel the weight of their consequences. There would have been no words of excuse, no one to whom to address them.
It was over, forever. Elbereth eternally cursed her and his name.
End...?
