Chapter 37: The Evil Queen
Elanore's body bursts through the doors in the state she is in happening and Coryn looks at It with concern and worry. Why the hagsmire is she doing this? Coryn doesn't know as he asks himself that. Elanore is screaming in agony and finding it hard to breathe as she lies on the ground fighting.
"C-C-Coryn…" Elanore chokes "H-Help me-e!"
Coryn doesn't know what to do. He watches as her eyes turn blue and she raises her claw to her neck, to kill herself, but it all stops and the claw is lowered. He takes a step back as she gets up.
"We meet again, my son." Elanore says in a completely different voice
"Nyra…" Coryn growls as he picks up his sword
The owl turns around and her eyes are blue. Since the first time the two were combined, he knows why Elanore loans her body to Nyra. Nyra wants here revenge on him still. Soren destroyed her 9 years ago and she is still alive though Elanore. She picks up the sword that Nyroc had dropped and just by touching the darkness that is Nyra, it transforms to a rapier with a dark blade. The demon possessing Elanore has come to fight him.
She chuckles deviously "Pity, Nyroc was the better and the successor to that name has now been slaughtered by the original."
"I may have fought you once and died, but by Glaux, I will end you if it is the last thing I do." Coryn snarls
"Still so angry. Well, a mother will have to discipline her son… even in the body of his daughter in law." Nyra unkindly remarks
"Shut up, woman. I don't care if you masquerade yourself in Elanore's body. What matters is that you are the most sprinked up, sick, twisted, crazy and horrid she-owl I have ever met." Coryn snarls
"Petty owlet… You have lost two things since the last battle we fought. You had a throne and a son who you have brutally killed. You think I, Nyra Elisa Katelyn Ann Silvia Purudyn-Anisette-Canner am sprinked up? You killed your own flesh and blood, unlike I who failed in killing you." She says, slightly torturing him
"Shut up! I already feel guilty about it as it is!" He screams with tears forming in his eyes
"What? I am telling the truth, Nyroc…" She says in her motherly voice he hasn't heard since his childhood "It is all the truth..."
"SHUT UP!" Coryn screams before he charges toward her
Nyra blocks his attack and wing slaps him aside. He gets up and she uses her word to spar with him. She is proving stronger than him as he fearlessly and swiftly dodges his attacks and counters them with swift timing. He then uses a move Autumn taught him and he twist attacks Nyra and uppercuts her. She stumbles back and he slashes her on the chest. She falls onto her stomach and her eyes go back to Elanore's red colour. He then stands ready and she starts breathing, gasping for air. He then sees a sight he had never seen before, her eyes. Her eyes turn back to her original colour, gold coloured. They are a beautiful colour that is basically the most beautiful colour for a female barn owl. They are the same as her daughter's eyes (Coryn doesn't know this, nor what the twins look like).
"Coryn…" Elanore speaks up in a different voice "…I remember."
"Remember what?" Coryn asks
"Remember everything." She replies in what appears to be a French accent
"Huh?" He asks, "What do you mean?"
"I loved Metalbeak… I was his lover… His mistress… his maîtresse en titre…" She says in a hushed tone
"Lover to my step-father?" Coryn thinks to himself
"Oh no… I remember him… Our enfant! Sacré Bleu! Why didn't i see this coming?" Elanore exclaims in a mixture of English and French
"What? What the hagsmire does that mean?" He asks
"I'm sorry, Coryn. Sorry for all I have done." She says with forming tears in her eyes
Coryn doesn't know what to say to this as she had done so much within her rule over the Pure Ones. She had taken his son away and she was the reason he is evil besides the bloodline. Now, he is hearing that she was with his stepfather and she was his consort. He is confused beyond repair.
"Coryn, a half breed will rise. He will rise." She winces with tears falling from her eyes
"What?" He asks, "wait… How old are you really? You would have to be over 18 to have been smitten to that bastard."
"Please… Kill me, Coryn. I deserve it. I want to be with the one who I truly love. Kill me." She says with tears falling from her gold eyes
"What?!" Coryn exclaims
"Kill me." She begs with insanity "I have done so much wrong. I want to be with Metalbeak. He loved me; he did so much for me. He had me aged back to age nine and brainwashed Nyra so I could live after what we did."
"What did you do?" He asks "How old are you?!"
"I don't know!" She replies "There is a half breed and he will rise. Bringing doom and destruction everywhere he goes."
"Ok. I don't understand. Whether it is the accent or the lack of information." He says
"Kill me, Coryn. I don't deserve to live anymore. My second chance shall be in Hagsmire with my king." She begs with even more insanity in her voice
"I won't kill you!" He exclaims "I won't do it if you are like this."
"Please, Coryn!" she begs
"No!" He replies firmly
"Please…" She softly begs
"wait… You don't need to die to have a second chance. You can join the Guardians. It isn't too late for you. Your eyes aren't scarlet anymore, they are gold. Pure sprinking gold!" He replies
"Join the Guardians? After all I have done?" She asks
"The family can be together. You, me, my wife, your sister in law, the twins. Everything could be perfect. You don't need to die." He replies
She grasps his wing and with tears streaming down her face, she says "It will never change, Coryn. Nothing will ever change. It will always be Guardian v Pure One. I have given up. I remember all I have lost long ago. I remember the one owl that cared for me. He said he would give the world just to see me smile… Now…"
"What are you doing?" He asks
She raises her claw to her neck and she cries more tears as she says "The half-blood will rise…" before she violently claws her neck leaving three talon marks seeping blood. She falls to the ground and Coryn drops his sword. She then whispers, "I'm sorry…" before she closes her eyes
Coryn looks at the beautiful barn owl that had killed herself with pity. He could have changed her if she was that desperate for a second chance. He looks away from the sight of two dead owls as he turns his head to look out the window. He sees that the battle still ensues…