Chapter 15
Armena lay there, yet again helpless, struggling to wake up from this nightmare. Each time she tried to speak, there was nothing but silence. Each time Sorator began to attack, the vision stopped and began to repeat itself. She even tried to move, but all she could feel was cold. Her body grew cold and pale, and it became harder and harder for her to move an inch. Her body steadily grew colder…and colder.
Armena had one last vision. She saw Legolas and Sorator in it. She saw the same image that she had seen since she fell to the ground. But this time, things were different. "Legolas, look out!" The words she had been struggling to say have finally parted her lips. Legolas took out the sword, Strike, and blocked Sorator's attack. There was a blindins flash of light, then where Sorator stood was nothing but air. Legolas turned around and walked toward Armena. He touched her face and she said, "What happened? Where are we?" Legolas walked slowly closer, and said softly in her ear, "Everything's okay now. You're home." At these words, Armena fainted, and found herself in Legolas's arms.
Legolas found the girl, lying with a cold, dark complexion. He bent down to her and out the anklet on her left ankle and the pendant around her neck. Then, he took her up in his arms. He could feel her cold body growing warmer, and he saw that her possessions were regaining texture. Her eyes slowly opened, and she saw a blurry image before her.
"Armena, are you okay?" said Legolas. "What happened?" Armena slowly turned her head to him, her eyes still half opened. She gave a faint smile and said "Everything's okay. We're here," she said slowly. "I'm home."
Her pendant grew bright, like the sun, and then to full color. The scenery around her changed into a colorful meadow, and the air seemed to grow peaceful. There were trees that seemed to be at least some ways away. Her pendant began to shine bright, and it returned to a full, vibrant color. Armena could feel her body rise from Legolas's arms, and her clothes changed to that of the pendant's. In her back, clear, rainbow, butterfly wings protruded from her back, and she regained full consciousness. Legolas's clothes changed from his regular pine green attire to the silvery garments he wore at Rivendell after he was healed. He looked around in confusion, until he saw a towering willow in the middle of the meadow. As he walked towards it, Armena descended until her feet gently hit the ground. She followed him, walking slightly faster, and looked at the tree. Her eyes filled with confusion, hope, and at the same time, fear. Just like my dream, she thought. she was only feet away when she reached out her hand. She almost touched the tree, feeling a familiar force, when she stopped and had a sudden thought.
"Sorator!" she said. "Where is Sorator? Shouldn't he be with you?"
Sorator lay on his front, his body filled with pain and his face filled with anger. He felt resentful because the relationship that Legolas and Armena shared had grown to more than he could handle, and he could stand it no longer. Why did I let him go off? What's wrong with me? He contemplated on whether to accept their relationship, or do anything to stop it. His back was filled with blood, because his wings retracted while he was half conscious. He got to his hands and knees, and as soon as a tear dropped, it seemed to spread across the forest until it turned into a beautiful field. He looked around, and saw a towering willow. He tried to get to his feet, but he could not hold up his own weight. He heard a female voice in the distance, but he could not see her. There was an image that looked oddly familiar, but with a few changes. Who is this woman? Why do I feel like I know her? The only clue he had to her true self was the voice that called out "Sorator! Sorator!"
Armena looked frantically through the meadow. "Sorator!" she called, until she saw him, down on the ground. She ran, hard and fast. The closer she came to him, the more pain she seemed to be in, but that didn't seem to bother her because she still ran at full speed. She stopped and fell to her hands and knees next to him. "Sorator," she said, "where have you been? When I woke up, the only one I saw was Legolas." She looked at his back and saw blood, now turned dark and hardened. "What happened to your back? Were you attacked?"
Sorator looked toward the frightened girl. "Don't worry. I'll be fine," he said. Those words made Armena upset, but before she could say anything, Sorator said, "You need to get some rest. You had a long journey."
Legolas came up behind her and touched her shoulder. Go get some rest. I'll show you where to go. Armena got up, walked ahead, and waited for Legolas. He took Sorator's shoulder, and supported him on his. "We all need a well deserved rest."
Later that day, Armena found no need to rest. Her energy had grown to its full potential and she saw no need to sleep. She looked behind her and saw no wings. She walked forward and stared towards the towering tree, which looked almost as tall as a mountain.
She made sure both the men were asleep. Sorator lay near the hovering vines and Legolas lay with his back against the tree on the other side. She reached out to touch it, when she felt a warm air pass her. She looked around, but saw nothing, but when she turned back-
"Hello, Armena," said a spirit, which was right in front of her. She became startled and fell to the ground on her backside.
"There is no need to be frightened. I'm not here to harm you," said the spirit.
By this time, Armena was able to get a good look at her. She looked almost exactly like her, kind of like the image she saw in the woods when she departed. Her hair was slightly longer, and there were angel wings protruding from her back. "You must be…"
"Your mother. I have watched over you on your journey."
Armena sat there, her mind still in shock. She slowly rose to her feet, but as soon as that happened, her feet left the ground and the same butterfly wings protruded from her back. "What is happening?" she asked. "Why do I have wings?"
"That is how your people were, but they were never used. You were the only one to actually harness its power." The spirit looked toward Sorator. "You are in grave danger."
"But…why?"
"Sorator's subconscious has been corrupted. As soon as the anklet was put on him, his power was harnessed, but not as expected."
"I'm afraid I don't follow."
"You do know that Sorator is a half breed, right?" Armena nodded. "His human self has created a whole new breed of beings. Humans have been easily contained within certain objects. That is how the ring wrathes came to be."
"Mother…what does this have to do with anything?"
"He was the one responsible for the destruction of your city. He and the orcs have teamed up to get rid of us."
"I heard Legolas say that the elves were the ones who destroyed our home."
"You have to remember, that orcs are elves that have been corrupted. You need to take caution." She traveled over to the sleeping Legolas. "Legolas should take care of you."
"Mother, I have one more question. How did Legolas become a part of my life?"
"I am sorry, but my time on this plain has run out. I will see you soon. Farewell, Armena."
"Mother, wait!" but the spirit was gone. The wings in Armena's back were gone and she found herself on the ground before she could realize she was on her knees. She stood back up, and held her hand out to the tree, but instead of getting nothing, as soon as she touched it, BOOM!!
Armena lay there, yet again helpless, struggling to wake up from this nightmare. Each time she tried to speak, there was nothing but silence. Each time Sorator began to attack, the vision stopped and began to repeat itself. She even tried to move, but all she could feel was cold. Her body grew cold and pale, and it became harder and harder for her to move an inch. Her body steadily grew colder…and colder.
Armena had one last vision. She saw Legolas and Sorator in it. She saw the same image that she had seen since she fell to the ground. But this time, things were different. "Legolas, look out!" The words she had been struggling to say have finally parted her lips. Legolas took out the sword, Strike, and blocked Sorator's attack. There was a blindins flash of light, then where Sorator stood was nothing but air. Legolas turned around and walked toward Armena. He touched her face and she said, "What happened? Where are we?" Legolas walked slowly closer, and said softly in her ear, "Everything's okay now. You're home." At these words, Armena fainted, and found herself in Legolas's arms.
Legolas found the girl, lying with a cold, dark complexion. He bent down to her and out the anklet on her left ankle and the pendant around her neck. Then, he took her up in his arms. He could feel her cold body growing warmer, and he saw that her possessions were regaining texture. Her eyes slowly opened, and she saw a blurry image before her.
"Armena, are you okay?" said Legolas. "What happened?" Armena slowly turned her head to him, her eyes still half opened. She gave a faint smile and said "Everything's okay. We're here," she said slowly. "I'm home."
Her pendant grew bright, like the sun, and then to full color. The scenery around her changed into a colorful meadow, and the air seemed to grow peaceful. There were trees that seemed to be at least some ways away. Her pendant began to shine bright, and it returned to a full, vibrant color. Armena could feel her body rise from Legolas's arms, and her clothes changed to that of the pendant's. In her back, clear, rainbow, butterfly wings protruded from her back, and she regained full consciousness. Legolas's clothes changed from his regular pine green attire to the silvery garments he wore at Rivendell after he was healed. He looked around in confusion, until he saw a towering willow in the middle of the meadow. As he walked towards it, Armena descended until her feet gently hit the ground. She followed him, walking slightly faster, and looked at the tree. Her eyes filled with confusion, hope, and at the same time, fear. Just like my dream, she thought. she was only feet away when she reached out her hand. She almost touched the tree, feeling a familiar force, when she stopped and had a sudden thought.
"Sorator!" she said. "Where is Sorator? Shouldn't he be with you?"
Sorator lay on his front, his body filled with pain and his face filled with anger. He felt resentful because the relationship that Legolas and Armena shared had grown to more than he could handle, and he could stand it no longer. Why did I let him go off? What's wrong with me? He contemplated on whether to accept their relationship, or do anything to stop it. His back was filled with blood, because his wings retracted while he was half conscious. He got to his hands and knees, and as soon as a tear dropped, it seemed to spread across the forest until it turned into a beautiful field. He looked around, and saw a towering willow. He tried to get to his feet, but he could not hold up his own weight. He heard a female voice in the distance, but he could not see her. There was an image that looked oddly familiar, but with a few changes. Who is this woman? Why do I feel like I know her? The only clue he had to her true self was the voice that called out "Sorator! Sorator!"
Armena looked frantically through the meadow. "Sorator!" she called, until she saw him, down on the ground. She ran, hard and fast. The closer she came to him, the more pain she seemed to be in, but that didn't seem to bother her because she still ran at full speed. She stopped and fell to her hands and knees next to him. "Sorator," she said, "where have you been? When I woke up, the only one I saw was Legolas." She looked at his back and saw blood, now turned dark and hardened. "What happened to your back? Were you attacked?"
Sorator looked toward the frightened girl. "Don't worry. I'll be fine," he said. Those words made Armena upset, but before she could say anything, Sorator said, "You need to get some rest. You had a long journey."
Legolas came up behind her and touched her shoulder. Go get some rest. I'll show you where to go. Armena got up, walked ahead, and waited for Legolas. He took Sorator's shoulder, and supported him on his. "We all need a well deserved rest."
Later that day, Armena found no need to rest. Her energy had grown to its full potential and she saw no need to sleep. She looked behind her and saw no wings. She walked forward and stared towards the towering tree, which looked almost as tall as a mountain.
She made sure both the men were asleep. Sorator lay near the hovering vines and Legolas lay with his back against the tree on the other side. She reached out to touch it, when she felt a warm air pass her. She looked around, but saw nothing, but when she turned back-
"Hello, Armena," said a spirit, which was right in front of her. She became startled and fell to the ground on her backside.
"There is no need to be frightened. I'm not here to harm you," said the spirit.
By this time, Armena was able to get a good look at her. She looked almost exactly like her, kind of like the image she saw in the woods when she departed. Her hair was slightly longer, and there were angel wings protruding from her back. "You must be…"
"Your mother. I have watched over you on your journey."
Armena sat there, her mind still in shock. She slowly rose to her feet, but as soon as that happened, her feet left the ground and the same butterfly wings protruded from her back. "What is happening?" she asked. "Why do I have wings?"
"That is how your people were, but they were never used. You were the only one to actually harness its power." The spirit looked toward Sorator. "You are in grave danger."
"But…why?"
"Sorator's subconscious has been corrupted. As soon as the anklet was put on him, his power was harnessed, but not as expected."
"I'm afraid I don't follow."
"You do know that Sorator is a half breed, right?" Armena nodded. "His human self has created a whole new breed of beings. Humans have been easily contained within certain objects. That is how the ring wrathes came to be."
"Mother…what does this have to do with anything?"
"He was the one responsible for the destruction of your city. He and the orcs have teamed up to get rid of us."
"I heard Legolas say that the elves were the ones who destroyed our home."
"You have to remember, that orcs are elves that have been corrupted. You need to take caution." She traveled over to the sleeping Legolas. "Legolas should take care of you."
"Mother, I have one more question. How did Legolas become a part of my life?"
"I am sorry, but my time on this plain has run out. I will see you soon. Farewell, Armena."
"Mother, wait!" but the spirit was gone. The wings in Armena's back were gone and she found herself on the ground before she could realize she was on her knees. She stood back up, and held her hand out to the tree, but instead of getting nothing, as soon as she touched it, BOOM!!