The Eternal Curse of Mayfil

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Chapter II

Meru slowly picked her path back through the black city. The terrible things that were done here 11,000 years before flashed through her mind. She alone was allowed to know what occurred in Mayfil in those past times. The elder of the Wingly forest had told her these things—magic that was never meant to be tampered with was worked here. It was here that the Wingly Emperor enacted his most vile deed—his triumph over life and death.

Long life was a given for Winglies, of course. Look at the elder, or even Charle. They had been around at least 11,000 years, and probably even a couple hundred before the Dragon Campaign. But, that didn't matter now, Meru supposed. 'Will I live that long?' she asked herself as she quietly moved through the platforms of Mayfil. She could still feel the presence of souls here. They were afraid, she gathered. After all, in the time of the Wingly Empire, Mayfil was the most dreaded fate.

Thinking back, Meru remembered a time when she had been with the elder. A monster had entered the forest village, and she had gone with him to see. When he saw the gnarled beast, he said something that stuck with Meru.

"What in all the hells of Mayfil!"

Yes. The hells of Mayfil. It was then that it dawned on Meru exactly who Melbu Frahma and his tirade of servants were. She was disgusted with this place. However, what shocked her most is when she and the Dragoons had come to it, Mayfil still held sway. Its power was not gone, souls were still passing through its gate. Perhaps Melbu's terrible power never did die out. The soul of the Virage Embryo—stolen or not—was, after all, a force to be reckoned with.

Meru quickened her pace. She didn't want to stay in the dreary empire of death any longer than she had to. There was only one other place that held this sway over her—the Coliseum of the Races. The Coliseum at Kadessa.

The sun had set now, yet the city was still running. The lights still functioned, even after 11,000 years! She was horrified at the Wingly architecture—meant to torment the living world for eternity. The thought disgusted her and caused her to move even more quickly.

Several hours later she finally reached the transport pod. Quickly working, she used her Wingly magic to power up the pod itself and set the location for Ulara. Finally, after all these years, she was on her way to someone who could set her mind free. Someone who could answer her questions. Charle Frahma, older sister to the tyrant.

Meru silently stepped up onto the platform and let the green light envelop her. She was soon surrounded by it completely, and felt herself hurtling through time and space, until almost instantly she landed on the pod at Ulara. There was a slight breeze, and the sky was less bright than normal. She looked up, and remembered why. The Moon That Never Sets was gone.

Meru began walking through the city. Picking her path through, she finally came upon the flower gardens Charle kept. She kneeled down next to the short stone wall that held the tiny garden. She leaned over it and looked at the flowers. Red and brilliant, they no longer grew anywhere in the world but here. Perhaps some things were beautiful even in the time of the Wingly Empire.

Meru began to grow weary, so she got up and turned down the path to Charle's home. She sprouted her blue wings and flew quickly there. The lights in the gigantic home were still on, so she knocked loudly on the door. She heard footsteps from inside, and moments later the door swung open to reveal a woman in a large and poofy pink dress.

"Why...Meru!" Charle exclaimed, embracing her quickly. Meru returned the embrace. "I'm so happy you came back alive," Charle said. They let each other go, and then Charle invited her inside.

Sitting on a sofa, they began to chat. Small things at first, the whether, the stars, and the absence of the Moon That Never Sets. Which brought about the discussion about the battle.

"So...Did you fight hard?" Charle asked quietly. "Yes. Everyone fought bravely. I think...I think..." Meru said, trying to form the words. "Do you really think you—" Charle asked, and Meru interrupted her. "Yes," Meru said. "He's free, I felt his soul come from the Moon and pass into Mayfil." Charle frowned. "Mayfil?" she asked. "Yes," Meru replied.

King Albert's kingdom was at peace for the first time since he had to abandon them in the middle of war to answer the call of the Dragoon Spirit. The huge palace at the center of Bale cast an abnormal shadow, as it now only had one moon to light the night. Within the castle, only a few candles burned, those few who had dared to stay up.

"This will be your room, Shana," Albert said as he opened a door. The room was spacious, including a large bed, several glass-paned windows, a mahogany nightstand, dressing table, an armchair, and even a private bathroom. She walked in, and lit the candle using Albert's. Albert pointed everyone else to similar rooms, and Miranda was next door to her. Their rooms were a kind of suite; a door in a corner connected them both to each other. Albert took Kongol down the hall to a different room, though. This room happened to have a sturdier make-up. All the better to support the weight of a Giganto.

Miranda was exhausted. She was so tired that as soon as she changed into a nightgown, she fell into bed and fell into a deep, deep sleep. She began to dream about her life in the Birth City Deningrad. Childhood memories, growing up, life as a Sacred Sister, and Queen Theresa, the holy queen. Soon, however, something interrupted her dream.

"Miranda," it said. It was quiet at first. She didn't stir—somehow she knew it wasn't a temporal voice. "Miranda," I quietly called again. "Miranda, do you know who this is?" it said. Miranda, not knowing how, responded. "No," she said. "I am Shirley, the first Dragoon of the White Silver Dragon," the disembodied voice said. "Shirley?" Miranda asked. She was soon enveloped in a white light, and a split second later she was standing on what seemed to be a platform of clouds, suspended miles up into the sky. In front of her was the spirit of the original White Silver Dragoon.