Chapter Three:
Lost
For what seemed an eternity Elizabeth stood on that balcony. Cathrine stood next to her, shooting arrows at various Shadows, and Elizabeth herself threw Pure Daggers (daggers made from purification energy) at the opposing army, which would destroy them the instant it touched them, as they screamed in agony. She felt no pity, she wanted them to feel the pain, and her only regret was not being able to cause them more of it.
Despite their efforts, however, it did not take long for the Shadows to break through. In only minutes their forces had retreated to the inside of the castle, locking the doors to keep the opposing forces out. Again, the defenses did not last long, and soon they had entered the castle.
"Elizabeth! Come, to my chamber!" Cathrine yelled. They ran to her chamber as fast as they could, managing to avoid any of the enemy along the way. Once within, they locked the door and Cathrine turned to Elizabeth with such a look of sorrow that Elizabeth's hardness of emotion was evaporated, and again she felt the sorrow of losing her mate. Tears began to fall down her cheeks again.
"Elizabeth, there is something Morgan wished for me to tell you after he died."
"What is it?"
"Well, you see, Morgan... won't be coming back."
"What do you mean," she asked desperately.
"He told me that he was not destined to return with us."
"I will never see him again."
There was a long pause before Cathrine answered.
"Nay, you will not."
Elizabeth let out a pitiful cry and sank to the ground. She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes blank and emotionless.
"Elizabeth!" Cathrine said, feeling for one moment that she had died, but when she knelt down she felt a pulse at her throat. "Elizabeth?" she said gently. Elizabeth's eyes flicked to hers, but they were wide and eerie. "Come on, Elizabeth," she said, taking her hand and pulling her to the standing position. Elizabeth willing stood, but as soon as Cathrine let go, she bolted for the balcony, yanked the door open and climbed up onto the stone wall. Cathrine ran after her and pulled her down just as she tried to jump, and she slammed onto her back on the stone ground.
"Let me go!" she yelled, struggling and crying as Cathrine held her down.
"Elizabeth!" Cathrine yelled, and she stopped struggling and looked at her. In the light of the torches Cathrine could see Elizabeth's eyes, they were wide and livid, and Cathrine could tell she had gone mad. The blow of losing her mate for ever was more than she could bear. "Come inside with me," she whispered. She helped her stand and they returned to her chamber, and she made her sit on the bed.
"Just relax and look into my eyes. All will be well, my princess."
~*~*~
Cathrine left the chamber several minutes later and instantly collided with Patrick, another one of the castle residents.
"Your Grace, your father, King Omav, has been killed," he informed her.
"Oh, no. What of Reynold?"
"I'm sorry, I had to separate him. The two halves are now fighting it out, and it looks like his bad side is succeeding. I had to do it, or the weapon would have been used prematurely."
"Where is he?"
"I am unsure, I came to find you and Elizabeth."
"Elizabeth will not be of any help anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"She went mad once I told her that Morgan would not return to her. I am afraid that I had to block her memories. She will not remember anything about who she is, or any lives she lives hereafter until they are removed."
"And her powers."
"Those will be inaccessible to her as well."
"I was afraid of that."
"Come we must find Reynold."
They ran down the hall to the left, and Cathrine suddenly sensed his presense. It was moving fast, but...
"Oh no, I must go back, go help the others!" she said, running as fast as she could back the way they came. When her chamber came into sight she saw that the door had been broken open. Just as she reached it she heard a bone- chilling scream. She reached the door and looked inside. There was Elizabeth, laying on the floor right by the door, her long blue-black hair covering her face, a puddle of blood around her. She was dead. Cathrine knew that before she even reached her to see if there was a pulse. She looked up and saw Reynold's tall handsome figure coming closer to her.
"No, Reynold, don't!" she cried. He stopped and she watched him as he struggled with himself. His good and evil halves were fighting it out, and Cathrine watched, sensing that is good half was finally starting to get the upper hand. It was then that it happened. She felt a spirit arrow peirce her heart from the front, and she screamed, the pain was almost beyond bearing, but she knew it would not kill her, her deamon half protected her from that, but she glimped a tall figure leap off the balcony.
"Cathrine!" she heard Reynold's voice, and was flooded with relief, knowing that his good half had won the battle. Before she could say anything to him, she felt another arrow peirce her heart from the back. This was a real arrow. Reynold cried out in rage and threw a dagger towards the door where it lodged into Jeffrey's throat, who grabbed it and pulled it out, but it was too late, as he sank to the ground, suffocating on his own blood as it filled his lungs. Reynolf grabbed Cathrine by the shoulders and pulled her up from the ground as blood poured profusely out of her. Her face was completely white, her eyes closed, her body getting colder by the second.
"Cathrine," Reynold whispered, weeping for the loss of his love. He took her lifeless body in his arms then and carried her out of the room. He continued down through the halls, oblivious to the murdering around him, not hearing the screams, not seeing the weapons that flew dangerously close to him, and did not stop until he had left the castle and carried her out onto the field. Here he placed his love onto the ground and knelt next to her. He took out a beautiful dagger with and emerald encrusted hilt. He lay next to her and put one arm around her waist. He closed his eyes then, and then, tears rolling down his cheeks, put the tip of the blade right above his heart and forced it through. He didn't feel the pain, he only felt Cathrine in his arms as life spead away from him. And behind them the castle was on fire, burning to the ground. Lovers had been separated, so many lives had been lossed, and the kingdom had fallen.
Lost
For what seemed an eternity Elizabeth stood on that balcony. Cathrine stood next to her, shooting arrows at various Shadows, and Elizabeth herself threw Pure Daggers (daggers made from purification energy) at the opposing army, which would destroy them the instant it touched them, as they screamed in agony. She felt no pity, she wanted them to feel the pain, and her only regret was not being able to cause them more of it.
Despite their efforts, however, it did not take long for the Shadows to break through. In only minutes their forces had retreated to the inside of the castle, locking the doors to keep the opposing forces out. Again, the defenses did not last long, and soon they had entered the castle.
"Elizabeth! Come, to my chamber!" Cathrine yelled. They ran to her chamber as fast as they could, managing to avoid any of the enemy along the way. Once within, they locked the door and Cathrine turned to Elizabeth with such a look of sorrow that Elizabeth's hardness of emotion was evaporated, and again she felt the sorrow of losing her mate. Tears began to fall down her cheeks again.
"Elizabeth, there is something Morgan wished for me to tell you after he died."
"What is it?"
"Well, you see, Morgan... won't be coming back."
"What do you mean," she asked desperately.
"He told me that he was not destined to return with us."
"I will never see him again."
There was a long pause before Cathrine answered.
"Nay, you will not."
Elizabeth let out a pitiful cry and sank to the ground. She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes blank and emotionless.
"Elizabeth!" Cathrine said, feeling for one moment that she had died, but when she knelt down she felt a pulse at her throat. "Elizabeth?" she said gently. Elizabeth's eyes flicked to hers, but they were wide and eerie. "Come on, Elizabeth," she said, taking her hand and pulling her to the standing position. Elizabeth willing stood, but as soon as Cathrine let go, she bolted for the balcony, yanked the door open and climbed up onto the stone wall. Cathrine ran after her and pulled her down just as she tried to jump, and she slammed onto her back on the stone ground.
"Let me go!" she yelled, struggling and crying as Cathrine held her down.
"Elizabeth!" Cathrine yelled, and she stopped struggling and looked at her. In the light of the torches Cathrine could see Elizabeth's eyes, they were wide and livid, and Cathrine could tell she had gone mad. The blow of losing her mate for ever was more than she could bear. "Come inside with me," she whispered. She helped her stand and they returned to her chamber, and she made her sit on the bed.
"Just relax and look into my eyes. All will be well, my princess."
~*~*~
Cathrine left the chamber several minutes later and instantly collided with Patrick, another one of the castle residents.
"Your Grace, your father, King Omav, has been killed," he informed her.
"Oh, no. What of Reynold?"
"I'm sorry, I had to separate him. The two halves are now fighting it out, and it looks like his bad side is succeeding. I had to do it, or the weapon would have been used prematurely."
"Where is he?"
"I am unsure, I came to find you and Elizabeth."
"Elizabeth will not be of any help anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"She went mad once I told her that Morgan would not return to her. I am afraid that I had to block her memories. She will not remember anything about who she is, or any lives she lives hereafter until they are removed."
"And her powers."
"Those will be inaccessible to her as well."
"I was afraid of that."
"Come we must find Reynold."
They ran down the hall to the left, and Cathrine suddenly sensed his presense. It was moving fast, but...
"Oh no, I must go back, go help the others!" she said, running as fast as she could back the way they came. When her chamber came into sight she saw that the door had been broken open. Just as she reached it she heard a bone- chilling scream. She reached the door and looked inside. There was Elizabeth, laying on the floor right by the door, her long blue-black hair covering her face, a puddle of blood around her. She was dead. Cathrine knew that before she even reached her to see if there was a pulse. She looked up and saw Reynold's tall handsome figure coming closer to her.
"No, Reynold, don't!" she cried. He stopped and she watched him as he struggled with himself. His good and evil halves were fighting it out, and Cathrine watched, sensing that is good half was finally starting to get the upper hand. It was then that it happened. She felt a spirit arrow peirce her heart from the front, and she screamed, the pain was almost beyond bearing, but she knew it would not kill her, her deamon half protected her from that, but she glimped a tall figure leap off the balcony.
"Cathrine!" she heard Reynold's voice, and was flooded with relief, knowing that his good half had won the battle. Before she could say anything to him, she felt another arrow peirce her heart from the back. This was a real arrow. Reynold cried out in rage and threw a dagger towards the door where it lodged into Jeffrey's throat, who grabbed it and pulled it out, but it was too late, as he sank to the ground, suffocating on his own blood as it filled his lungs. Reynolf grabbed Cathrine by the shoulders and pulled her up from the ground as blood poured profusely out of her. Her face was completely white, her eyes closed, her body getting colder by the second.
"Cathrine," Reynold whispered, weeping for the loss of his love. He took her lifeless body in his arms then and carried her out of the room. He continued down through the halls, oblivious to the murdering around him, not hearing the screams, not seeing the weapons that flew dangerously close to him, and did not stop until he had left the castle and carried her out onto the field. Here he placed his love onto the ground and knelt next to her. He took out a beautiful dagger with and emerald encrusted hilt. He lay next to her and put one arm around her waist. He closed his eyes then, and then, tears rolling down his cheeks, put the tip of the blade right above his heart and forced it through. He didn't feel the pain, he only felt Cathrine in his arms as life spead away from him. And behind them the castle was on fire, burning to the ground. Lovers had been separated, so many lives had been lossed, and the kingdom had fallen.