Chapter 13
Celestin looked up from his position as the midday sun beamed down upon half of him and the shade on the other. Looking across the waters of Feunista Falls, he noticed that Mythalia had disappeared hence the leaves floating on the water. Mythalia… he thought as he flew above the trees trying to get a feel for where she was. Quickly he detected her presence and that of another near by, following his instincts he disappeared into the forest in pursuit of Mythalia.
Disappearing into thin air and reappearing in the depths of the forest, she landed in a part of the forest where there rested shade. As she landed in her goddess outfit, she felt a darkened fear from the whistle of the trees and paid heed to their warning. Turning around, she could find not a soul until she heard a distant and echoing voice.
"Mythalia…what are you doing?" a voice called to her, which she believed to be Melusina's until she felt a warm presence and the trees relaxed under the pretense that the evil was coming.
"Nothing at all Celestin. I was just pondering something and I appeared here." Her feet dug into the ground, which she made largely unnoticeable.
"…I understand. Then shall we go back?" he inquired handing Mythalia her hair clip for her already dry hair.
"Let's go back home, yes indeed, but may we walk?" She began walking on the path that led towards the house.
"Sure, I don't see why not. There's another hour until lunch." He began walking through the forests leading the way and making sure Mythalia was close behind. Suddenly halfway there, she stopped upon hearing a shock through her ears as a cold chill ran up her spine. "Something wrong Mythalia?" Celestin asked noticing the fact that she had stopped moving period.
"I…I forgot something down at the river. One of my bracelets. I need it otherwise the majority of my magic is useless…" Mythalia said partially hypnotized, but still there in a distant mental way.
"Should I go find it for you while you wait here?"
"Would you please?" she smiled innocently, as he complied with her request. When he was out of sight, and out of range, Mythalia returned to her normal self, watching as dark particles materialized into the enemy and counting her bracelets to find that all remained.
"Why wouldn't you obey my call?" Melusina asked with a brash tone of voice, slamming her rod into the ground.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't want to exploit your plans…" Mythalia bent her head diverting her gaze from that of Melusina.
"Sometimes you're just lucky to have me around…" she turned her back twirling her rod and placing its end in the dirt once again, "I buried it deep enough into the recesses of the darkness and it won't reveal itself until I'm gone. But let's stick to business shall we?" Mythalia looked down at her wrist seeing that one was officially gone.
"…"
"On top of not obeying my calls, you have only prolonged the process of completion. The world I strive to make right by making others see the proper way of order and thinking."
"I have already received a lock into their system by passing a dormant virus through Peorth's system."
"Alright then…Phase Two…you need to become stronger. Learn to harness the power of the darkness within you to grow the ability to unleash enormous amounts of spirit energy." She said pointing her staff at Mythalia, who retreated slightly. "The seed within you is still dormant. I've planted another. It is time they grow and live in symbiosis with you."
"In what way?"
"One is to develop your strength. The other is the separation of angel from body, a feature only demons of any ratio possess. You will develop the abilities that I have and become powerful with the added influence of the darkness to your own goddess strength."
"I will carry out your will…"
"Alactine Berail Aneride Decline!" she raised her staff as a shock of energy quickly electrocuted Mythalia, who survived the tremendous blast. "That's the final straw. Leave everything in my hands until I call upon you…"
"Yes Mistress Viviane Melusina…" she curtsied showing her respect to the fairy demon, who had turned her back on her subject as Melusina waved her rod in the air revealing a dark portal of energy, into which she was sucked. In your heart, I sense much resistance. That is a large risk I'm taking, but a certain part of you can't let go and you know it…in due time it will reveal its ugly head and become your downfall in their eyes, yet a major success in my own. Keep playing the roles of both sides, and everything will go according to plan. Her thoughts remained concealed within her mind, while she glanced by at the figure that remained standing in the forest of trees as Celestin appeared with her bangle in hand. Smiles loomed on their faces, but quickly his turned to a neutral expression, as he felt the presence of some character with great power and magic strength. Glancing over at Mythalia, who stepped forward following the path and began to hum the same song that had caused him to feel awkward whenever he was around her. He suspected something of her, and he couldn't pinpoint what the situation was. The worst part was that he didn't know what to make of this feeling; whatever it was it hadn't been coming from Mythalia, because he had eradicated the darkness that threatened her life.
Suddenly, she stopped once again, but this time they had arrived in front of the house, "Thank you for your assistance Celestin."
"It was no problem at all." He responded walking towards the door, as she followed suit heading straight for the room where lunch was being served. The meal passed without a single word, and the two sat content with the current situation, but not all fairy tales last. Taking an ornate notebook in hand and a quill, Mythalia walked out to the vast gardens of perennials and annuals, as she lay down in the tall grasses and blossoming flowers that leaned towards the afternoon sun. Taking her quill, she began to write in the notebook graceful letters that told a morning story. Instantaneously, she turned around to find that Celestin was approaching her position. When within earshot distance, Mythalia brought the feathery part of the quill to her chin, "You know what Celestin?" she spoke looking only at the stem of a rose next to her face, as she closed the book she held in her hand placing it close to her heart. "You have no memory of the past that I know as true, and yet…" she closed her eyes, as she placed her journal and quill on the ground as she stood up refusing to face him, "It seems as if you haven't been gone at all, but…"
"I have my past…but you are not in it, so what do you speak of?" Celestin inquired, his gaze burning through her soul, as if he wanted to know more about something.
"That's exactly what I mean…you're here and so is the truthful past that you are looking for, but you refuse to search for it…are you afraid of what you would find?" she looked at the ring on her finger discreetly, "Sorry, me and my ideas…anyway, is there something you would like to speak with me about?"
"I forgot to mention to you that the council would like to have a meeting with you." He said watching as she turned to the side slightly catching a glimpse at him, as her hair shielded her face.
"Immediately?" she asked staring off to her right, "Is it urgent?"
"Yes it is. They want you to come as soon as possible." He spoke, as she looked at him.
"I'm going, I might be there a while…take care." She vanished, her meeting on her mind above everything else. Walking forward to the location where she once stood, Celestin looked up.
"I have my doubts about her…" Looking down at his feet, her journal remained closed with the quill on top, as the sunlight beamed down upon him. That's her journal. There is much that she is concealing, and I can see it. Perhaps, there is something in here… Picking up the book with the quill in his hand, he attempted to open it, but it would not budge. Trying to open it with a spell, a guardian popped out.
"Password…"
"…Password?" he inquired, "Hint?"
"Spell: Helire Vecuna Inatia Tristis Seditanis Crystallus…"
"That's a revival chant used in ancient times…Malente Invidia Rustine…" he completed the chant, and the pages opened releasing a gust of wind energy, as they flipped to the last page on which she had written.
Journal Entry 38:
Today of course was another day. For being half a day, a lot has happened. Celestin's had a change of heart, and I'm grateful for that change. Living decades without the one you love is a difficult thing to do, because he is always on your mind and you're always thinking of him even though he might be far gone and forgotten all about you. Sometimes I wish I could tell Celestin all that and more, but it would require too much explaining. It was a beautiful day today, and still is as I write this passage. Celestin and I had fun today; it felt as if I were reliving the past that I longed to come back to me…a time when we had an understanding of one another. Yet that all is in the past, and I don't think that the past 'us' will ever return. In my heart, I hope that there is a chance to help Celestin remember, and that his memories weren't manipulated and selectively destroyed.
I don't know how long I can hold onto this life I have without succumbing to the darkness. It's bound to engulf me in its black hole, and I don't think I can escape. If I told Celestin this he would be enraged I know. She approached me today, and I am becoming one with the darkness. I don't know how long or when she will summon my soul. It is hard to say when. The plan is already in progress, and the final stages need to be completed. Viviane Melusina…she…
Celestin closed the book abruptly dropping it on the ground. What is she…? She's in league with the darkness. I should have known. She cannot be trusted; as long as she remains, she poses a threat to this world. They both must be stopped. He turned on his heels and walked away vanishing in a whirlwind of clouds.
