Chapter 18

Everyone stood up shocked not knowing what to do. Melusina looked over at the former mentor and smiled. In his eyes, there was a fear of something, but it wasn't the enemy before him. This…this…seems so familiar. This situation. This woman I've seen before. Mythalia…why does this seem so familiar. His mind kept on playing those same words over and over, until he couldn't bear it anymore, and tried to dismiss the thought. Watching her eye for eye as she walked forward, he stood his ground ready to defend with what he possibly could in the case of an attack.

"Celestin?" she smirked, "Remember me?"

"Unfortunately, I do…"

"Good…" she said briefly, as she launched her attack on him with her staff, which he dodged, attacking her with his own attack power from the palm of his hand. Mythalia watched with darting eyes that followed every move and focused on the face of the one named Celestin. Slowly, from the recesses of her heart, a flood of darkness was being forced out, but to no avail did it go. It remained, as a teardrop escaped from her eyes. Celestin, enrapt by her misery, watched the lonely tear fall to the ground, as she fell to her knees. With the quick movement of the body and twist of the wrist, Melusina brought her staff, which transformed into a sword, at his neck. "No good…" she said bitterly, taking her staves and Mythalia's hand as they both elevated into the sky. Removing the final piece of her past, she tore off her necklace from about her neck and tossed it down, while breathing words of advice into Celestin's mind. Celestin…don't fall into the grasps of the darkness as I have…my love…Looking up at the clouded night sky, Celestin smirked sorrowfully, as he felt tears form in his eyes.

"Celestin…" Aurora watched as he smirked and walked away, his injury becoming apparent as blood flowed down his arm, "You're injured." She stepped forward to touch Celestin's shoulder, but he retreated.

"Let me be." He spoke coldly, "Let my sorrow flow out of this wound…"

"Don't be absurd Celestin." Trakin said standing before his friend, "Killing yourself with the pain and indulging in the sorrow of love won't help anyone."

"You couldn't possibly understand…" he turned abruptly on his heels. As he flashed open his eyes, all reality became a blur of colors, figures lost in a sea of confusion and hopelessness. Darkness washed over him, and a light shone at the end of the tunnel for a brief second then faded. All words spoken became silence, and all reason became lost as he fell into the arms of the earth.

It was a beautiful song full of life and harmoniously joyful. It warmed his heart, and made all thoughts pass. The song became a smile, which warmed the hearts of many, young and old, joyful and sorrowful. Her song was a gift of life, and a blessing from those on high. The radiant sun beamed down upon her as if some unreachable figure of one's imagination. Slowly, a smile was directed in his direction, and it captured his eye, as he looked up at one so fair…

The morning lark was no comparison to her song, and a strangely familiar tune rang through his ears, as he opened his eyes. Dawn was on the horizon, and the figure that sat next to him remained sleeping. Sitting across the room at the table, her brown hair draped about her delicate expression, as she focused on the letter-writing task at hank. From its weakened position, his fingers stirred and rose as if doing so by some mystical force of nature. Soft words floated from his lips, a cry for love…

                "Mythalia…" he reached out to the woman before him, as she rushed to his side. Quickly, before slipping back into a deep sleep, his eyes readjusted themselves to find unexpectedly that as his heart did, his eyes betrayed him in love.

                "Celestin…" Aurora took his hand, which suddenly grew cold, "Celestin! No! Could he be…?" Aurora dropped the pen that she held in one hand to grasp his one hand between the both of hers, "…dead?"