Her back hit the grass so violently that she lost her breath, her body rolling uncontrollably over the soaking ground, making it impossible for her to orient herself for a second. The wind continued to rage, shoving her through the grass and painfully slapping her hair against her face, screaming on her ears. Massive wings flapped once more, shaking the trees as if they were made of paper, leaves and branches set flying around like stray arrows, tumbling everything on their path.
Everything was too loud. Screams, yells, the howls of the wind, the rain that continued to hammer endlessly over the ground. She swung her arms, fingers trying to dig into the wet muddy ground to stop her rolling, eyes stinging with the force of the thick raindrops. Her hand came in contact with a branch, and she held onto it with all of her strength, her body momentarily steadying even through the wind that threatened to throw her off balance again. She desperately looked around, emerald eyes landing on Lossenel and Arahaelon not too far from her, their, bodies huddled against a giant tree trunk because of the wind.
The beast cried out, the high-pitched sound ringing all through the forest, making her ears fell as though they were going to burst from the pain of it, drowning even the majestic thunder. And then, there was too much light, a wave of heat hitting her body as a river of red and orange flames crossed through the vision. She felt herself scream, but never heard the sound, drowned by the thunder of flames that suddenly feasted on the higher tree branches all around her, crackling and burning even through the rain.
There were screams all around, from both elves and orcs alike, figures running chaotically in nearly every direction. Suddenly, eves were dropping down form the flaming branches, ladies and elflings crying desperately as they hit the ground, other rushing to help them.
"Almarëa!" Lossenel cried out through the tide of screams and rain and wind, one pale arm stretched in her direction, her platinum hair glowing in orange reflects from the burning flames. She did not think it twice, lunging herself forward even as the wind tried to knock her down, her feet sinking in the puddles of mud. She could barely see through her hair, which the rain had made heavy and the wind continued to stick into her eyes.
"Are you all right?!" She had to yell for her voice to be heard through the chaos, her feet tripping on the soaking and muddied hem of her dress, dropping down next to her siblings. Almost immediately, the wind cried out once more, the intense power flickering through the air, through her veins, calling, begging to be used, nearly out of control. This was madness. The power was too great. Was the King even in control any longer? Her body was brutally pushed against the tree trunk, the massive bark being the only thing stopping her from rolling backwards once more, sheltering them.
"I think so!" Lossenel replied, her stunning green-blue eyes glancing around her frantically taking everything in, suddenly incredibly alert. Her fine royal blue cloak now stuck to her delicate body from the rain, looking nearly black in the night-lit sky.
"We have to move!" She cried out desperately, struggling to stand against the howling wind and raging storm. The heat was getting stronger, almost unbearable, burning branches dropping down the trees in massive chunks, only to continue to flame on the muddied grass. It was getting harder to see, the orange and red flames around them too bright, and the black smoke burned her lungs and watered her eyes.
For a second her sister's eyes stared into hers, wide, as if debating what she had said, despair easily read through those crystal colored irises. For a fraction of a second, the Princess' eyes shifted to her side, and she immediately followed them, her heart suddenly skipping a beat in dread. Arahaelon. The Crown Prince had not uttered a single word, piercing emerald eyes looking alert, powerful, his perfectly serene face determined. But the only reason his body was not rolling around limply from the wind was the thick tree trunk against which he sat. Her insides clenched painfully, even though her mind screamed at her to move, that they needed to run, the heat from the flames feeling too overwhelming now, the smoke making it harder to breathe. Her stomach rolled at the sight of more rivers of crimson trailing down his shoulder. His left hand curled over his torso, holding tightly to his right side, for the first time confirming that there were other injuries that her eyes could not see, even though he had tried not to show it.
"Lossie!" Her hand curled around her sister's pale arm, forest green eyes forcing the snowy Princess to focus on her, stressing her words. "We need to move!"
Another branch fell from a tree to her left, making the soaked ground shake, snakes of fire curling over its leaves, consuming them to ashes. Lossenel nodded her head, black ashes starting to stick to her platinum hair and delicate face, staining her cheeks and eyelashes. Immediately her hands curled around Arahaelon's left arm, helping Lossenel to pull him to his feet, the ranging wind once again threatening to push her backwards from the force, the Crown Prince not once complaining.
Another cry erupted in the air, her ears ringing painfully as the crackling of new tongues of fire flew over the forest some distance away. Her feet stumbled almost blindly through the mud, tripping on protruding roots and trying not to collide with the running elves, all as desperate as them to get away from his fires of Mordor. A scream tore through her throat as she stepped on something that was not a root, her eyes wide in panic as she discovered it was an arm, eyes traveling through it only to land on a body, dark blue eyes staring emptily at the sky above. And it was not alone. There were many others. Too many. Orcs and elves alike, the mud staining the hem of her dress now a puddle of red and black blood combined.
Next to her, she could hear Lossenel's panicked heavy breathing, her lips trembling, frightened eyes wide in shock. Her older sister was no longer paying attention to where they were going, her wide eyes staring at the massacre on the ground letting her know that. All of her attention seemed to be consumed by the traumatizing sight before them and by keeping Arahaelon standing next to her. She would not react to any coming threat, not even if she yelled at her in warning.
She shook her head forcing herself to keep it together, adrenaline pumping through her veins as wild as the raging fires around, attentive to every sound, every figures that crossed near them. She had to stay alert, had to find some place safe. Lossenel would not do it now. And neither would Arahaelon. She had seen death before. No matter how shocking and horrifying the sight was, she could not afford to let it distract her, not now, not even as her stomach threatened to empty its contents.
The gust of flapping winds was the only warning she received, her eyes flying upwards to gaze at a giant black shadow through the thick cloud of smoke, flying so low, too low…
"GET DOWN!" She yelled as loud as her lungs could muster, pushing both of her siblings down before throwing herself behind them. She landed on her elbows, her arms sinking into the bloodies mud, another violent gust of wind hitting fiercely.
She had to duck her head, watching out of the corner of her eyes as Lossenel and Arahaelon did the same, all three of them lying face down on the ground. A massive silhouette flew inches above her head, momentarily blocking all the branches and fire from view, and all she could see was black, a black gigantic underbelly with thousands of massive scales. The beast's rear claws curled around a running elf just a couple of steps to their left violently ripping him from the ground, wings flapping loudly, the elf thrown brutally into the air.
Another roar. Her arms and legs crawled over the mud and blood and corpses in despair, only barely aware that her siblings were moving along. Fire erupted once more, the light so bright and the heat too overwhelming, more smoke going down her throat making her cough desperately. She tried to stand up, but hand pulled her down again immediately.
"NO!" It was Arahaelon's voice, her head snapping around to face him, still on the ground to her right. she could barely see anything through her rain soaked hair, now covered in both blood and mud as well, sticking uncomfortably in tangles to her face. "Stay down!"
She did not even have time to question what he said, instantly lowering herself once more, her heart beating frantically in an overwhelming combination of adrenaline and terror. There were so many bodies around. Too many. Their legs and arms pocking her as she crawled through the ground, truing her best not to look at them, to pretend it was roots what she kept moving out of her way and not limbs.
Her eyes darted to her sister, that stunning face now contorted in wild fear, her eyes wide, shocked, breath coming nearly in gasps, and for a second she could not tell whether it was tears or rain drops what ran down her sister's cheeks. The Princess' pale arms trembled violently as she crawled along, shaking all the more whenever she touched another body, panicked screams that turned into sobs wracking her body.
"No! Stop!" She suddenly yelled, her hand automatically reaching to grab at Arahaelon's left arm, which was closest to her, Lossenel's head snapping in her direction. Another thunder drummed loudly on the ground, the lighting momentarily making everything look white, the wind picking up even more fiercely.
The roar of more metal boots approaching was impossible to miss even through the raging chaos of the storm and burning trees, running chaotically, yet coming closer. More orcs. The battle seemed to have lost any sense of order, both elves and orcs running in every direction, slaying whatever came into their paths, everyone trying first to get away from the fire. Arahaelon's emerald eyes looked around them frantically. Her had heard them too. She could see it on his face trying o find a way out, to not be seen.
"Do not move!" She half-way yelled amidst the howling wind, another flaming branch suddenly dropping to her right, missing her foot by inches. It took him a second to understand what she meant, his body immediately going limp on the bloodied ground, tangled among so many other cold lifeless bodies. The black stung her eyes, tears starting to run down her mud covered cheeks.
"Shh! Lossie! Lossie!" Arahaelon kept speaking frantically to Lossenel, the Princess barley paying attention, her body wracked with tremors and sobs of shock. "Do not move! Stay still!"
And yet, somehow, Lossenel managed to stay perfectly still, the orcs running past them through the ocean of dead bodies, stepping on them as though they were merely grass. She had to bite her lips in order not to scream as they heavy metal boots landed all too close to her, snarls and cries ringing painfully inside her eyes.
Elladan. She could not stop her mind from thinking about him every two seconds. She needed to know where he was, if he was all right, if he was injured. No, he was not injured. That she could feel through their bond. But not even that could ease her worry.
"Find that ring, ye 'ear me!" A creature snarled, more boots storming past her head. Another blood curling high-pitched cry echoed through the night, followed by the unmistakable sound of more tongues of fires unleashing upon the forest. "The girl 'as it! Find the girl!"
The girl. Her. As if on cue, the wind howled one more, whispered cries ringing in her ears in that tongue she could not understand, wanting to be used, begging to be called upon. But she did not. she would not. It would be madness. Calling on Vilya now would be to almost hand it to the orcs on a silver tray.
There was a sudden clash of metal against metal, followed by a chaos of snarls and cries around her. She had to roll over as a dead orc suddenly fell on the spot where she previously was, more black blood pooling over the muddied ground, mixing with the rain. She crawled on her knees and elbows, barely able to see through the rain and smoke, Arahaelon and Lossenel imitating her.
A hand pulled her quickly by the arm to stand, and she screamed, pulling her arm free, only to find a second hand landing on her shoulder, steadying her.
"Almarëa!" That voice. She stopped her thrashing instantly at the sound, her green eyes snapping up to meet a pair of piercing clear blue. "This way!"
Tadion. She could have cried out in relief had she not been running on such adrenaline. Her brother's hands instantly moved her aside, pulling her along to the sidelines of the new confrontation between orcs and elves. His long golden hair hung dripping over his broad shoulders, tangled in and stained with mud and blood as well. She tripped with more bodies, rushing along with Tadion, the corner of her eyes noticing that the King had also appeared, her father carefully yet hastily helping an alarmingly pale Crown Prince to his feet, his other hand pulling up Lossenel as well.
"Ada!" Tadion suddenly yelled, and the Elvenking jumped aside just in time as another burning branch tumbled to the ground, missing his right hand by inches.
Her father's long silvery hair looked darker in the rain, a long bleeding gash stretching from his left ear and nearly to his nose, under his eye, but he did not even seem to notice it was there. Instead his piercing ice colored eyes looked around fiercely, every move so calculated, so precise, suddenly looking so powerful.
She did not even know where they were going, struggling to move through the mud and puddles and bodies and roots and fallen branches, trying to see through the smoke and not lose sight of her father or siblings in the process. More fire erupted to their left, the massive black shadow flying dangerously low once more, wings flapping violently and sending more gusts of howling wind that it impossible to hear anything. More screams cried out into the night, figures desperately dropping from the trees, colliding into one another as they ran.
But they did not stop, the Elvenking seeming to be the one leading the pace, moving through the burning forest as if his eyes could perfectly see through the black smoke. The storm raged all the more fiercely, thunder wracking the earth once more, making it tremble. The King was not doing it. Her heart skipped a beat, dropping inside of her in sudden terror. It was out of control. Her father had been forced to pull away from it, the storm now raging entirely on its own. More rivers of fire licked at the highest branches, so red, so orange, painting everything in burning yellow, hot, consuming the trees to ashes.
"Through there!" Her father suddenly yelled, and she had to make an effort to see his figures through the smoke, coughing once more. Her feet stumbled once more, Tadion's hands still on her shoulder, guiding her forward.
She sunk on something, wetness soaking through the hem of her dress, going deeper and deeper, splashing around. Water. She could barely see anything and yet as she opened her stinging eyes with effort she caught the reflective shimmer of orange flames over a black surface. A creek? Or a lake? She could not tell, but it did not matte, her legs moving awkwardly as fast as she could over the underwater ground, sliding on loose pebbles. In front of her she could make out the black silhouettes of Arahaelon, Lossenel and her father, their bodies now waist deep in the water.
Her dress was getting heavier, her lungs coughing once more in an effort to expel the smoke, barely aware of Tadion splashing behind her. And yet, the water did not get any deeper, staying constantly at waist depth, black yet shimmering in orange at the roaring flames not far away, shushing as the raindrops abused its calmed surface. The trees were getting thicker around the water's edge, massive roots tangling like mangroves in the forms of labyrinthine walls.
A frightened cry made her head snap to the right, feet catching on a root underwater but she did not fall. She tried to find the source of the sound, but could not see anything. But the King had moved, the water splashing around in loud echoes as he hurried through it, his heavy robes floating eerily in the black surface at his waist. She followed him with her eyes, Tadion still guiding her along closer to where Arahaelon and Lossenel stood. The Elvenking reached the water's edge, stretching his arms hastily through the wall of intertwining roots, pulling something into his arms before returning through the water, motioning with a hand for them to hurry along. An elfling. She could not see the child well, but it was nonetheless a child, the frightened cries echoing through the air as little arms wrapped tightly around the Elvenking's neck.
The best cried out a gain, roaring through the wind in a haunting sound. And then there was another roar, coming from the ground this time, shaking, massive. Her eyes turned around just in time to find its source, watching in the distance as a flaming canopy tumbled towards the ground. A tree had fallen. How many others would?
"Stay here!" Her father's voice brought her attention back to where she was, his hands quickly guiding Lossenel into a tiny crease through the roots, pulling her to sink deeper into the water until only her head was barely visible.
She did not even have time to think, Tadion following her as she splashed quickly, lowering herself to crouch underwater, the cold liquid now reaching her shoulders, her body squeezing through the crease in the roots. Arahaelon's left hand helped her along, pulling her until she was completely hiding in the darkness. Silently, she watched her father handing Tadion the sobbing elfling, the child tangling her little arms now around her brother's neck in fear.
"Move only if the smoke gets thicker." She barely heard her father telling Tadion through the hammering rain, her brother rushing through the water and crouching down next to them, the elfling in his arms letting out a frightened wail.
And then, the Elveking was turning around, returning the way they had come, moving surprisingly quickly through the waist deep water. She wanted to rush after him, her eyes going wide in fear at the fires of Mordor that surrounded them, but Tadion's hand stopped her from going after.
"Ada!" Tadion yelled instead, the Elvenking not even looking back. "Ada come back! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
The elfling wailed in fright, arms tightened around Tadion's neck so fiercely that it nearly chocked him. Large horrified eyes looked around amidst waves of messy black curls, looking around her in fear before landing on Arahaelon, her little arms almost immediately swaying in his direction, begging to be transferred. Tadion moved quickly, starting to move the child, his clear blue eyes still focused on their father's retreating figure, but Arahaelon stopped him.
"I cannot carry her." The Crown Prince said, Tadion stopping his motion midway. Her stomach dropped painfully inside of her. Arahaelon looked as though he could barely stay awake any longer. Tadion's face scrunched in worry for a split second before he nodded his head, handing the child instead into Lossenel's outstretched arms.
"I will take her." The snowy Princess accepted the elfling, carefully holding the little body to hers, her long platinum hair floating in the back water like the Moon's reflection. "What is your name little one?"
"Mylien." She heard the elfling hiccup in response, but she was no longer paying attention, her focus fixed solely on Tadion who had jumped through the water after their father yet not daring to go too far out of their hiding place.
"ADA! NO!" Tadion screamed, her own arms swinging around the water to follow him, to pull him back.
But she stopped, her whole body frozen in place, the wild orange flames reflecting inside her green eyes, her heart momentarily stopping. The Elvenking was not too far away, his figure looking smaller in the distance, merely a black shadow climbing up a massive tree, every move so graceful, so quick. Silver hair slapped fiercely at the wind, robes flying around, but he did not stop, going higher and higher and higher…
"ADA, GET DOWN!" Tadion yelled desperately, and she screamed. Another roar made her ears nearly bleed in pain, the massive black shadow sliding through the smoke filled sky, black giant wings flapping above their heads.
The Elvenking jumped, a tiny black silhouette flying through the sky, the distance perfectly calculated. It happened so fast. The beast soared through the sky, her father's hands grabbing onto the massive scales in its underbelly, hanging precariously from the beast, a tiny barely visible form. Screams rang in her ears and tore through her throat, but she did not even realize she was the one producing them. The beast was moving too fast, diving violently through the sky, not even seeming aware of the King hanging from it, flying higher and higher until all she could see of her father was the faint tiny silver gleam of his hair in the darkness, hanging like an insignificant ragged doll in comparison to the beast's immense figure.
Another river of fired poured from the beast's mouth, lightening the black sky in burning orange for a split second. She desperately tried to see what was happening, trying to keep track of the beast's black silhouette through the clouds of smoke.
An unbearable high-pitched cry filled the air, her hands instantly flying to cover her ears, but it was useless. She tried to scream louder but not even that could drown the sound, the cry making her ears nearly bleed in agony. And then there was light in the air, high up through the smoke. She could not tell what it was, but it looked as if the sky itself had erupted in liquid fire, which dropped through the ground like lava, hot and burning. And then something was plummeting towards the ground….a massive black forms, wings flaying through the air but no longer flying, black thick smoke following it as the fire-like substance poured from the beast's underbelly, looking like blood, but it could not be blood, or could it? Blood was not so bright…so incandescent….or was it?
The ground shook with a huge roar, the giant beast hitting the tallest tower of the Palace in the distance, sending massive chunk so stone plummeting to the ground. She could see it through the veil of flaming trees, the pointed roof of the tower too high up. The beast's black corpse now la over it, halfway incrusted through the wooden roof structure it had pierced through in is landing, no longer moving….was it…dead?
There were cries from around her, her eyes landing on many elves who had stopped their running not too far from their hiding spot in the water, hands pointing up at the tower. The orcs were scattering, snarls and cries filling the air as they ran in every direction, suddenly seeming frightened, as if they had already lost….
"Stay hiding!" Tadion reminded her just as she started to stand up taller, his hands pushing on her shoulder and sending her back to crouch in the water, his clear blue eyes not once departing form the tower.
Btu she could not breathe, her lungs feeling too tight, eyes watching, waiting...A shadow moved, black and vaporous, climbing down the dead beast's back. Its rider. Her blood ran cold, eyes glued up to the roof of the tower up above. It was one of them….those metal hands and mask unmistakable even through the distance. Even the way it move sent shivers down her spine, walking through the roof's dripping tiles as though it was a flat ground.
More cries and gasps followed, the battle on the ground seeming to have completely stopped, more hands pointing up. Lightning struck the sky, and in the faint sudden light another figured stood up, looking tiny in the massive rounded roof. Her father. He was alive. She would have screamed in relief had her body not been frozen on the spot, only managing to open her mouth in fright as the nazgul violently swung a long silver sword. The Elvenking jumped out of the way just in time, but slipped on the soaked slanted tiles on the landing, the howling wind pushing him forward.
She cried out this time, but did not even notice, her father sliding through the roof until he was hanging at the edge just by the hands. The King tried to climb back up, but slid down farther as the nazgul struck again, once more missing just barely. Something else was stirring in the air. She could feel it. It tingled inside her veins, the overwhelming power too familiar.
"No…" She whispered, her voice drowned by the uncontrollable storm raging around, heart rising to her throat. "No."
the nazgul swung the sword again, but this time it was the wind that stopped it, pushing its black cloaked figure backwards violently through the roof. The forest roared again, even the trees below stretching unnaturally, he father's powers' joining the raging storm. Fear like no other gripped at her insides, the storm feeling too powerful to control. What was her father doing? This was madness…..it was chaos…the powers of the storm were larger than his, he could not control it…but he did not let go.
The wind howled all the more intently, the rain picking up with a fury that was far beyond the natural. Another swing of the long metal sword, but the forest raged again, only barely following the King's command as the wind once again pushed the cloaked figure backwards. Even through the distance she could feel her father slipping, his powers not in control of the storm, too much of his energy being drained uselessly by the strength of the trees and wind and rain….he would not make it. He needed to let go. But could he even let go? Could he even control that any longer? It was going to kill him…..
The tingles in her fingers intensified, her eyes falling momentarily closed, not even opening as another round of cries filled the air, not looking up to see what she had missed. She needed to do something…the storm was out of control…it was draining of her father's energy at an alarming rate….
"No!" Arahaelon's voice suddenly cried to her left, her eyes snapping open only to find his alarmingly pale figure in the water next to her. She had not even heard him come any closer. "Do not, Almarëa!"
Emerald eyes were looking at her intently, for the first time utterly frightened, wide, alarmed. It was a look she had never seen before in her eldest brother's eyes, for a split second making her heart skip a beat. But she could not just stay here and do nothing. She could feel her father's energy draining by the second, the trees and rain getting stronger in the process. She had to do it…she had to…
"ALMAREA, NO!" Arahaelon screamed once more, his left hand gripping onto her arm desperately, emerald eyes bearing into hers pleading. Even though he was standing next to her, she could barely hear him through the howling wind and raging storm, the shallow water around them suddenly rising in taller waves, her hair slapping violently on her face and ears. She tried to pull her arm free from his grip but he held on more desperately to her, not letting to. "IT WILL KILL YOU! IT IS TOO STRONG! YOU WILL NOT BE ABEL TO FIND BALANCE! IT WILL KILL YOU!"
But she did not listen, pulling her arm free from his grip in a quick move, all her attention focused on her father's waning energy. It had to be now….a second later and it would be too late. She had to get her father out…had to somehow break the connection…or at least join her own energy to it.
"ALMAREA, NO!" Arahaelon cried out once more, and for the first time in her life there was absolute terror written on his face, wide emerald eyes begging at her.
But the tingling was getting stronger, the familiar inviting power running through her veins like addictive poison, and she let herself go, closing her eyes tightly, determined to get her father out of this uncontrollable storm. A wave of power suddenly hit her brutally, her mind spinning in a maelstrom so wild that she could not even find her way. She tried to scream but could no longer hear herself, the power burning through her veins and coursing through her body like fire.
The power was too strong. She tried to find a way, any way to orient herself, but she could not find anything, only feel herself spinning wildly around, felling an overwhelming force crushing her, the storm raging outside. It was too much, the connection burning through her body like fiery poison. Panic started to grip at her, desperately trying to find a way out of the connection, but found that she could not even find that. It was too much…and she could not control it, the force of the trees and the rain and wind too powerful, consuming her.
She had never felt this way before, it frightening, terrifying….she could feel her father's energy seeping away, but not even reach it, her own energy draining from her at an alarming speed, the connection so entirely off balance. She could not control it…and she could not get out…her head hammering so painfully she thought her skull was going to break. She should not have joined. What had she been thinking…..the forces of nature were too strong at the moment…dragging her along like a ragged doll…she could not control this, she did not even know how….
And then, there was something else joining her just as she tried to find her father, another force, weaker yet pulling her aside immediately and she instinctively held onto that familiar force, letting it join her energy, feeding her, stirring her into a different direction, guiding her. Arahaleon. But what was he doing?! He was not strong enough! And still it reached for her, guiding herm feeding her, and she let herself be pulled, following the familiar weak power that kept feeding hers with energy, stirring her through the maelstrom….and then everything changed.
It was all she had needed, just stirring in the right direction…She could not even describe how it felt, but suddenly the maelstrom had stopped and instead everything was perfectly still, her mind and body suddenly feeling in control. And it was addictive, it was better than any other thing she had ever felt. More power that she could have even imagined coursed through her veins like fire, both feeding her and feeding on her, every single other force in the connection feeling as though it was on the palm of her hand, for her to control. She had never felt like that before…she could feel every tree, every rain drop, every gust of wind…her eyes were closed but she could see. It was as if suddenly another different eye had opened inside of her, and she was flying, overlooking the entire forest which moved at her own will. With only one of her thoughts, the wind screamed all the loudest, swinging through the forest so violently that it nearly threatened to pull the trees from the ground. There was so much power, right there, right in her control, the balance finally achieved. And she wanted more….craved more…needed more.
Thunder wracked the earth, and she knew exactly where it wound fall, tis energy radiating through the ground and running through her very limbs and bones. But she needed to find her father. And yet, she was again surprised at how easy it resulted…A string ball. Just like Arahaelon had explained to her so long ago. Her lips would have curled up in a smile if she could have felt her body. But she could no longer fell it, it was as if her very self had dissipated into the forest…and she was not longer just a small body standing in the water. No. She was the forest. She was the rain. She was the thunder. She was the wind. A string ball…all the forces held like a string ball in the palm of her hand. And it only took one look to find her father, weary and exhausted. But it had been easier to find her father than to push him out of the connection. It was as if her spirit did not want to push anything out….but wanted to pull everything in. she wanted the power…wanted to pull at it…to keep her in her hands….Btu she pushed her father away, even though every instinct told her not to, but suddenly, he was out of the connection, that little string disappearing from her control….
And then, she did not even know what happened next, could never have explained it afterwards, but the storm intensified tenfold, the wilder it got the better she felt, the more power that raged through the forest the more addictive the connection got. There was thunder everywhere, the wind howling madly, white light blinding the forest as she let everything out, every inch of power she held.
The ground shook.
The sky roared.
And then she let go, silence suddenly filling the air, the addictive energy letting go of her body, releasing the connection.
"Almarëa!" She could hear a voice calling frantically, but it sounded so distant, a foggy silhouette dancing before her face. Someone else was screaming, not too far away, but she could not hear what was being said.
"Almarëa!" the voice repeated, a worried face coming into focus, hovering over hers. A gentle hand patted on her cheek, and for the first time she realized that strong arms holding her were the only thing preventing her heavy body from sinking into the water. It was Tadion. His clear blue eyes looked into hers, repeating her name over and over again…but she felt so tired.
Someone else screamed again, too close to her. The figures were getting foggy once more, and she had to blink to force herself to stay awake, her head turning to the side.
"AR!" Lossenel was the one screaming, her platinum head visible through the hazy fog that clouded her vision. She wanted to open her mouth but felt too tired to do so. "AR! NO! NO! AR!"
Her sister's arms were desperately holding to the Crown Prince's limp body, his silvery hair floating eerily upon the water's black surface, the rain no longer falling. A silver glow shimmered faintly on his left arm in the shape of a tiny handprint, his skin as white and lifeless as snow. And then everything turned black, and she knew no more….
Sorry for the wait! Here is the next chapter! I think it's a little shorter in words, hehe but still I hope it's worth it!
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