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Sorrow was a felling she was accustomed to, she after all watched how the races of man endlessly murdered and shamed her precious children. Day after day, month after month, year after year the killing never stopped, and she could only sleep and pray that her three sons could live in peace. She was a monster, she was told so many times over by the gods she once looked up too. She slept for thousands of years and she would remain asleep for all eternity if she had not heard her oldest child scream of pain. Like any good mother she wanted to help her child, heal his wound and help him if he needed it but he was already gone and she was awaken. She screamed and the prison that held her shattered.
She lost her sons and she wanted her revenge, red liquid surrounded her and began to form a body she would use to walk among her children. The gods at that point have already been wiped out, at least she thought so. A blonde haired god survived the collapse and he would venture fort on a journey to stop her from being reborn.
Bell spend the next few months training, he needed to fully control the lighting that was coursing through his veins. He could infuse his blade with lighting, channel his lighting he could cover his body in it and deflect most physical threats.
When the months he trained passed he began his trip back, every evening he spent alone thinking of the enemy he would soon come to face. It was bad enough that he did not how much the destruction has spread.
After another two years he had finally reached Orario, it was barely recognizable but something deep down told Bell that he was in the right place. There were no monsters in the surrounding area and the only thing that was not natural was the red crystal that pulsated in the middle of Orario.
He passed the place where once stood the tall walls that protected Orario in the past; he walked over stones that formed many of the building that once housed families. The streets were bare, there was no laughter nor was there any sorrow to be heard, there was only the sight of broken streets and destroyed homes. His eyes held a sadness he could not explain, he felt nostalgic when he stepped on a wooden sign on which was displayed a name: Hostess of fertility.
He made his way to the red crystal, it stilled before it began to violently shake and from it Mother was born. She looked human, her skin fair and features refined if not for the horns that grew out of her head and her dark bluish skin some even might had confused her with a normal human girl. She opened her ruby eyes and stared back at Bell who tightened the grip on his sword. She took a step forwards and then Bell attacked, it was a quick attack that was aiming for the neck but the strike never came, Mother raised her arm to meet the blade and has stopped it.
Her eyes were cold, it reminded him of a fish eyes, dead. She once again started to walk towards Bell but this time she initiated the attack. She closed the distance between them in a instance, eyes in frenzy she successfully landed a strong hit on his chest. He was launched several meters back, clutching his chest, he began to breathe faster.
A smile formed on Mother face as she watched Bell in pain, the attack that landed had enough power behind it to shatter almost all of Bell bones but he stepped back, and escaped the full force of her attack.
Bell held his sword; its edge pierced his vision as it became blurry.
"What are you waiting for?" said a girl with black hair in a white dress. Her expression was filled with sadness that made him shudder.
"She is waiting for you, you know." She continued, he once again remembered Isabel smile that she held while dancing beneath the moonlight.
"Go beat the beast…..Bell" the girl said with a nostalgic voice. She was small and thin for the most part, yet he knows this figure, he was certain that he knew, but he could not remember her nor call out for her because he could not remember her name.
He felt a burning sensation on his back and he felt whole.
"Go…..Bell"
He rose once again; fire mixed with lighting, as they danced on the edge of the blade his vision became clear. He readied his stance and waited for his opponent's next attack. Mother quickly responded and jumped towards Bell, her claws outstretched toward him. Bell closed his eyes and allowed the lighting to guide his body. One swing and it was all over. He had won.
He spend the last few days traveling back to the village he holds dear to his hearth, his only prayer was that it was still there and that the evil which took root in Orario did not spread to it. He gazed upon the green hills that had become all too familiar to him, walking further he saw Isabel.
His breath hitched and he wanted to run towards her as fast as possible but midway he stopped when he saw someone clinging to her leg, the child had white hair and Isabel eyes. He stood there unmoving, until the child moved to her side, Bell approached him. He knelled in front of the boy, Bell wore a silly grin but he did not care, he could not have cared less. Isabel smiled at him; her eyes became foggy while she hugged Bell. Bell returned her hug but kept his eyes on the boy.
They separated and Bell then approached the young boy, he slowly wrapped his arms around him, and smiled.
He had a son.