Hey!! Missa-chan here!! Hope u like my story so far…and if you don't TOO BAD!! opens an imaginary door and shoves all dislikers out
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Chapter 2: New Beginning
"Stop child!"
Startled, she dropped the knife onto her pillow and turned around. "Wh…Who are you?" she stuttered, staring at a glowing figure in front of her. "What are you?"
The figure came closer and she could see that it was an impossibly beautiful woman with wavy black hair that moved as if an unseen wind blew through it and ancient blue-green eyes. Her appearance coupled with the tell-tale glow indicated that she was a goddess. Somehow she looked familiar.
"Aria Smith? Daughter of Amira binti Mohammad Noor? And daughter no longer…" asked the goddess in a powerful yet gentle voice.
"Y..Yes…"
"Child, surely you know who I am. You've seen me in your dreams and have drawn me often enough," she said indicating the file of drawings half-hidden under the thin mattress.
Recognization dawned on Aria's bruised face. "Cahaya..." she breathed. That was her name for the goddess who appeared in her dreams and gave her hope, hope that one day she would be free from Jim. Cahaya meant 'light' in her mother's native language.
"I bring grave news, child. Your mother has passed."
"What? No!!! It cannot be!" protested Aria whose emerald green eyes widened in shock. "Not her, not ever!"
"Dear child, you know very well that I cannot lie."
Aria's control on her emotions snapped. She crumpled into a ball, tears streaming down her face. Her pillar of strength, the only thing that kept her from killing herself earlier, her mother, was gone.
After what seemed like an eternity, Aria felt a gentle touch on her shoulder, and a soft voice said," Weep no more, child, this doesn't have to be a bad thing."
"B…But how…"
"Shh…I have waited for you. Your love for your mother held you to this world and now that she is gone-bless her soul- you can return to where you should be; in a faraway realm called Tortal," explained the goddess.
"I don't understand…where I shuld be?"
"Your father was from Tortal," the goddess sighed. "Neverless, its not my story to tell and time grows short. Do you chose to stay here or to journey to a strange land? You may not change your mind once you have chosen, mind."
"I'll go to Tortal," whispered Aria, squaring her shoulders. She knew that Jim would find a way to blame all his troubles on her and would hurt her more.
"Very well." The goddess gestured and a ring of pure bright light sprung up around Aria's slight figure.
The goddess leaned in and brushed a kiss on Aria's forehead. Her lips burned like fire but felt as cold as ice. Aria felt a stange force gather from the air around her and plunged into her body. It burned fiercely then settled into her heart where she could feel it, a warm-not hot spot under her breast-bone.
"My gift to you: something to help you on the way. Now you are complete, mage to spell, warrior to weapon, priestess to prayer, healer to staff. Light to your path, daughter."
The light flared and Aria closed her eyes and fell into a twisting column of
darkness.
"Good luck, daughter. You'll need it as I foresee that your path is long and difficult."