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Chapter Seven

Melody was walking through the broken-down Graveyard of the Royals. In the past it was well-tended with the graves having no moss or vines covering them and flowers blooming in the right places; now it was a decaying place. She reached the end of the dirt path that led to the area reserved for her parents' final resting place. Kneeling down, she placed flowers before two graves. Wait… Graves? Looking up, she saw two graves on the brown grass. Reading what they said, Melody gasped; they're her parents' graves. Tears dropped onto the dry ground as Melody mourned for her parents.

She didn't notice anything around her until she felt a smooth hand on her shoulder. Instincts kicking in, Melody rolled quickly to the side and pulled up her hand forming a fireball. "No attack you deal will hurt me." Realizing the voice and the hand belonged to Eris, Melody lowered her hand and looked sadly at the graves again. "Did you bury them?" "I did." "Why?" "I may be the Goddess of Discord and Chaos, but I know kindness where it is needed; they needed to be buried." "I see." Melody stood up. "Thank you for burying them. And don't worry; your son will die." And she walked away. Eris watched her go and smirked. Looking down on the two graves, Eris waved her hand and walked away as the illusion of the graves vanished into thin air.

Taran was finishing packing; with his job done, there's nothing keeping him here in the Êyrt Haëka. He already said goodbye to Melody. Strapping his pack to his back, Taran left the castle and walked into the forest. He went a few feet when a cloaked figure appeared before him. He bowed his head and said. "I have done as you asked angel. The alliance has been made." The cloaked figure moved towards him and put a smooth pale hand on his shoulder. "Thank you Taran and as your reward, your dead sister will be brought back to life." The hand moved his shoulder and the angel waved it in the air, making a small light ball. The light ball flew in the air and zoomed into the forest and the angel pointed after it. "Follow that light and it'll led you to where your sister is."

Taran was already on the move, running like a wolf after its prey. He was filled with happiness! He'll be reunited with his sister! He could remember all the times she suffered to keep them alive.

Standing before the graves of their dead parents, seventeen-year-old Eilonwy and thirteen-year-old Taran said goodbye to them one last time before heading into town. With their home burnt and gone they had no choice but look for work in the town. For hours they did little odd jobs for people; from weeding gardens to washing dishes, they did anything to survive.

That winter was harsh and it was difficult for them to find jobs. Taran was huddled in their make-shift shelter in one of the alleys trying to get a fire going. His sister was out again to try a find work; it had been a few hours since she left, so she might have found one. Hearing crunching snow, Taran looked up and saw his sister with a bag full of food. He immediately stood up and helped his sister with the food; which was bread, cheese, and jerky. He asked her what job she did that she could buy all this. She answered with a smile saying she got a job with the inn. Smiling back, Taran hugged her and they both ate their dinner.

A few weeks went by and Taran was in the top room of the inn, practicing the language Sha'lalin. From her job, whatever it was, Eilonwy learned Sha'lalin and would always teach it to him, mostly in songs; it kept him busy while she was doing her job. But today he decided he'd find out what her job was. He would see Eilonwy come up the stairs late at night showing signs of fatigue. She would wave it off saying it was a tough job and would leave it at that. But every time he would see her eyes, always filled with happiness in the morning, they're dull and lifeless. Creeping down the stairs, Taran looked around and spotted her with a strange man. She was sitting on his lap and leaning her elbow on the table with a smile on her face. The man was rubbing her back, leg, ass, any part of her. Soon they got up and she led the man up another set of stairs; Taran followed a few moments later. Seeing them disappear into a room, Taran slowly walked to the room and put his ear against the door. There was silence until a moan echoed through the wooden door. Startled by the unusual noise, Taran peeked through the key and what he saw crushed his heart. There upon the bed the man and his sister, naked with the man grinding into her and his moaning filling the room. Taran backed away quickly. His sister was selling her body for them to live. Not wanting to believe it, Taran sat on ground, covered his eyes and ears, sang to himself a song his mother sang.

It felt forever before the door opened and Taran heard his name being called. Looking up, he saw the pained look of sister's eyes. Kneeling before him, Eilonwy asked him if saw what transpired in the room. He nodded and suddenly he was pulled into a tight hug. Over and over she said sorry to him; and over and over he'd forgiven her.

Two years passed and Eilonwy continued her whoring no matter how hard Taran begged her not to. Ever since that night he learned of her being a whore, Taran took any and every job so that his sister could stop selling her body to make money. Another reason he wanted her stop because the job was consuming her. She would put on a fake smile and greet the men with kind words. But afterwards, after she's been bedded many times, she returned their room and would be in a deep depression. Taran tried what he could to make her happy, to make her smile for real, but nothing worked. It was one of these times that Taran was out chopping wood and when he returned their room, he saw her lifeless body swinging slightly from the beams. Taran fell on his knees and cried in anger and in sadness. He was truly all alone.

After putting her body to rest, Taran started training with the local thieves, mercenaries, and bounty hunters. He did jobs that took away from the inn but he would always return to it, waiting for next person to hire him. He learned how to play the Huräkm and wrote a song about his sister; of how she hated the world, how the men broke her, how she had smiled on while she hid the truth, and how she died. He sang it in Sha'lalin and for those who asked how he learned Sha'lalin, he simply answered that a young girl lived at the inn that was from Sha'la and taught him it to him in songs.

But of course part of it was lie; but it didn't matter now because now he was going to get her back and they'll live in a happy place and live happy lives again. He caught up with the light ball, hovering in the air. Then it burst into a bright, blinding light and Taran covered her eyes. As he uncovered his eyes, Taran saw the shape of sister and his eyes began to water. "Alâkërm! Ìujh ogäk uknik vigôm!" He started running towards her, but as the light died and the moonlight lit his sister, Taran started to slow down. "Alâkërm, lik ìujh ekylk?" He saw her clothes in tatters, her once fair hair colorless and fizzed, her skin marked with the bites and scratches from the men, her blue eyes now grey and pupil-less. She shuffled forward towards him and he backed up. "Ütuk… Hîn fôt muukï…" He started to back up faster and faster until he tripped over a root and fell. His sister's corpse lunged at him and he screamed as he dodged her bite. Quickly getting up, Taran ran, but only moved a foot; his leg was tangled in the roots. He desperately tried to cut them, but fear entered his mind and he couldn't focus. Soon a shadow loomed over him and he looked up into the lifeless eyes of his dear Eilonwy. "Alâkërm… Yigk…" Then Eilonwy descended upon Taran. Taran screamed as his sister bite and clawed at him. "Tërlk! Alâkërm! Tërlk! Tërlk! TËRLK!" Eilonwy lifted her blood-smeared head and smiled evilly. "Ütuk… Alâkormê." And descended once more on her brother as his screams echoed his death.

The cloaked angel was watching above the tress as the corpse she risen killed her brother and both bodies lay cold in the forest. Smiling, the angel turned towards the castle. I'm coming for you Eris.

Translations

Alâkërm! Ìujh ogäk uknik vigôm! - Sister! You have come back!

Alâkërm, lik ìujh ekylk? - Sister, are you alright?

Ütuk… Hîn fôt muukï… - No... This is wrong...

Alâkërm… Yigk… - Sister... Please...

Tërlk! Alâkërm! Tërlk! Tërlk! TËRLK! - Stop! Sister! Stop! Stop! STOP!

Ütuk… Alâkormê. - No... Brother.