Published: 25 Aug 2016

Death of a Goddess

As the sun began to sink out of the sky, Jayce and the Shadows flew patrol over the Wolves Lair. They had met Valkar, Azeal and Cutter coming in and sent them to Tyr manor to see Jandar and Rage. Valkar told them the warriors wouldn’t be far behind. Jayce thanked them and took the Shadows higher into the sky. There they spotted them crashing through the forest toward their destination.

[Rage.] He sent out. [They’re almost here!]

[Get back down to the wall. We want you to keep us informed about what they’re doing out there.] Rage said. [I don’t want you or Graym fighting from the air. I don’t want your wings damaged.]

[We’re on our way.] He sent. Signaling the others to follow him back to the Lair, he dropped down to fly above the approaching enemies as they neared the wall. Dreik had dug many pits outside the wall to slow them down. He knew it wouldn’t stop them. They would just scramble up the other side. But it would give them time for final preparations. As Jayce watched, Ariel and Toric flew in. He sent them on to the manor too.

From over the wall, Jayce watched the warrior arrival. They were massive great insect like creatures with huge claws and pincers. Gray armor covered their bodies. They looked very formidable and deadly. From inside the city you could hear their roars quite loudly.

[They’re here!!] Jayce sent to everyone. [Only a few miles away!]

Jandar and Rage ran from the council room where they were checking the city plans and headed for the gate. There had to be more they could do to protect his parent’s home he thought. But he didn’t know what. They had strengthened the perimeter. He had called in help from all around. Now, all they could do was fight. And that they planned to do.

Outside the council building they ran into Dreik, Ariel and Toric heading for the gate.

“Is everything ready?” Rage asked.

“My wall is strong.” Dreik told them. “But sooner or later they will breach it.”

“That’s ok.” Jandar said. “We’re not planning on a siege. I want this done tonight one way or the other.”

“What about Alee or Jax?” Toric asked. “They could be a big help.”

“This is our fight.” Valkar said as he and Azeal walked up. “We have to do this ourselves.”

“I agree.” Rage nodded his head. “Besides, I sent Jax after Ono and Shayn, and Aramis and Alea have their own problems to deal with.”

[That doesn’t mean I can’t help.] Came from the air as a bright ball of light flew in. It hovered in the air then flashed out blinding them all for a second.

“Alee.” Jandar smiled. “What are you doing here?”

“My rides over.” He said. “You didn’t think I’d let you down did you?”

“No, I didn’t.” Rage shook his hot hand. “But as Valkar said. This is one we should handle. You’ve all done so much for us.”

“Not just for you.” Alee told them. “This is our home too and my sister is the cause of all of this.”

“Not Balthazar.” Azeal stepped in. “We would have had to deal with him anyway.”

“He’s in league with her, young prince.” The sun god showed his bright smile. “And your enemy is our enemy. Aramis, Jax, all of us. Aramis asked me to watch over you. Your all important to us.”

“Then do as he says and watch over us.” Rage said. “Let us deal with the vampires. Don’t step in unless Muerte shows up. Trust us.”

“As you wish King Rage.” He said as he began to glow and fade into the ball of light. [I’ll be watching.]

And off he streaked into the sky.

As they watched him fly off, Jayce called out to them.

[Here they come!!] He said. [They’re almost to the wall!]

“Let’s get up on the wall.” Rage shouted as they all ran for battle. The forest around the Wolves Lair was totally devoid of all natural animal life. No birds flew in the air or slept in the trees. There were no rabbits or small animals scurrying through the brush. All had fled from the things that now approached the newly walled city. Trees fell and bushes were ripped out of the ground to make way for the lumbering beast. From the wall they watch them roaring and screaming their way forward. Dreik had built a deep moat around the Lair and filling it with creeping vines. To anyone looking at it, they would think it was just a carpet of vegetation. Something they could easily walk over for there was only one way around it. And that lane was hidden. If you didn’t know where it was, you’d never find it. Soon they reached the moat and began falling in. One after the other they went in screaming and struggling with the vines that wrapped around them and tried to keep them there. These were Dreik’s plants under his control. They were all covered with thorns that tried to rip into their armor but were unsuccessful so Dreik began closing the pits and crushing and burying the few he caught.

Like insects they began climbing the walls to get into the city, their claws and pincers stabbing in as they moved up. At the top of the wall Jandar, Rage and the others started blasting fire and magical bolts at the oncoming warriors. Rage sent streams of flame down at them burning them off the wall. Screaming in pain they fell to the ground below. Next to him Jandar stood with his staff blazing. Bolt after bolt shot from his staff striking the monsters killing them quickly. The loud vibratory blasts of Banshee ring out as he used his sonic blast on them. Slowly but surely the warriors were dying. But there were so many they couldn’t stop them all before they reached the top. The first one over the wall was close to Rage. Quickly he shifted to his dragon form and grabbed it as it tried to stab him with one of its sword sharp legs. Rage grabbed it with his teeth and threw it to the ground. With a roar he launched himself at it and dropped down on its chest and tore into it in a frenzied attack.

The warrior’s carapace cracked as he bashed at it. Soon it was dead on the ground and Rage turned to find the next enemy. By this time everyone had abandoned the wall and were fighting in the streets of the city. He looked to the left and saw Icicle in dragon form freezing warriors and shattering them into pieces with a single blow. Azeal and Valkar fought like madmen going from warrior to warrior. Azeal fighting with Justice glowing blue as it sliced into the monsters. Valkar at his back using magic and force to keep his son safe. As another warrior came it him, Rage saw Tof and his fellow werewolves rip into the enemies like the pack wolves they had shifted to. With a mighty blast of flame, Rage blasted the oncoming warrior in the face burning it to death then looked for Jandar. He found him at the wall with his staff raised casting spell after spell into the fray.

[Jandar.] He sent out. [Take your dragon form before you ran out of energy! Use your rage to shift!]

Jandar threw back his head and howled and began to shift. In seconds he was roaring and swatting at warriors. Rage jumped to his side and battled beside him.

Suddenly a loud noise caused them to look up just in time to see Blink and Eheren come flying in. Both of them blasting away at warriors as they dropped to the ground. Lightning bolts and Blinks dark energy dispatched warriors swiftly as they moved into the courtyard.

All through the city battles raged. Jayce armed with Salvation fought his way through the yard with Graym and Pelic. Many warriors were sent into the dark oblivion of Pelic’s cloak to add their life energy to his while Retribution and Salvation hacked warriors to pieces. On and on the fight went for hours until only a few warriors were left. Many vampires and werewolves were killed in the fighting but luckily none of the dragons. But they were growing exhausted from fighting and slowing down.

The battle was almost over. Only three warriors remained at the top of the wall. Two leaped down to engage Rage and Jandar, while the last advanced on Azeal’s back. He had just dispatched a warrior and was about to turn in the direction of the oncoming threat. But he would not make it. His father the king of the vampire nation knew that.

“NOOOOOO!!!” Valkar screamed as he launched himself at the warrior to protect his son. The warrior raised its claw to strike at Azeal when Valkar intercepted the blow with his sword. His eyes glowed red with anger and he extended his own claws and jumped in the warrior’s face slashing at its eyes. Azeal turned and saw his father battling for his life. With a sudden swing the warrior pushed the vampire king back. But Valkar recovered fast and sent blow after blow onto the warrior’s armor to no effect. This was a very strong warrior. Balthazar had made this one’s armor very strong. Howling in pain and swinging blind, the warrior was able to knock the sword from Valkar’s hand. Seeing his father without a weapon, Azeal threw Retribution to him.

“Father, catch!!”

Leaping high to avoid the strike, Valkar caught Retribution and stabbed down as he landed into the warrior’s head sending it hurling off the wall. Azeal went to his father and hugged him.

“I thought it was going to kill you.” Azeal cried.

“Not today.” Valkar hugged him back and patted him on the back.

Down below, Jandar and Rage had just finished killing the last two warriors when Ariel called a message to them.

[Jandar, Rage.] She sent. [We have big trouble.]

[What now?] Rage asked.

[Nightwalkers.] Toric sent.

[How many? Jandar asked.

[All of them.] He said. [There are hundreds of them coming. They’ll be here in a second.]

Jandar looked around the courtyard. Everyone was totally exhausted from the battle. They didn’t expect another wave of enemies and he wasn’t sure if they could handle this. Not hundreds of enemies.

As Azeal and Valkar released each other, a breeze blew across Valkar’s back. He turned and Cort was standing in front of him smiling. Valkar relaxed when he saw his old friend.

“What took you so long to get here?” He asked reaching to grasp his hand. Suddenly Cort thrust a sword into his stomach. Valkar’s eyes opened wide as he fell against his son.

“I came when my Lord Balthazar told me to come.” He laughed. “At your weakest moment.”

“FATHER!!” Azeal screamed in shock as he held his father and laid him down.

“Your next young Prince!” Cort raised his sword to strike.

“Fuck you Traitor!” Azeal grabbed Retribution from his father’s hand and sent it straight through Cort’s vampire heart. “Fuck you and your Lord!!”

“ARRRRGH!!!” Cort yelled as he burst into blue flames from the salvation stone in the blade. Soon he was nothing but ashes raining down over the wall. That was the moment the night walkers came flying over the wall.

[Here they come again everyone.] Rage sent out to them. [Get up! We’re not done yet!]

[Yes you are!] They all heard. It was Alee the sun god. [You’ve proved yourself. Now it’s my turn. Shield your eyes!]

Suddenly Alee’s small glowing orb became as bright as the sun. Screaming from the sight of their worst enemy the sun, every night walker burst into flames and fell to the ground as piles of ash. The battle was over. They had won and every single night walker and warrior Balthazar had made was dead. Rage and all the rest of them howled or roared in victory. Jandar looked up and saw Azeal holding Valkar,

[ Rage!] He sent to him. [ Valkar’s hurt!]

Together both shifted back to their normal forms and ran up onto the wall. Azeal was holding his father and crying.

“Help him!” He looked up at them with tearful eyes. “Please!!”

Jandar took off his chain mail and opened his shirt. The wound was in his stomach. Thank god it wasn’t in his chest. He would recover in time. The wound was even closing as they watched.

“Azeal look!” He pointed to his wound. “It’s closing. He’s going to be fine. Just get him fed and in the house to sleep and he’ll be fine in a few days.”

“He is?” Azeal looked closer and saw he was right. He hugged his father close to them.

“I thought I was losing you.” He cried into his shoulder. Jandar helped Azeal to his feet and Rage picked Valkar up. He carried him back to the manor as everyone cheered.

“Balthazar sent all this at us.” Azeal opened the door to the manor and they took Valkar up to a guest room. “We have to stop him or this won’t end.”

“Don’t worry.” Jandar said as Rage put Valkar in the bed. “I think he’s about to get everything that’s coming to him.”

Muerte sat high on Balthazar’s throne in deep contemplation. The invasion of the Wolves Lair had failed miserably. Sure, a few werewolves and vampires had died. And Valkar had been injured, but not one dragon had died. None had even been hurt. But there were still the night walkers, they may still do the job. Balthazar had sent all he created at the Lair. The only problem was; she couldn’t see the outcome. She slammed her fist down on the arm of the throne and broke it off. These dragons were going to die if she had to kill them herself, one by one. She got up from the ruined throne and called for someone to attend her. One of Balthazar’s staff came in and dropped down to his knees bowing before her.

“You called My Lady?” His eyes never rose from the floor to face her.

“Yes. I did.” She grabbed the man from the floor her eyes blazing and her fangs extended.

“Mercy my lady!” He cried in fear as she raised him to her mouth.

“Mercy?” She said. “What is mercy!”

And she tore into his throat and drank replenishing her strength with his life force. The vampire struggled against her to no avail. Soon his body went limp and she dropped him to the floor. She had things to do, like prepare for the arrival of her guests. They would be here soon to rescue their mother. She smiled as she tossed the dead body on the pile of her other victims in the corner. This would be the end of everything she had planned. Once she took the moon goddess’s daughter’s life and her children, she would have all the power she needed to end the lives of everyone in the world. Including the dragons. Once that was done, it was on to the other gods. Her brothers and sisters and her parents the High gods. That thought brought a smile to her bloody lips. Muerte looked over to the altar where Angela lay confined. She walked over and smiled down at her.

“Don’t my little moonling.” She walked around the altar. “They’ll be here soon and all this will be over. For everyone.”

“Your plan won’t work.” Angela spat at her. “They’ll stop you.”

“Who? Your children?” She laughed. “You think they could possibly have the power to stop me?”

” They won’t be alone.” Angela struggled against her magical bonds without any success.

“You expect the dragons to come running to your aid don’t you.” Muerte leaned down and stroked her hair. “I think they’ll be a little busy licking their wounds.”

“What do you mean?” She stopped her struggling and looked up at her enemy. Muerte turned to the door.

“BALTHAZAR!!”

Slowly walking into the throne room, Balthazar avoided looking at his goddess. Like all the others he kept his eyes lowered until he reached the altar. Then he went to his knees before her.

“Mistress?”

“She wants to know why the dragons won’t be coming to save her.” Muerte walked back to the throne. “Tell her.”

“I’ve sent my entire army of warriors and night walkers against them.” He told his wife. “They should be overwhelmed by now. Maybe even dead.”

“No!” Angela cried. “This can’t be!!”

“Ah but it is.” The death goddess said. “And news of the final outcome should be here soon. As will your children.”

Angela couldn’t believe any of this to be true. The dragons can’t be dead. What of her mother? What of the father she had yet to meet? She had to stop Athene and Tanis from coming here and throwing their lives away. She closed her eyes and called out to them.

[Athene! Tanis!] She sent with all her might. [Stay away! Don’t come here! They will kill you!]

[We come mother.] Came back to her. [We’ll save you!]

[NOOOOOOOOO!!!!] She screamed in her mind. But the contact was broken and they were gone. Muerte had blocked her from contacting anyone else.

“Their close.” She said. “I can feel them. Can’t you Balthazar my sweet. Your children are coming.”

Turning to her husband. Angela pleaded with him to stop this before it was too late for any of them.

“Balthazar.” She called him. “These are your children. You raised Tanis yourself. Doesn’t his life mean anything to you? Stop her. Save our children I beg of you!!”

Balthazar walked over to the altar and looked at his wife bound there. He still thought she was so beautiful. But that didn’t matter. Muerte would give him all the power he deserved. She would make him her consort and a god like her. Angela and the children were the price of his godhood. A price he was glad to pay. They meant nothing compared to that.

“You are nothing to me.” He said as he slapped her face. “She is my goddess. She is my life now and she wants yours. And that, I’m happy to give.”

Across the lake from the castle high on the cliff. Two lone figures stood. They were on a mission to free someone very important to them from the hands of the mad goddess and her minion Balthazar. they looked at each other one last time.

“Ready?” Tanis said.

“Yes.” His sister answered.

They spread their arms and shifted to her raven and his hawk and took off toward the castle. It didn’t take them long to get there. No more than a few minutes and they were settled in the throne rooms open window watching their enemy. Muerte sat on her throne while Balthazar. stood beside her.

“You can come down now.” Muerte called. “I know you’re there.”

Launching themselves into the room they flew down and shifted back to their human forms and stood by their mother at the altar.

“Free her.” Tanis told them. “You have us. Free our mother.”

“But I want you all.” Muerte said smiling at them. “I think a family should die together. Don’t you Balthazar?”

“If that is your wish Mistress.” He looked at his family with contempt.

“It my wish.” She stood and stepped down from her broken throne. “You three will give me the power to carry out my plans.”

“And what is that?” Athene asked.

“Why to go on my death walk and spread death to everyone on Keanna.” She said. “Sweet death, dark oblivion for everyone.”

“You’re mad.” Tanis shouted. “We can’t let you do this.”

“But how will you stop me?” She laughed. ” You’re insects compared to me. A goddess. What can you do?”

“This.” Tanis said as he brought his hand together in a thunderous clap. The air shimmered around them and their images faded. Where Tanis and Athene once stood, now stood Aramis and Alea. Muerte stepped back in shock at seeing her sister and her husband standing there. ” Surprised to see us? You were expecting two helpless kids to destroy weren’t you? Well that’s not going to happen.”

Alea walked over to her daughter and touched her bindings and they snapped and disappeared. She climbed off the table and hugged her mother.

“Where are Athene and Tanis?” She asked. “Are they safe?”

“Yes they are.” Alea told her. “They’re in New Keanna.”

“And the dragons?”

“They’re all fine.” Aramis said. “You failed Muerte. All your warriors and night walkers are dead. There’s nothing left but the two of you.”

“Then I’ll start all over again.” Muerte fumed, her anger showed in her glowing eyes. “Death will prevail.”

“I’m afraid not my wife.” Aramis pulled Hazard from behind his back, the flames bellowing out. ” This is the end. I can’t let you go any further.”

Muerte’s face showed her shock as she saw Hazard in his hand. Serina’s death blade.

“KILL THEM!!” She screamed at Balthazar and pushed him forward toward Aramis.

“NO!!” Angela shouted. “He’s mine!”

She stepped out to face her husband. Her hands began to glow with power as her anger grew.

“You thought to sacrifice our children to your death bitch. You imprisoned me for over twenty years denying me my freedom.” Her hands formed glowing blades from her magic. “You will join her in death.”

Balthazar had that wicked grin on his face. He stepped out to confront his wife and held out his hands to flex his claws. It looked like six inch knives extending from his fingers. He looked up from his claws into Angela’s eyes.

“I’m going to enjoy this.” He began circling around her.

“Not as much as I will.” She sneered at him

Balthazar charged at her swinging out to slash at her face. Angela ducked and sent a sweeping kick into his midsection that knocked the air out of him and doubled him over.

“You thought I would be an easy target didn’t you.” She said as he stood back up. ” Guess again.”

Balthazar summoned a power ball and threw it at her then came in to grab her. She swung her glowing hand out and batted the power ball away and spun on her heels avoiding his reach. Quickly she sent her elbow into the back of his neck and sent him sprawling to the floor. Balthazar howled his rage and jumped to his feet. How could this weak witch be beating him?

Enraged, Balthazar started sending blast after blast of red bolts at her. Quickly Angela created a shield in front of her to reflect his magic away from her.

“Is this the best the mighty Balthazar can do?” She laughed and sent her own back at him. Red and blue blasts streak across the throne room. Balthazar tried raising his own shields, but her blasts were too strong and tore it down. He couldn’t believe how powerful she had become. Fear of losing was now beginning to creep into his mind. Balthazar looked to Muerte for help, but she had her own problems to deal with. He was on his own and probably doomed.

Muerte took her place back on the throne as Aramis and Alea came to stand in front of her. Her beautiful hair flowing and framing her lovely face. Aramis could tell she was pumping herself up to be as alluring as she could be to him. Her smile told him she thought it was working.

“You never could resist me my husband.” She said seductively. “Even after I had destroyed thousands in some useless war or catastrophe. You’ve always been so forgiving of me.”

“Maybe he has.” Alea said stepping in front of Aramis to block whatever magic she was casting on him. “But I haven’t. And neither has mother or father. They always saw you for the monster you are.”

“You mean the monster you made me!!” Muerte stood and screamed back at her. “You did this to me!!”

“No!” Alea said. “This is you and always has been. A destroyer! A taker of life and anything you wanted without care for those you took it from. Death doesn’t mean you go out and kill. It comes to all these mortals and some of us immortals when the time is right. But you couldn’t let things happen naturally could you. You had to bring your death to everyone you could, didn’t you! Well not anymore!!”

“ENOUGH!!” Aramis thundered. “I’m taking us home where this will end. Home to Fortis!!”

In a flash of light the three gods disappeared leaving Angela and Balthazar to finish their battle without them. Angela knew her mother would be back once their battle was over. Now all she need to worry about, was Balthazar, and he would get what was coming to him.

“Your goddess has abandoned you.” Angela stared at him smugly. “Everything you planned and hoped for is gone.”

“There’s always your death to look forward to.” He moved toward her raising his claws ready to continue their fight. She smiled and waved him on. She raised her glowing hand. Balthazar hissed and rushed at her slashing wildly. He connected and slashed across her chest. She brought her hand up and stabbed him in his shoulder. He howled and pulled back. Quickly she kicked out and hit him in the face knocking him flat on his back. In a flash she jumped on him stabbing down for his chest. He raised his hands and sent a blast at her to end the battle. Angela crossed her power blades in front of her and blocked it but still fell forward at him. As she fell she stabbed down and sent the blades into his chest.

“Nooooooooo!!!!” He screamed as she stabbed down again and again and again.

“You will never threaten our children again!!”

With a swift slash at his neck, she decapitated him and his head rolled away from his body and burst into flames. Angela climbed to her feet and walked from the room as his body burned to ashes and blew away. The gleaming city of Fortis, home of the god was once a wonderful beautiful place before Muerte returned. Now it was just a blazing star in the night sky. But in the center of that star Rimnar’s palace still stood free of the burning flame that surrounded it. Until now no one but the mighty god and his mate could enter it. But that was about to change.

In a flash of magic and light, three gods appeared in the center garden of Rimnar’s palace before the two thrones. Alea and Aramis bowed to the thrones and the glowing orbs that sat in them in respect of their parents. Muerte spit at them. Thunder rolled as her expectorant hit the ground.

“Rumble all you want old ones.” She called out. “You have no power over me!”

I HAVE POWER OVER ALL. Thundered the high god. YOU FORGET YOUR PLACE!

“I forget nothing!” She said. “Even you must bow before death!”

WE SHALL SEE BOLD ONE. Aramis and Alea had never heard their father so angry before. He was the most forgiving of gods, but not now. He had reached his limit.

WE WILL GIVE YOU ONE LAST CHANCE TO REPENT FROM YOUR EVIL WAYS, DAUGHTER.

“Or what?” She laughed. “You’ll banish me again? Remove my power? We both know I’ll find a way to get it back, don’t we?”

SILENCE!! Thunder and lightning crashed overhead. IS THAT YOUR ANSWER?

“This is my answer!” She raised her hand and sent a blast of dark energy at the thrones.

HA! HA! HA! HA! Laughter echoed throughout the halls. YOU THINK TO CHALLENGE ME? SO BE IT!! ARAMIS, ALEA. CHOOSE WHICH ONE OF YOU SHALL BE OUR CHAMPION.

“Father.” Aramis called to him. “Is there no other way?”

“You plead for me husband.” Muerte smiled. “How sweet of you. Why don’t you just come and enjoy my embrace of death.”

Alea looked at Muerte with such disgust. As Aramis begged for her life she thought only to end his. She had had enough.

“It will be me, Father.” Alea walked to Aramis and put her hand on his shoulder. “Give me Hazard.”

Sadly, he handed her the now quiet scimitar. As soon as it was in Alea’s hand it burst into flame ready for a fight.

“Come sister.” Muerte said as she conjured her own blade. “The moon shall glow red with your blood tonight.”

“Maybe witch!” Alea said. “And maybe death will die today.”

In an instant Muerte charged at her opponent swinging her sword for her head. Alea brought Hazard up to counter it and the swords met with a clash of sparks. Spinning around quickly, Muerte tried to slash at her midsection. Hazard moved with anticipation of every move Muerte tried. It was like the blade had a mind of its own. What she didn’t know was that it did. Hazard was the perfect weapon. As long as Alea had the will to fight, it would fight almost for her. As fast as she could, Muerte reached out to touch her and send death into the moon goddess. Pulling back, she sent her fist into Muerte’s face for two quick blows. Muerte backed up shocked that anyone would dare hit her like that. Angry from the assault, Muerte stabbed at her then brought her sword up in an upward slash trying to disembowel her. Alea jumped back avoiding the strike. Pushing on at Alea, she swung her sword like a bat trying to bring her down. Ducking beneath a blow, Alea kicked out and connected with her knee. Down she fell to the floor of the palace. With another swift kick to Muerte’s chest, the death goddess screamed out and dropped her blade. Alea looked at her evil sister laying there on the floor defeated. This was her chance to be rid of her. She raised Hazard for the final blow but couldn’t do it.

“It’s done.” She said lowering her blade and turning to the throne. “It’s in your hands now Father.”

“Not quite.” Muerte grabbed her sword from the ground and rushed at Alea.

“ALEA!!” Aramis jumped to stop Muerte. Alea turned and sent Hazard into Muerte’s chest. Muerte dropped her sword and staggered back. She couldn’t believe what she saw extending from her chest. She looked at Aramis, then up to the thrones.

“Father?” She cried. “Mother?”

She fell to the floor, her life slipping away. Aramis went to her and bent to hold her as she began to slip away.

“I’m sorry love.” He said. “I didn’t what this.”

She reached up to touch his face tears running from her eyes. He took her hand.

“Forgive me?” She whispered.

“I do my Love.” He bent down to kiss her lips. She smiled at him and died in his arms. It was over. Alea went to her brother weeping and knelt at his side.

“I’m sorry.” Alea said. “She gave me no choice.”

“I know Alea.” He smiled. “This was her destiny.”

GRIEVE FOR HER MY CHILDREN. Rimnar said. BUT YOU ARE RIGHT. IT WAS HER DESTINY. NOTHING COULD CHANGE THAT.

Aramis and Alea stood and stepped away from her body as Rimnar lifted it up and sent it into the heavens.

LOOK UP. He said as he placed her in the sky as a group of stars that resemble her in all her glory. SHE IS AT PEACE NOW. FINALLY, SHE CAN REST. YOU WILL FOREVER FIND HER THERE.

“Thank you Father for honoring her.” Aramis bowed to the throne.

SHE WAS MY CHILD TOO. He told them.

{SO ALEA.} Saila spoke out. {WE HEAR WE HAVE GRAND CHILDREN. BRING THEM BEFORE US IN THE UNDERWORLD PLEASE.}

“As you wish mother.” Alea smiled as they left to go back to New Keanna.

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