𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒍 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔. (Part-3)

 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒍 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝑺𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝑼𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚, 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒎.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

Hexion wrapped me between his wide arms as if my body lost its balance. Elain’s smiley face, our delicate times, our afternoon coffee times were visualizing before my eyes. I couldn’t feel my body anymore as if my heart had stopped beating and so my body stopped working caused by this gigantic shock of losing Elain. I couldn't believe yet that I’d lost Elain. My friend, my only friend on this unknown and bewildering planet; who showed me the way to fight and stand again from every fall I had while training myself. She used to see me astonishingly while I fought and maneuvered my stable against my opponent in the training center. My fall used to make Elain shout for me to stand up and move my stable. Every time I used to practice my inner powers and prerogatives, other people in the center used to stare at me with a pile of dirty jealousy. Some of them cheered me. While others used to call me Alien or something else. One group called me goddess kinda things which made no damn sense. Among all these prejudices, Elain was the person who cheered me after the training. Elain kept me warm while my mother and Hexion were outside. I couldn’t spend sufficient time with mum because she had to spend her time guiding and conducting the northern Hesta army force. She was the head major of the “𝑁𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝐻𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝐴𝑟𝑚𝑦 𝐵𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛”. And she kept all the responsibilities and liabilities of mine to Elain to keep me safe, warm. Perhaps, she became more than my mother ordered her to do. She became my companion, my partner, my friend, my sister.

I still remember, once I was going to be stabbed which was unnoticeable by my opponent, Elain hastened to the training floor from her seat and saved me by endangering her bare back. Blood was intensely flowing from her back but fortunately, I had the healing power to heal her cut. The floor became sanguine by her blood. She wouldn’t care about her and saved me. And today, I couldn’t pay her back which I promised. Today, I couldn’t save her from the invasion which was meant for me. Today again, she proved her love for me by risking her life. We were aware that an attack was coming for us. For me. Because of Elain’s pregnancy, I decided to send her and Drakon to a safer place but she rebelled and stayed with me. She uttered only, “On whom I would 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 you?”

She couldn’t care about herself, her baby, her family. Why she loved me so fiercely and endeavored to protect me from all?

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“Are you sure, Allora?” asked Hexion, still holding me in his arms.

“yes, put her down. Only she can enter. This place is magical and enchanted glass protected. We can not enter except Freya” my mother breathed.

“If something happens to her like…”

“Nothing is gonna happen to my child. She is the only hope for now. She fought all this long. She will fight too” said mom to Hexion.

Hexion put me down carefully. Stepping on the ground, I felt a strong power reverberation on my mind and whole body as if my body could connect the place.

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The place was full of mist. More like a forgotten dungeon. I felt a strong pull inside, like a connection. Like an intimacy to something close to my heart and body. I felt obedience in that place as if it was my home. 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝑳𝒂𝒘. Only I could touch the Wall Of Mist without getting cold and ice and I took the heirloom from the wall. The wall of mist was made of glass with floating mist and smoking shadow. No one can enter except the heir. If anyone strives to enter, they would fall on their knees by touching the glass, and just in seconds, the whole body would be frosted. I saw, many actually tried because many human bodies were frosted, laid down there. I stepped inside and the glass became a stream as water and it absorbed me inside. Shadow folded and swallowed me inside. Inside, it was brighter than outside. My eyes hold the glance on the wall.

“𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕”. It was embedded on top of the wall. There was something written on the wall in a different bizarre language which I couldn’t read. The language was seemed like a bit Chinese words but not entirely. Each word was so hard to write. I took a photo of the wall to learn the language or find the meaning of these lines here.

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A rare light was coming from the back of a big chair, more like a throne. Upon the throne, some metal kind of thing was glimmering in the light which sparked straight on the throne. I crawled slowly counting my every step. I touched the throne slowly with my straddled hand. The place was so calm as if a hair fall could sound evidently. Then I endeavored to the shimmering metal. Seemed like it was the heirloom. 𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎. The heirloom was nothing but a savage blade. Now I understood why they kept me training with stables and blades whereas I could train and fight with guns and missiles. They knew that the heirloom is a blade. When I touched and hold it, the blade dazzled silvery rays like the moon and I became mist and fire both simultaneously. A strong wind came from nowhere and echoed the place and all the glasses of protection exploded. Hex and mum could finally see me. The protection shield broke off. The whole place reverberated a gigantic gravitational pull and everything stumbled there. I felt my body was floating upward in the wind and my dark amber hairs floated as if it was smoking cinder. My body was about to burn and explode and my nose became wet with blood. But I didn’t let go of the blade from my hands in the consolidated wind. I stiff hold it as if I meant to hold it until my end. Amber lights glimmered from my whole body. Hexion and mum watched me astonishingly.

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I headed out. Hex and mum still couldn’t believe it. My mother grabbed me tight and then Hex did.

“Let’s get outta here” uttered Hex.

“The capitol is burning, the cities are burning. Where you suppose to take us now?” I asked with bewilderment.

“ There’s a place I and your mother saved for you. As we knew the attack was coming, we made a small hidden place which is now on hibernation and defended. No one can see and enter the place” explained Hex.

“Now let’s go” commanded my mum and we left.

The place now looked like nothing but a forsaken common dungeon.

After reaching the place Hex mentioned, we sat with great despair on our faces. I couldn’t imagine a day without Elain. Silence discerned the whole house and the hall where we sat on the floor. Then I felt like I need to explode. I screamed hard and loud. And was crying like hell. I howled Elain’s name again and again. Mum and Hex just saw. Didn’t dare to calm me. Just saw me howling. I still hold the blade. Abruptly, I stopped crying and howling and glared at the blade. I threw it away at once and Hex and mum hustled to me and grabbed me on their chest.

“All these happened because of me. Why just didn’t hand over me to them? Why did you let me lose Elain? Why I had to torment this pain? How can I live with this pain forever in my chest? What am I gonna say to Drakon to whom I promised to take care of Elain? 𝐴𝑁𝑆𝑊𝐸𝑅 𝑀𝐸!!!” I yelled.

“It’s okay dear, it’s okay. You’re fine. Everything will be perfectly all right. Trust me. Honey. This is the only way to reserve and save things. Elain’s death can’t go in vain, Freya. Show them. Show them the brutal consequences of their deeds. Avenge for Elain. Don’t waste her death in vain. Pull yourself together” tried to calm my mum holding me tight on her chest.

Hexion stared at me, tear dropped from his cheeks slowly. The first time I saw him crying for some reason. Perhaps, seeing my pain. But why he didn’t even bother when I was fighting with myself after acknowledging his truth on Earth?

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Those attacks were from another planet. There was a man with great pride who wanted to captivate me. So the attack was a module to accomplish that.