"This is far beyond that which I could ever hope to see. Why, beauty and hope haven't left us to rot still, it is more than I thought I could ever believe. The gift of vision is a blessed one, which nobody is to tell whether I will be of enough luck to enjoy it once more in the future to come..." -Lady Night thinking to herself...
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| Lady Night, as she bestowed her presence upon her own creation. |
The Aftermath
In the midst of all the tragedy, a trembling Lady Night made herself present on the haunted grounds that were supposed to reassemble her perfect dream. She took the form of a majestic human being. The beautiful sight she bestowed upon the suffering minions was enough to bring a smile upon their sorry faces that almost radiated with life. It hurt her greatly to see them, yet greater was the need to speak with this magician who had unexpectedly appeared and aided her in her quest.
She found herself on the death-tamed Shortlived Shores, gazing at the horizon which firmly stood between the clouded sky and the magickal Satan's Sea. Only after those little moments in which she could finally calm herself a notch did she notice how, even though the sky was clouded and saddened, Satan's Sea was magically reflecting the brilliant stars in all their splendour. It was beautiful... and it gave Lady Night hope to fight on and reminded her why everything happened in the first place: her pure intention of exiling the suffering from the lives of the minions.
It is said that Satan's Sea had a will of her own and that often has she decided the fate of many... Whether it is true or not, it was most obvious that she helped the good willed lady in her whereabouts...
...and who is to say she won't affect the course of events once more in the future?
The activity of the dying people was most noticeable, as she went on to seek out the magician she found a wooden sign on which she could read "Road of Redrocks". Watching to her left she could see a crack into the outlived mountains ahead of her. She moved along side the rocky formations, touching them with her hand. Wherever she touched, the blood red tone the mountains were cursed with disappeared, and they regained their original grayish color that inspired no grim thoughts as opposed to the former one.
She approached to the gap in the mountains and she noticed that it was of no natural origin. Foreign Magick had cut into the mountain a perfect shape of splendour through which minions could pass. This granted Lady Night not only joy to her heart, but also wonder in her spirit. The ground was hidden by a stone road that leaded the way through this magickal passage.
As the pure creator walked through the Road of Redrocks she felt how the vicious death that plagued the lands was even attempting to seize her. But Lady Night was no mortal being, and not even with all the power in the world would death be able to defile her pure soul. She had a weakness though, given that she had left a part of her spirit up in the magestic skies when she left her domain. And that was because, even though she could walk through total darkness, she couldn't bear leaving the poor souls who resided the land in utter obscurity. The lack of her spirit's entirety was indeed allowing death to at least hope that it could defile her and bring her to an end. When she got closer to the end of the passage she could notice great radiance somewhere not far from the ever aproaching exit.
Tired was she of the vile thorns death was rising from the ground which were making their way through her pefect skin as soon as they could feel the light left by the other part of her spirit, but the ending was finally close, and as she was leaving the passage she couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing.
It was a village! A real village full of minions! Dogs and ravens happily reached out to her as fast as they could. Great was their joy to feel their mistress so close. And even greater was the joy of the mistress to see and feel those who had so long spoken to her. Her livid and frozen face gained color for the first time.
One of the dogs ran back to the village and a few moments later someone appeared. It was a minion, but unlike any other that Lady Night had seen on the Shortlived Shores.
As the pure creator walked through the Road of Redrocks she felt how the vicious death that plagued the lands was even attempting to seize her. But Lady Night was no mortal being, and not even with all the power in the world would death be able to defile her pure soul. She had a weakness though, given that she had left a part of her spirit up in the magestic skies when she left her domain. And that was because, even though she could walk through total darkness, she couldn't bear leaving the poor souls who resided the land in utter obscurity. The lack of her spirit's entirety was indeed allowing death to at least hope that it could defile her and bring her to an end. When she got closer to the end of the passage she could notice great radiance somewhere not far from the ever aproaching exit.
Tired was she of the vile thorns death was rising from the ground which were making their way through her pefect skin as soon as they could feel the light left by the other part of her spirit, but the ending was finally close, and as she was leaving the passage she couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing.
It was a village! A real village full of minions! Dogs and ravens happily reached out to her as fast as they could. Great was their joy to feel their mistress so close. And even greater was the joy of the mistress to see and feel those who had so long spoken to her. Her livid and frozen face gained color for the first time.
One of the dogs ran back to the village and a few moments later someone appeared. It was a minion, but unlike any other that Lady Night had seen on the Shortlived Shores.
This minion seemed full of life and energy. It was a quite muscular young man, dressed in some gray silk pants. He had two horizontal white markings on his face, each one belonging to a cheek. He seemed happy to see Lady Night, almost as if he knew her and quickly adrresed her:
-Hail, milady! My name is Mikáel, and you are most welcome to Broadspirit, the home of the Wildred... our sweet home.
-Greetins, Mikáel. I... just arrived. I wasn't expecting anyone to be here. It is an honor to be welcomed. Please, can you show me the surroundings? -responded Lady Night, with a shy tone.
Mikáel leaded the way through Broadspirit as he described everything they would visit and told Lady Night about the people he belonged to.
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| Broadspirit village. |
Lady Night knew that the village was magically built, but she decided not to reveal what she knew to anyone, she did not want to intervene into the lives of minions. When she heard about aiding those with sore feet she couldn't help and she intrerupted Mikáel.
-Excuse me, I have sore feet, too. Is there any way you could help me? -she asked.
-Why of course! You should have told me you were suffering, come with me!
As they moved through the village everybody was wondering who she was, but nobody was looking as if they were upset about a stranger in their village. They all shared Mikáel's markings on their faces, and most of them seemed as if they were very attached to an animal or another.
Mikáel and Lady Night reached the center of the village, where a grand radiating obelisk awaited them. "That was the light I saw in the tunnel!" -said Lady Night to herself.
She instantly felt better, and blood was no longer pouring from her feet.
-This is Hope's Obelisk, as we call it. -said Mikáel. -We always reach out to it when sorrow meets our paths, and we always feel better when standing here.
-It has markings... -said Lady Night.
-Yes, but nobody was able to read them so far.
Lady Night began reading the markings. She was sure that the obelisk was one of the energy sources the magician had left. Many people came to watch her as she was staring at the obelisk's markings, uttering no word...
You have just read "Chapter II: The Aftermath (Part I)"
More lore:
World: The Inner Maelström
Chapter II: The Aftermath (Part II)
World: The Necropolis
Chapter I: The Revolt of Lady Night
Introduction: Be Welcome
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