Xanaphia
Evil Midweek Cutie
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
“I know, I just…” Zamira blew out a long sigh, reaching for words that wouldn’t come. Still, embarrassment lingered from the outburst. She was angry, but not at anyone here. At least, not at any of them. But it was difficult not to feel as if she were to blame for what befell Lily.
“We all are worried,” Eva insisted, with one arm behind Mykel’s back, and the other on his shoulder.
Zamira recognized the intention of the gesture, recognized the comfort and support in her embrace of Mykel, and the realization just made her feel more alone, and guiltier. “I… I think I will get some rest,” she announced, excusing herself from the table before the tears could come.
Despite her worry, exhaustion from the last few days caught up to her, and Zamira did actually fall asleep. Dreams, however, were no reprieve from her guilt, as Lily’s face haunted her mind. Within an empty expanse of rough-cut stone and sparse stars, she found herself face to face with another figure. An angelic being filled with the familiar presence of warmth and love. She could have been Lilianna or Afodisia. Or perhaps both of them.
Still, there was some different about the dream, something real about it. Right now, right here, it was as if they were together in some meaningful way. Distances didn’t matter in the dreamscape.
“Lily?” she murmured, unsure of herself. The being before her was equal parts her lover and her goddess.
She nodded, and reached out to caress Zamira’s cheek, smiling a sad smile all the while. “I need your help.”
“Where are you?
“Hell.”
Zamira balked at the word, and the images it conjured. No, Mykel swore nothing would prevent him from rescuing his sister, and she too was determined to be there. “We’ll come for you; we’ll find you!”
“I don’t know if…” She turned away, eyes hard and lips pressed tight together. Finally, voice so soft she sounded scared, she continued, “I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”
“You can!” Zamira insisted, grabbing her hands.
“If I can’t, Afodisia will need to relinquish the war domain, to ensure Thanades cannot reclaim it. And if She does that, then She will no longer be able to support Her paladins.”
Zamira blinked a few times, trying to process what she was told. “What will happen then?”
“The Avatar will ascend to take over the domain of War. The paladins will have to take vows before her, or they will forfeit their gifts.”
“We all are worried,” Eva insisted, with one arm behind Mykel’s back, and the other on his shoulder.
Zamira recognized the intention of the gesture, recognized the comfort and support in her embrace of Mykel, and the realization just made her feel more alone, and guiltier. “I… I think I will get some rest,” she announced, excusing herself from the table before the tears could come.
Despite her worry, exhaustion from the last few days caught up to her, and Zamira did actually fall asleep. Dreams, however, were no reprieve from her guilt, as Lily’s face haunted her mind. Within an empty expanse of rough-cut stone and sparse stars, she found herself face to face with another figure. An angelic being filled with the familiar presence of warmth and love. She could have been Lilianna or Afodisia. Or perhaps both of them.
Still, there was some different about the dream, something real about it. Right now, right here, it was as if they were together in some meaningful way. Distances didn’t matter in the dreamscape.
“Lily?” she murmured, unsure of herself. The being before her was equal parts her lover and her goddess.
She nodded, and reached out to caress Zamira’s cheek, smiling a sad smile all the while. “I need your help.”
“Where are you?
“Hell.”
Zamira balked at the word, and the images it conjured. No, Mykel swore nothing would prevent him from rescuing his sister, and she too was determined to be there. “We’ll come for you; we’ll find you!”
“I don’t know if…” She turned away, eyes hard and lips pressed tight together. Finally, voice so soft she sounded scared, she continued, “I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”
“You can!” Zamira insisted, grabbing her hands.
“If I can’t, Afodisia will need to relinquish the war domain, to ensure Thanades cannot reclaim it. And if She does that, then She will no longer be able to support Her paladins.”
Zamira blinked a few times, trying to process what she was told. “What will happen then?”
“The Avatar will ascend to take over the domain of War. The paladins will have to take vows before her, or they will forfeit their gifts.”