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Chapter 1: Symbolic Woman sits on her throne but hatred strips and leaves her naked.
A girl was running frantic until reaching the edge of Barahor… the world of the Gods, which she stopped being part of, she cursed her luck, she was treading on the heels, and the injuries on her leg and arm were not helping at all, the pain was something new, she never has experienced this unpleasant sensation, and she has never felt that hot and viscous red liquid dripping from her body.
"I will not be able to lose them" the blue-haired girl thought desperately, her only advantage, was that her tutor's nasty dogs, which usually are called "Guards", only had 2 portal arrows and they will not risk themselves to fail in one shot, so they have to keep moving randomly if they want to succeed.
"Almost there, come on Farore", but to her luck, the destiny, oh simply her boots were not with her: while running, her bootlace was unlaced making her trip, the stupid but fantastic archers took advantage of this moment to attack her, a bright green arrow hit her on her bare back, a light, lighted her body and everything disappeared from sight
"Shit", she was not a fan of curse words but she felt her situation deserved a lot of them, not only did she lost her home, half of her powers and her immortality, those were things that mattered less to her right now, the problem was her Little sister, her beautiful sister was with that witch that had the nerve to call herself her "mother", she will never be at the level of the true one, and another thing that wasn't important, it was killing her… even her hair was in pain and the pain was reaching to her skull, that she felt that she would explode at any moment now, she didn't know if that was possible but Farore preferred not risking anything, but then she heard the sound of steps getting closer… too close from her, she tried to incorporate in defense but she desisted in the moment she tried it, but her whole body felt too heavy, result of the suddenly and unwanted "transfer".
"Hey you, how are you feeling?" the semi-goddess jumped a little… moving did NOT seem like a good idea, a tall guy with spiky blond hair and blue eyes was walking to her with a smile, but she didn't answer, she was still in defensive.
"Sorry if you still feel pain, but we haven't been able to get a good healer, we're very far away from the city, you arrived really wounded, we didn't know if you would survive, you've been 3 days unconscious" he sounded very worried, so she decided that what the mortal deserved, after taking care of her, were some answers.
"No problem, it takes more than a rocky trip to kill me, but… who are you? Why are you helping me?" it wasn't in her nature to trust in people, less in strangers, even if they saved her life.
"My name is Argon, and I'm helping you because you were in trouble…"
"It couldn't be only that" if she had learned something those years with her tutor, was that nobody did a good action without expecting something in change.
"You don't believe me?" Farore did an ironic chuckle.
"Mortal, don't be naive, NOBODY does something without expecting something in change, less for a dying girl you found on the forest".
"Well… I do, now stop talking and drink this" he gave her a wooden bowl full of a very hot and strong amber liquid.
"What is it?" she asked with certain suspicion.
"Simbelmyne Tea, it will kill the pain and will help you sleep, drink it, I will go fishing" Farore had the intention of telling him that she didn't eat any animals and that the herbs that she eats were special but she had already took a sip of the fantastic drink, that by the way, didn't taste like it smelled so drowsiness was beginning to come, so much drowsiness, she will have time later.
Gaeia was walking in circles by her room clearly worry showing on her delicate features, her brown hair floated around her, she couldn't help her sister and now she was not sure of where was her destination, she thought that if mortals were praying for their dear ones, what did they had to do in that situation? It was illogical to pray like a mortal when you are a God but the girl was seriously considering it, her door opened letting in the figure of a mature brunette woman with black eyes, her "tutor".
"Mother, have you received news concerning Farore?" she went directly to the point; she wasn't in the mood for formalities.
"Yes dear, the transfer was successful; unfortunately she resisted, so the guards had to use violence…" Gaeia felt her world fall down.
"Is she okay? Did she die? How injured is she?" she suddenly asked.
"Relax Gie, she's fine, a mortal helped her…" her voice sounded gentle but on the inside she was boiling out of rage, her plan did not came out as predicted, she has to use different methods.
"Well dear, you have to rest, you have been under a lot of stress lately, I'll take care of everything" she kissed the girl on the forehead, she clothed her carefully and she came out of the room, once she assured there was nobody around, she called her son.
"Krane, I know you are there, come out!" a young brunette guy with black eyes came out to encounter the woman.
"Yes… mother?" said a paused voice, that seemed more like a serpent hiss that the voice of a God.
"Son, I need your help, do you still have the water tribe on your side?".
"I'm sorry mother… but my alliances with that tribe ended when your dear 'stepdaughter' touched the land, they have more loyalty towards her… than me" the hate was impregnated on each and every words that came out of his mouth.
Farore is the most beautiful daughter of Barahor, more than 1 dared to propose to her but the warrior refused them with cruelty everyone including him, it wasn't that he was in love, it was only of talking of his pride.
"For Druida… is there a tribe in which we still hold their loyalty?".
The blue-haired girl is the best warrior of all Goddesses or Mortals, beaten only by her father or uncles, the only thing that she better than them was her infinite love for nature, she'd die before doing something to hurt it, that was the reason that whole part of the tribes and nations adored her, because she was a clear example of love and war, two totally different things that sometimes work together.
"Yes, the Cyclops's tribe, remember that some lunar cycles before, my dear step-sister refused to fight at their side? That is her mistake, they hate her" Tarhdora's mind began to work at an alarming speed and a macabre smile adorned her crude but still beautiful features.
"Well dear, I think that we have to have an audience with those 'noble' giants, don't you think so?" Mother and Son smiled with complicity, that little bitch will not know what hit her.
A blond girl was looking at a huge tree in front of her, she was in a trance and the purple eyed guy at her side noticed that, so he prepared everything the girl needed in those moments, he put a lot of scrolls in one hand and placed a raven feather soaked in ink, that curiously the girl took as if she was conscious, she stayed in that state for some more minutes and when she came back, she started to draw and write like crazy on the scrolls, when she finished, she looked with terrified eyes at his cousin.
"Caleum… it has happened… what we feared… at last it happened…" her eyes were filled with tears that did not drop; her dear cousin only caressed her back gently.
"Relax Myrash, we have been studying for many lunar cycles… we are ready…" the golden-eyed girl shook her head.
"Never… we would have never been ready… Cal… it's worse than what we thought… we will need the help of Farore… we cannot do it without her…".
"But… we cannot enter Barahor, no anymore, the old witch took that privilege from us…" he was gonna say more but Myrash interrupted him.
"They have also expelled her…" the eyes of the brown-haired guy light up and started to move all over the place packing things and getting rid of other things.
"We are going to look for her Myri, the sooner the better, pack everything that you will need, we will take off first thing on the morning" he walked towards the shaking girl, kissed her forehead and squeezed her against his chest.
"Everything is gonna be alright, sweetie… we will save her… that's why we were born, right?" he caringly smiled at her, and then they hugged once more… Caleum didn't understand why she was acting like this… but she didn't think about telling him, no yet…
TO BE CONTINUED
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