"Einervaene... Einervaene, you need to let go now." Mother tells me as strong as she can, not a tear loudly escaping her. Shivering to the tips of my fingers, she prys me off and rises above the guards likely at her sides. A hand offers itself to me but I slap it away with a spiteful shock, delighting in the curseword the man lets out. I stumble around until Burspharosa's unbreakable skin holds mine again.
"Come, let me find you a seat." he tells me as I try to force my way out of his grip.
"Are you happy? You finally have what you've always wanted..." I growl out towards his fuzzy outline.
"I am taking no pleasure in this, Lady-Heir."
"Do not call me that... This entire bastardisation of justice is so you could prove that I am not worthy of my mother's lineage!" I hiss close to his face and I watch him wipe it, undetailed as it all is.
"We are not here because of that. We are here because the love a mother has for her daughter made her do unspeakable things." he explains to me, though I am baffled still as to what is going on. They keep speaking of the past particularly with grim understanding but this is all over me, right? Because my magic is this vile colour of blue...
Sitting down with a glare tensing my wounded eyes, I follow the appropriately named bastard as he walks elsewhere. Sighing to myself, I look down to my gloved hands as they spark with my disgusting colour of magic. Focusing on my arcane senses, I watch as the barrier keeping this place safe from Brewbrt's power starts to tune down to quiet static. Even with its need to be strong gone, that magic is all brighter than mine ever could be.
What have I done to deserve this, what has my mother done, what evil was commited at my birth or before it that caused this present? So often in my time at Suhurlodst did I meet those of this land that I am stronger than, many of them became my friends though not as good as others. Every time my magic was stronger, I quickly stood out and overtook so many even with my crude begininngs with blood magic. Yet the truth remained a single way for me, my magic is blue.
Thinking back on it, I wonder if the reason I had such a rough start with Larishazza was because of her brilliant hair. The way she could dance with the sapphire shores between her finger tips, lapis, teal, foaming white... It all reminded me of how ugly my own magic is here where golden rays are expected of me. For a moment, I was able to feel like the woman I should've been.
I don't know what I'd rather have, the life I have now or the future I could've experienced. So many friends because of this colour, love and joy, I've seen it all because of my magic. But, this same magic is about to kill my mother, I will never see her again... No, there has to be something I can do!
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The sky rumbles as it moves back in to assert itself over the land, the clear sky granted by Brewbrt's power vanishing under the cloudy waves. Beasts of lightning strike out around the land and one bolt strikes an installed guard post, coursing around the metal and into inert ground. I nod to myself, rising slightly as I cover my aching eyes. Of all the times to be able to nearly see again, of all the times...
Stumbling out of my seat, I go back towards Mother as her blurry form ascends some kind of steps. Someone tries to get in my way and I shock them thoroughly until he collapses and weapons move. They slide from their sheaths like the claw on a beast's paw and their bright polish helps them be defined in the total blurr. Blinking a few more times, I flex my fingers and stumble closer to Mother.
Brewbrt is gone so that I can do this, I am here to save Mother, we came here to save her. I cannot let his death go to waste, I will grab my Mother and show her how much I have grown. I will let her know so intimately what my friends have allowed me to become, especially him. Strange as it is now that I think about it, I've probably spent more time with him than Vadei, Liada or anyone else...
I fall to the ground, my magic weaker than I thought it was.
Gasping for air, I push myself back up even with my arms trembling weakly, even as their aching joints roar. Finding my shaky footing, I fall forward until I hit something with my gut and my arms sprawl across its top. Someone speaks behind me and people step away. I turn to face him, blinking more and more as my eyes continue to ache more than they have since the spear took my sight.
"Don't. You are convicted of no crim-"
"All my life all I have been is proof of something that was never commited. I was driven from my home and to foreign lands for my own sake and you come here to talk to me as if you care...?" I interrupt, venting what I can before I look towards Mother as she goes down onto her knees. A pair of men at her side to hold her still as a third brings a long dark arc up there with him.
"There is nothing you can do, her sentence is documented, all that remains is to carry it out." Burspharosa snaps firmly as his visage formalises its posture.
"Einervane, my precious little girl..." Mother lets out, a voice breaking from how many tears she's had to let out.
"No, Mother, hold on!" I snap.
"Please, Einervaene, run. For my sake and Brewbrts, run." she begs as my vision starts to clear up. Her tears become clear to me as do the begging features of her red and sobbing face. My heart stops and I see the narrow shadow of the executioner's blade above her. A practice swing bringing it close to her cheek.
No... Mother...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! I've been trying for too long, no, not this, no I need to move I need to... Burspharosa reaches his hand out towards me and time slows as my mother smiles with closed eyes. The death-bringing edge moving closer as slow as a bug but as fast as our lands power.
Taking in as much air as I can, I hold my hand to the sky and rear my head back, my heart opening as far as it will. The sky churns above, awaiting my call.
"LIGHTNING!" I cry with all that I am and a bolt of divine gold answers.