Book 3. Chapter 21.

“Mhiralla.” Part 2

All Kalysto wanted was to kill her father’s murderer.

That, and torture her a bit in the process so she could avenge her progenitor’s memory.

However, putting up with Persephone’s nonsense to keep her distracted and prevent her from taking full control of her body again was one thing, but getting trapped in Mhiralla’s memories was quite another.

Aside from annoying.

As the santeiss’s body was surrounded by a soft mist, a smaller, younger version of Mhiralla appeared in front of her, as she watched enviously as her mother Arharella, the goddess of light, stroked the hair of one of her older sisters with a gentle smile laden with pride and satisfaction.

A smile that Arharella had never intended for her, even though she was the youngest of her six children.

She was not counting the baby that still slept inside her mother’s womb.

That Kalysto could feel the raw envy that was gnawing inside her father’s murderess at the sight of that scene turned her insides inside out.

“And I’m supposed to feel sorry for you after witnessing this?” The santeiss scoffed, annoyed that she was wasting her time like that, instead of continuing to burn the goddess’s body and reducing her defenses so they could kill her.

Why the hell am I watching this? She thought at the same time as a grimace of deep displeasure came over her face.

<> Persephone complained. Her voice took the fairy champion by surprise.

But even more surprising were her words.

“Do you have a sister?” Kalysto was surprised, half annoyed, why she had never told her such a thing, even though Persephone knew practically everything about her.

<<...>>

<<...I don’t like you very much right now...>>

“And what did I do?”

<<...Nothing...That’s the problem...you just forgot about everything, even her...>> Persephone was annoyed.

“And where is your sister now?” she wanted to know. Curiosity piqued her as Mhiralla continued to spy on her mother from afar.

<> She assured her, not wishing to expand on her explanation.

<>

Kalysto wanted to argue, but the instant she opened her mouth to do so, the scene changed. The soft mist suddenly covered all her vision and then began to diminish just as quickly as it had before. The coldness crept up to her knees where the mist ended, allowing her to see another memory unfold.

This time there was not only Mhiralla’s older sister but also her middle sister.

“You’re so smart and intelligent, you’re just like your father,” Arharella complimented the first daughter she had had with the god of ether, then turned to look at her second daughter, who was almost as beautiful as she was. “Honey, you’re so pretty! You took after me!” she added proudly, while completely ignoring the presence of Mhiralla, who was neither strong, nor smart like her older sister, nor pretty like the second one.

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“Do we really have to watch all this stupidity?” Kalysto complained.

<> Persephone complained in turn.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? What kind of support is that?” was annoyed Kalysto, who even though she couldn’t see Persephone, could feel her.

<> Persephone defended herself, somewhere between surprised and annoyed that Kalysto was always getting mad at her for the most outlandish things.

“Why is it that no matter how hard I try I’m never important enough for my mother?” The young Mhiralla murmured within the memory, her eyes bathed in tears as she hid her then small figure behind a huge column while spying her mother having fun combing her sisters’ long hair.

The worst part was that the fairy champion could feel every emotion the young Mhiralla felt. It was as if she was living them herself in the flesh instead of being a mere spectator. So a part of her couldn’t help but identify as she remembered when she was a child and she strived to be among the top students in her class, but to her mother, the words of a violent drunk were always more important. A man she never defended her against.

“If I can’t surpass my sisters, no matter what I do, then maybe I can surpass the other children my mother had with that nasty god of darkness she always talks so badly about!” The little girl suddenly perked up, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement at what she thought was an excellent idea. “My father is the most powerful god that exists... at least that’s what I’ve heard my mother say several times while she looks at my father with a smile full of complicity when they leave their room.“

Again the scene changed in front of Kalysto, as she watched the little girl travel in hiding from her parents and sisters to what the little girl labeled as the fourth dimension, into which she traveled to a world where she had heard that the goddess of light once lived until shortly after she separated from the god of darkness and night.

And although it took much longer than the three expected, so much so that Persephone began to complain about how bored she was, the young version of Mhiralla found a majestic palace, next to the kingdom of the dark elves, where her mother’s first husband lived, along with her three half-siblings.

It was not easy for the little girl to breach security and it took her several attempts to infiltrate inside the castle while remaining unnoticed by the guards, who could sometimes sense her presence even though she was using the stealth ability.

“I didn’t know she could do that. I’d better keep that in mind for next time,” Kalysto muttered.

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Just as Kalysto was about to tell her that she agreed with her guess, Mhiralla was finally able to get past the guards and into the depths of the castle. Where an inner garden surrounded by carved columns hid a beautiful young woman with black hair and eyes.

Kalysto could not help but notice a certain resemblance to Persephone.

But the girl was not alone. At her side, an older man, who seemed to be her father, said goodbye to her.

Pure envy once again corroded Mhiralla’s insides, and this time even Kalysto could identify with her, remembering the times when her loving father played with her and read her books written in other languages she did not understand while they were in the library of their old house.

But most surprising of all was how quickly the girl had found Mhiralla’s presence, her piercing black eyes fixed on the spot where the other daughter of the goddess the light was hiding in the shadows of a leafy bush and a pillar, and with stealth skills active.

Faster than they could have thought, a surge of pure power burst forth from the body of the daughter of the god of darkness, surrounding the entire garden and extending far beyond.

The intensity of her power far surpassed what Kalysto had felt in the adult version of Mhiralla, almost as powerful as the queen of the fairies.

Pure terror coursed through Mhiralla’s small body as she trembled and fell to her knees on the ground as she struggled to breathe.

However, Kalysto and Persephone were absolutely thrilled and fascinated by the discovery. A deep respect for the immense power of the daughter of the god of darkness shone through.

“If she is this powerful when she is still a child, can you imagine how powerful she will be as an adult?” Kalysto marveled.

Just then, another boy entered the garden, extending his own power as he tried to counteract that of his own older sister, but falling short.

“What’s got you in such a bad mood?” asked the little boy, and in that instant a wave of fear froze Kalysto’s insides as soon as she felt the close connection between that boy and Persephone.

<> Persephone spoke, delighted with the situation.

Kalysto had no doubt at that moment who it was, as she recognized a much smaller version of the giant black eyes she had seen hovering over several altars.

“Seth-Mainyu.”