> Por bitte ajuda mir es

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> Phrase

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> Translation: [Desperate Plea for Aid]

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> Definition: "Por bitte ajuda mir es" is an expression of dire entreaty when facing situations of extreme peril. This phrase is not used lightly; it is reserved for moments when the speaker is utterly vulnerable and in need of immediate intervention, often in life-threatening circumstances.

Noctavia lay awake in the darkness, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, while Yeso's restless movements made the bed swing in the air. She could sense the weight of his thoughts, the burden of something unspoken between them. Gently, she turned towards him, draping her arm around his shoulder in a comforting embrace. "You want to talk about it?" she asked softly.

"I'm sorry, I always forget the bed moves," he whispered with a distracted apology. He hadn't turned to face her yet, but his words polluted the silence in the dark.

"It's fine, but you need to sleep, too."

After a moment of silence, the bed swayed slightly more with the weight shift and finally spoke again. "I think I know why we are seeing an echo of them," he confessed, facing her.

"Oh, why?" Noctavia's curiosity piqued.

He hesitated, his words coming out in a whisper laden with fear. "There's something I never told you because I was afraid if I did..."

"You were afraid? Of me?" Noctavia interjected, disappointed, not just at his secret but also at the fact that he felt the need to hide anything from her.

He swallowed hard, the emotional knot in his throat almost audible. "I was afraid if I told you... you would force me to stay with Veilla."

Her chuckle was soft, tinged with disbelief. "Why would I do that?"

Yeso struggled to articulate his thoughts. "I can... Veilla can't... I haven't been fishing... I mean, I do fish... that part is true, but there's another reason why I have..." His words were disjointed, a tangled web of half-truths and hesitations.

It was clear he was deeply frightened to reveal whatever secret he harboured. Noctavia's own apprehension grew, a knot forming in her stomach at the thought of what this revelation might entail.

"It's okay if you don't tell me. I won't pry," she reassured him, caressing his cheek with her thumb.

Yeso took a deep, steadying breath, his eyes locking with hers in the dark. "What if I show you?" he proposed.

Noctavia followed Yeso through the dense woods, her discomfort growing with each step. Her swollen ankles ached, and a persistent pain nagged at her lower back and between her thighs.

Despite this, she refrained from voicing her discomfort. Yeso, being her Hexe, was attuned to her feelings and physical state. Complaining seemed redundant when he was already acutely aware of her struggles.

Yet, his determined stride didn't falter, as if he was driven by a need to outpace his own fears to prevent them from seizing him and turning him back as if nothing had happened. As if he never tried to say anything.

This realization kept Noctavia silent. She understood the gravity of this for Yeso and how crucial it was for him to reveal whatever secret he harboured.

Their path led deeper into the forest, where darkness enveloped them like a thick blanket. Yeso's grip on her hand was firm.

Finally, the soothing sound of cascading water reached her ears, piercing the silence of the night. It was too dark to see clearly, but the sound was unmistakable.

"It's here," Yeso announced. "You should sit, you're exhausted."

"I'm fine," she replied, hearing the rustle of clothing and feeling the weight of his shirt as he placed it in her arms. "What are you doing?" she asked, confused.

"I'll show you," Yeso responded, his voice moving away from her.

The sound of water being disturbed reached her ears as Yeso stepped into the water. Noctavia's heart raced.

As she stood at the water's edge, enveloped in darkness, the initial quiet was broken only by the sound of water splashing. Yeso was swimming, she surmised, trying to make sense of the situation.

Then, unexpectedly, a wave of intense sensation swept through her body, like a surge of adrenaline rushing from her toes to her head. Her heart pounded fiercely, alarmingly fast as if she was on the brink of fainting. But the realization soon hit her—it wasn't her own physical response she was feeling.

She was merely sore from the walk, nothing more. As her heartbeat returned to normal, the darkness before her eyes seemed to transform. What she saw then was the secret Yeso had concealed from her, a revelation that explained his fear and hesitation—a secret he had kept for aeons from her.

The Noctavia, who once served the Dame and would have insisted Yeso stay with Veilla for the good of their people, was vastly different from the Noctavia, who now stood as Yeso's Hexe.

At that moment, she understood Yeso's fear. Had he revealed this secret earlier, she might have indeed urged him to remain with Veilla. But now, things were different. They were different. The sight before her defied words; it was a beauty that transcended language, a spectacle so breathtaking that she found herself lost for expression.

Yeso stood in the water, his figure illuminated by golden lines that traced a path from his eyes down his neck to his torso, merging with the water and radiating out into the surroundings. Noctavia realized with astonishment that they were at a ley line node, and Yeso had activated its power.

Throughout their time together, she had seen Yeso in various states—smiling, crying, laughing, angry, annoyed or whatever—but never had she seen him like this. At this moment, he transcended all her prior perceptions, embodying a beauty that was almost celestial, ethereal, just like a Spirit. It felt as though he was part of another world, one that she could only observe in silent wonder.

He reached out a hand, beckoning her. "Come here, Zonnestra, come," he urged gently. "It's safe, I promise."

Hesitantly, she stepped into the water, and he immediately enveloped her in a comforting embrace. The water was unexpectedly warm and soothing, and his scent surrounded her, a familiar and intoxicating presence.

"So, you can do… this?"

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"Yeah... I can do this," he replied softly.

"It's... breathtaking."

"Never as much as you," he responded, embracing her from behind and resting his cheek against her shoulder.

"I thought only the Dame could do it," she murmured, still trying to process the revelation.

"No, Veilla can't. That's why I think she chose me back then. And then, the last time I was in Whitestone, she had a jail prepared for me... I lived there for so long and never noticed. Which made me think that... I don't think she ever loved me."

"Do you..." she started to ask, but he interrupted.

"No, I feel relieved. I felt guilty about leaving her alone with the throne at that time, but now, I'm free. I don't care anymore," he smiled, "I don't have to."

Noctavia's gaze locked onto Yeso's, seeking clarity in the midst of the ethereal glow that surrounded them. "If she can't work with the ley lines, how has she managed so far?" she asked.

"It has never been Fall but Spring," Yeso revealed, "Fiorna is the real Dame."

"You said you knew why we saw them," she pressed, seeking answers to the visions of Eura and Esra that had been a source of mystery.

Yeso responded not with words but with a tender gesture. He lifted her chin gently and kissed her. Under his touch, Noctavia felt a warmth spread through her, but when she opened her eyes, expecting to see Yeso, she was met with a different sight.

The person before her wasn't Yeso, at least not the Yeso she had known.

Noctavia watched, her heart caught in a scene before her unfolding like a dream. The girl in the water, with her diamond hair and eyes of indescribable shades, was surrounded by golden lines that traced a path from her eyes down her neck and torso and spread through the cave walls, resembling alchemical symbols. This wasn't Yeso, but Eura.

"How do you do this?" he asked, his voice filled with a genuine sense of wonder.

Eura looked around, slightly perplexed. "I don't understand."

"Each time I look at you, you are more beautiful than the last. So, how do you do that?" His question was sincere, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that spoke of deep fascination.

Eura smiled, a hint of modesty in her voice. "You're overreacting."

Esra – the name Noctavia now understood belonged to her in this form – shook his head. "I'm not. You're truly something, Eura."

"You said my name..." There was a note of surprise in her voice.

"And I love it. It has become my favourite word."

She chuckled lightly. "A word?"

"Yes, a word," he continued, his smile growing. "It signifies both good morning and good night. It asks, may I stay? May I go with you? It means happiness, yet it scares me. It means I am not alone. It also means... home."

"That's quite a burden for one word to bear," she replied, her smile broadening in response to his.

Esra's smile matched hers. "It's a remarkable word, a stubborn and fearless one. It doesn't look back, dreams as high as the sky, makes a mess when it eats with a strange obsession with apple pie, doesn't know how to braid and tells awful jokes... just like you. It embodies everything I need it to... and more."

At that moment, Noctavia witnessed the raw, unguarded emotions that Esra – herself in another form – harboured for Eura, the same she felt for Yeso.

Esra couldn't maintain eye contact with her, his gaze averting to reveal his shame finally, "The Summerqueen didn't choose me. This is... this is the last time we will see each other or be together," he confessed, resigned.

"I'm sorry, Ann," Eura responded as if it was her fault.

"It's all right. I'll be fine," he said, though his tone suggested otherwise.

"Perhaps, one day..." she started, her voice trailing off.

"We meet in another life?" he interjected, his eyes lifting to the cave's ceiling, tracing the strange shapes and drawings etched there by the ley lines.

And then proceeded, "I told you I didn't want things to change, that I'd rather have something than nothing. And today, I realized that I'll end up with nothing, so... does it matter if it changes?" His rhetorical question hung in the air.

"So... I... I love you. I'm utterly, fucking in love with you. I think... I've loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you. And there isn't a single thing I don't love about you. Your stubbornness, recklessness, messy eating habits, terrible joke puns. I love you. The whole you."

Eura felt overwhelming. She stepped back in the water, her heart pounding, cheeks flushed, palms damp with sweat. The tumult of feelings inside her was tangible – a turmoil of unease, surprise, and an inexplicable yearning.

"It's okay if you don't want to say anything. You don't have to. You don't have to feel the same way as I do, but I know you do. I just wanted to let you know that you make me a better version of myself." Esra's gaze moved from the ley lines' reflection in the water to her.

"So there it is. You know how I feel. I, Esra Ann, like a fool, fell in love with you."

Returning his gaze to his own reflection in the water, Esra smiled, frustration and happiness evident on his face. It was as if a great burden had been lifted from his chest.

As he turned back to Eura, he tried to read her emotions, which seemed like a maelstrom of chaos and confusion. But then, he noticed something extraordinary – vines and bright golden lilies growing around her, blooms sprouting into vibrant, shining petals. She remained silent, not a word.

When Noctavia returned to the present moment, tears streamed down her face, mirroring those on Yeso's cheeks. His decision to come to Faewood was not just because of the birth of their child. Yeso was orchestrating something monumental, laying down a legacy to safeguard their baby.

There, in the waters of a place of power, surrounded by the radiating ley lines that intertwined through the lake and the woods, they held each other. Crying in each other's arms.

Noctavia grappled with the reasons behind their tears. Was it the sorrow of knowing that after aeons of being together, they were approaching an inevitable end? Was it the uncertainty of how that end would come or the daunting realization of what awaited them in another life if such a thing existed?

She hesitated to voice these questions, fearing the answers might only deepen their sorrow. Yet, in her heart, pieces of a larger puzzle began to fall into place. Yeso's visions had begun at the Whitestone node, while hers had started at Faewood, close to another node. It was as if the ley lines themselves were signalling the proximity of a significant, perhaps final chapter.

Yeso gently whispered into her ear, "You okay?"

"It doesn't make sense," she admitted, her voice reflecting her inner turmoil. "Nothing makes sense."

Yeso began, "We knew that one day..."

But she cut him off, her confusion spilling over. "It's not about us, but about them. I saw him die when she was a baby, and you showed me the two of them grown up. It doesn't make sense."

"I don't know what it is, how it will be... but something is going to happen... that doesn't make sense." Yeso could feel the emotional storm brewing within her, threatening to erupt.

"It doesn't make sense," she repeated.

"I know," Yeso acknowledged softly.

"What about our baby? We won't..." Her words trailed off into tears; the fear of missing all the milestones of their unborn child was taking over her.

"Maybe we will... I don't know... but I'm doing everything to keep him saved," Yeso assured her.

"What could you possibly..." Noctavia's question trailed off as Yeso gently lifted her chin, directing her gaze upwards. Above them, a web of intricate golden lines shimmered against the night sky.

"I'm building a dome," he explained softly. "That's why I've spent so much time here. If we aren't here, this will be... it will protect him from whatever comes from outside."

"It looks like a fishnet," she observed.

"I told you I have been fishing," he replied with a light chuckle. "Come, let's go home," Yeso said, starting to walk towards the bank of the lake.

But he stopped abruptly, realizing Noctavia wasn't following. Turning back, he found her rooted to the spot as if frozen. "What's wrong? You don't want to come?"

"You trust me, right?" Noctavia asked, her tone serious.

"Of course, but..." Yeso's response trailed off, puzzled by her demeanour.

"Blindfold yourself!"

"Why?" Yeso chuckled nervously. "Why would you want me to..."

"Do it, I beg you!" Noctavia's movements were quick as she dipped her hands into the water and grabbed the hem of her skirt, ripping a strip of fabric to form a makeshift blindfold. She extended it towards Yeso.

"Please, trust me."

"Zonnestra?"

"I need you, please," she insisted, holding out the torn piece of fabric. “Por bitte ajuda mir es!”

> I can't count enough how I regretted including the ley lines in my lectures. I recall a period marked by endless meetings and discussions with my peers. The topic at hand was the potential removal of ley lines content from my curriculum. The reason? The increasing number of human students each Summer in my classes who struggled to grasp the concept of ley lines - understanding what they are, how they function, and why the world continues to exist without actively manipulating these lines. Interestingly, students from other species didn't share this confusion. They seemed to accept that some answers exist without the need for questions. This situation led me to a profound self-reflection. Having taught for as long as I can remember, I began to question my effectiveness as an educator. Was I failing to communicate these complex ideas? Could it be that age was catching up with me, dimming my teaching abilities? Despite these doubts, I know I can't retire yet. I'm holding out for a specific moment – the day my daughter will finally knock on my door. Until then, I needed to keep on dreaming. ——The Hexe - Book One by Professor Edgar O. Duvencrune, Special Edition, 555th Summer