Bonus Scene From Isa
Surpassing another challenge, these guiding feelings. Opposing the rationality of that man, drawing closer to her. My building hatred, these unyielding sentiments. My black heart, my undying soul. Enduring harshness on my body, racing in this abyss of darkness. Running along its length, reaching for the faintest light. This warmth enveloping me, transferring me to that plane of bliss. My opening eyes, looking up to the hazel one. Glancing to my side, this one sitting on the bench, my head on her lap. Shifting my gaze to her, displeasure in her eyes. Processing this, remembering our previous parting. Instantly sitting up, that person motioning for me.
"You are not getting away Isa!" wrapping her arms around me, tightly holding on.
"Probably not the best idea, given that I had to come back here..." Unease in my voice.
"Yes, not your sharpest hour." Her humorless gaze on me.
This windy field, those flowing blades of grass. The bleeding moon shining down its light, two souls in this space. This blue flowing energy around us, its purpose still eluding me. Wondering about it, this having to wait. Those azure eyes on me, this one not letting go. Speaking her mind, voicing her frustrations. Enduring the situation, cherishing our time. That individual shortly calming, folding her arms, looking away from me.
"Got it out of your system?" faintly smiling at her.
"Not entirely, I still have to do this in person." This one brightly grinning in my direction.
"Heh, then I will do my best to ensure you can." Gesturing my hand to her.
Our two hearts meeting on a certain night, this one brightening my world. Connecting me to others, her binding presence. Doing her best, no matter of the task. Learning from her, fineness with my standing. Our growing bond, those simple times. Wanting them again, this space giving us a moment with each other. Hearing her voice, this giving me hope. My regrets within, my inability to save her.
"How are you fairing on the other end?" folding my arms.
"Shackled to my bed, Armand preparing me to fill that role each and every day." Holding her arms, lowering her head.
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Hearing her words, anger filling me. Many admiring him, not aware of his true colors. Countless in his palm, that man manipulating them to his will. His powerful influence, commanding the field. Taking her, one doing no wrong. Torturing her, everything towards his path. Clashing against former allies, time growing short, my increasing fear.
"I will get there soon, and I'll kill him. Just wait a bit longer." My hand over her own.
"You were narrowly spared last time, if you fail, he will certainly execute you." Her concerning eyes to me.
"Then I guess I cannot fail." Standing from the bench.
"Ugh! Why do you always do this?" the hazel one rising, frowning at me.
Choosing my direction, understanding her displeasure. Not caring for the risk, tackling my challenges. Constantly worrying her, this not changing. Learning the sword, developing my abilities. My strength once towards the church, believing in their ideals. Still carrying it, but not those of that man. This selfishness in me, its guiding presence. My willingness to endure, my vision slightly back to her. Walking around, heading to the altar.
Standing in front of the stairs, that moon floating high. Expanding my arms, malice secreting from my body, this releasing to the object above. The intensifying azure, energy returning to me, assimilating into my body. Feeling its force, swiftly moving to my left. Leaping above, revealing my katana. Descending below, striking the land. Spikes of negativity piercing high, my increasing strength and agility. Placing away my sword, this fading darkness. My attention onward, that innocent one confronting me, shortly before me.
"With each offering, I gain more power. The question is, will it be enough to kill that man?" my eyes to my hand.
"Only you will know that..." Elina sadly looking away, holding her upper arm.
"I suppose so. I know this is hard for you to endure, what I am doing. Though, all I ask is to trust in me..." My vision to her.
"I never did stop trusting in you, it just worries me a lot when you are in danger." Softly smiling at me.
A faithful individual, believing in me, no matter of my choices. I am grateful to her, this innocence underneath the twilight. A wide heart reaching me, our ventures together. Wanting them again, these warm feelings. Cherishing this one, keeping my eyes on my goal. Standing on my side, extending my hand to her. Two of us in this night, some time still remaining. Her tender expression, gripping me. Both of us moving out into the field, dancing in this dusk.
"It is not just me, there are a few others helping me. They are strange, but I think you will like them." Faintly smiling at her.
"Is that so? I can't wait to meet them, I am glad you can be happy." Brightly grinning at me.
"Hardly, I will be happy when you are safe."
Our slow movements in this space, relishing in the presence of the other. These blissful feelings, appreciating our time together. Flowing streams, our roads once apart. This one coming into my life, setting a new path. One filling with love, always doing her best. Wishing for her joy, forcing against the reason of others. Tiring of me, trying to hold on a bit longer. Our brightening surroundings, everything slowly blurring. Even if I am to be an enemy, I will gladly accept it, if it shall mean her freedom.
Isa: It matters not if I am an enemy, your happiness is of most importance.