Bonus Scene From Isa
Sinful emotions, these guiding us. Refusing this man's direction, opposing his reason. My increasing fear, an approaching goddess. Thinking on this, this dread within me. Its intensifying weight, wondering on failure. Giving up my humanity, setting lands ablaze, terrorizing countless. Anything towards saving her, yet my limitations. This slowly crushing down on me, holding in these sentiments. Floating in this blackness, this malice within me.
Even if it is a minuscule chance, I must succeed. Opening my eyes, resting it on the shining light afar. This stretching to me, wrapping me in its embrace. Soon finding myself in the grassy field, that bleeding moon shining down. This gentle flowing breeze, azure energy everywhere. My unsettling feelings, a connection with it. Gazing ahead, that innocent one in front of the bench. Moving towards her, my heavy footsteps, shortly standing before her.
"Welcome, Isa." Faintly smiling at me.
"Hello...Elina. I need to ask. What can you tell me about Seres? I only know a bit." My hand on my waist.
"I only know little. Seres is a goddess that holds the possibility to eliminate conflict, the method though is unknown. Given from what I learned, it is likely to enslave everyone, and kill all others that do not fall under her influence." Holding her upper arm, sadly looking away.
"Complete domination as I thought...and...what of you? How far along are you?" folding my arms, unease in my tone.
"There is not much time, as my power grow stronger, I near my end. Right now, I am being prepared for the next phase." Her eyes slightly in my direction.
Developing her abilities, inflicting cruelty on her. Working his way to this goal, a sacrifice for a goddess. A certain number in requirement, likeliness on her being the last. This azure energy in the air, thickness in it. Feeling eyes on me, this slowly blowing breeze. My growing unrest, needing to make haste. Running in this abyss, racing towards one from the past, screaming out to her.
"And this blue energy everywhere, does this have to do with Seres?" my grim tone.
"Yes, it does. The thicker it is, the more visible it becomes, and the closer she draws. Though, I do notice that you seem to have a connection with this Azure Energy." Her hand to her chest.
"Might it be due to the offerings I have been making? Does this mean there is a real possibility of my success?" my eager voice, stepping forward a bit.
"Your offerings definitely does have an impact, but as for a real chance? I am not sure." Her vision slightly to her side.
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Every passing moment, I feel her slipping further away. Memories from the past, this one coming into my life, brightening my way. A heart connecting others, binding them together. Innocence underneath the dusk, this shaking fear. My desperation, this growing by the day. Offerings giving a chance, I have to believe in this. Her smiling face, engraving it into my mind, this fueling me onward.
Passing her, making my way to the altar. Standing in front of the stairs, my vision on the floating moon. Its radiating force, flashing crimson at times. Its powerful influence, drawing me to it. Malevolence seeping out of my body, expanding my arms. Releasing this negativity, that object absorbing it, shortly returning energy to me. This power assimilating into me, feeling it flowing through me. Something else inside, wondering on it. Approaching movements, facing the hazel one.
"I can feel something dormant in me, but I cannot draw it out..." My quivering voice.
"From what I can tell, it will become available when you most need it. Rest at ease with this knowledge." Her hands behind her back.
"Rest at ease? I need it now! Time is running out!" closing my eyes, lowering my head in frustration.
My desperation, this growing more. Making an offering, power inside of me. Unable to draw it out, Armand quickly nearing his goal. Those of the church supporting him, myself against the storm. Needing an edge, my weakening resolve. Both of us shortly at the bench, Elina sitting on it, my head on her lap. My distressing gaze, her hand over my own. This thickening azure, the vision of another presence on us.
"Every time I think, it should be me who is the one to be punished instead of you. Funny how unfair things can be..." My depressing voice, looking away.
"Isa, did you not devote your life for this sort of thing? By trying to end the conflict at one point, to stop these kinds of occurrences?" her soft tone on me.
"I did, and then I learned. That conflict will never end, thus selfish desires is what guides our path. It made me realize, sometimes...it is okay to be this way." My gaze to her.
"And is this not enough? No matter how small the wish, it is always worth pursuing. Even if it is unfair, it is always possible to turn it favorable." Warmly smiling at me.
Losing my way in sorrow, falling to my knees in darkness. My road without light, an approaching person. This one brightening my way, my eyes to that individual. Her hand in my direction, this one coming to my aid. Her meaningful words, reaching forward, gripping her. Rising up, our eyes on the end of this path. Remaining in that grassy field, the flowing wind against us. Thinking on her message, this bringing me some ease. I can always rely on her, one continuously coming at my darkest hour. This tiring feeling, our shining surroundings, her blurry face. Closing my vision, listening to her voice.
"Take that fear Isa, and turn it into strength. You have always been one that could do the nigh impossible. Remember, there is light in the deepest of darkness. These are the words of the Iconoclast."
Light in the deepest of darkness, truth in it. The Iconoclast, one embracing her imperfections and selfish desires, becoming corruption itself. Seeking after what is within, damning innumerable. At first, my view towards her as an enemy. This conflict constantly on us, my wish to end it. My direction to go forward, learning more about her. Those words of hers, her guiding message. I will not give in, there is still time. I will keep resisting, until the very last moment. Wait for me Elina, I am coming.
Isa: Even if the chances are minuscule at best, I will keep pursuing my light...