Chapter 12: The Solstice

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by SilverSophia

by SilverSophia

I cannot believe what my eyes are showing me.

Euthymias looks so much older and worn out than usual. He's... black and blue now. His skin is so bruised, it looks like a truck hit him. I know now that my fears are confirmed.

"Euthymias..." I say, my words shaking with panic.

"Tankra..." He says weakly.

"Euthymias... !" I cry out softly, and force my legs to move, racing toward him. I land hard on my knees by his childish figure. "This... This is horrible..." I say, uncontrollable panic filling my mind, and I am paralysed. Luma breathes hard, and it's obvious he's been through many of the same ordeals that I have.

"Tankra... The end is soon to come... You... You and Glaseron aren't safe... You were never safe to begin with..." Euthymias says, and he sounds so weak.

"...I know, Euthymias." He then collapses to the ground, and I hold him. Glaseron starts take a step, but then moves back, as if he decided against helping. Good choice, Glaseron, I think. Tears begin to slip from my eyes again, and I cannot believe how much I've been crying lately.

"We have new preparations to make," Euthymias says, and I nod. "First... We have to set the world into perfect blalance, but right now, neither of us can do that." I nod again. "I belive Glaseron can help us with that." Glaseron nods acceptingly.

"And the medalions?" I ask.

"Those come as one of the final preparations."

"Right."

"Is the UnderEarth tidy?" Euthymias asks.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" I say.

"Just curious."

"What about the AboveEarth?"

"It's alright, I guess. Your energy consumation has plagued it quite severely."

"Um... I apologise, then." I say. Glaseron starts toward us.

"You know, Glaseron," Euthymias says, "You and Tankra are the cause of all this."