This is just a quick little challenge my friends and I are doing. There is a second version of this book out there, showing the different perspectives and filling in the obvious plot holes in this one. Like I said, just a fun little challenge.
"I'm sorry?" Isa hummed, not understanding what Yao was implying. Instead, Yao sighed, sitting next to her softly, "Hyalus?" Yao implied, her eyes glancing over Isa and towards a crystal portal that stood lonesome in the distance.
"She made me an offer."
"Did you accept?"
Isa glanced away from her knees and up at Yao, "I don't think I can."
"Why not?"
"Because I have people here. As much as I hate to admit it, I am just like her—but the only difference between her and I is that my people are here—my friends are here."
Yao hummed, her hand gliding over a small flower as she taps each petal of the flower gently, "You called It her."
"I did."
"That means the relationship is improving?"
"I'm not sure."
The two suns in the sky glistened a different light, the sky transformed from an orange yellow to a light blue and purple that forced the clouds in the sky to glimmer and dance to the waves of the wind. The sky rippled to each chime of the trees, and Stephen's voice echoed a calming roll throughout the dimension as he mumbles to himself secrets of the seraphim. The soft baby grass underneath her itched her shins, her hands fiddled in between strands of dark green blades. Her breath was deep as an aroma of life filled her lungs, the vegetation threatening her allergies. But she reminded herself that the light has shifted, and their time was short; She stood up carefully, her white and golden gown draped over her shoulders elegantly as she begins to travel down the hill. The gown a "gift" Hyalus was so kind to grace her with—well, she threatened her to not take it off so here she was.
But as she skipped down the hill, rings of gold and orange surrounded her, symbols she could not read glowed like embers around her. She stopped in her tracks as the symbols and rings spun slowly around her, she glanced down the final few feet that ended the hill and lead to Stephen. His arms were raised slightly to the conjuration, a small smile on his face as his eyes glistened with his words, "Don't move, it'll kill you."
"Thank the gods—" she practically jumped towards the rings, but instead of an expectant painful death, she was welcomed with a warmth that consumed her body. Fine lavender silk tied itself around her arms, embroidered details surrounded the cuffs and the neck line of the cloak. Jewels of age forgotten lost kingdoms draped over her waist.
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