A sequel to "Floating Stars"
Generations have come and gone in Natanstrelle. The people have been free to live without fear for almost a century, since the light magic's triumph over the darkness. However, hatred still lurks within the land; the Tro...
"The day of the..." Oslac scowled. "If you mean the day I rescued her. W-where I..." Oslac stopped and bowed his head. "She's still recovering..." he mumbled towards the pebble-covered ground beneath him. "I hurt her... I took her out of the eternal smoke too soon... and she's still recovering. How she spoke before Strellemarè, I thought she was better. But she's not." He looked up towards Beanni, who sat there staring, unresponsive. "I'm so sorry, Bay... I didn't know..." He said through bitter sobs and buried his face into her shoulder.
"Dip her hands into the water," Ethan instructed him, his tone calm and collected.
Oslac didn't dare question him. He spoke with an authority he had never experienced before, surpassing even his royal father. He grabbed Beanni's wrists and pulled her gently towards the water and dipped her fingers in. He then watched silver light slither up her arms in an intricate swirling pattern, the delicate lines it made travelled all the way to her face and entered her eyes. A bright white light fuelled her violet glow, making it shine brighter than ever before. She sat up, opened her mouth and began to recite words in a voice that sounded strange; it was as if she spoke with many. Higher tones and much lower tones intertwined within her usual sound. It was like nothing Oslac had ever heard before.
After he got over the shock of what he was hearing, Oslac focused to make out what she was saying, she was reciting something he had heard before, a number of times, within his Royal lessons.
"An appointed child named after the first. With no steady roots, raised by a foe. Through her ancient powers shall return to put an end to the Terran's woe."
With a long sigh, Beanni's shoulders slumped as the bright light flew from her irises and returned to the dancing water. She looked up towards the Prince, her eyes now glowing the hue of violet he was now used to seeing there. A beaming smile also lit up her face.
"How are you feeling?" Oslac asked, not knowing what else to say.
"Good, better than good. Like a cloud that I couldn't get rid of has finally vanished." Her smile did not falter as she turned her focus back towards the water. "Thank you, I had no idea how lost I was."
"Bay?" Oslac grabbed Beanni's attention again. "Do you know what the white light made you say?"
"I heard it, but no. What was it?"
"A prophecy. An ancient prophecy. I believe, well, I've been thinking for a while now, it is about you."
He looked towards Ethan, seeking confirmation. The strange man nodded and his mouth slowly stretched into a pleased grin.
"So," the man began. "I really don't have anyone else to ask then, do I? Illuminare-Trabem himself has set you apart, Beanni."
"We'll figure it out, Ethan Robson," Beanni said confidently whilst getting to her feet. Oslac stared at her from his seat, trying to work out whether this new sense of enthusiasm indeed came from Beanni or if it was spurred on by the light magic that entered her only moments ago. However, he thought that either way he must stick by her and do whatever he can to help her.
"Yeah, I guess if Luchinda Fiosolim could do it, so can we." He shrugged as he followed Beanni's example and stood beside her.
"Good. I put my trust in you," Ethan beamed up towards them. Then vanished into the depths of the lake.
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