The Witch and The Blind Princess

Song of a friend

TW: This is based on my poor imagination. It's a fantasy, so this story is not related to any religion. I'm sorry for the inconvenience! It's going to be a long chapter x anyway if you're easily sad and softie just like me, don't listen to this song while reading this chapter. 🙇‍♀️🥺

Her deep emerald green-eyed, flash in agony. Her hands' tremblings, but still she raised her tremblings hands. Her hands emitted grey flames, and she recites ancient chants. 

Once, she was denied, but with all of her might, she tried it again as tears flow rapidly from her anguish eyes.

"Divine Mother, oh monarch of the skies, in my hour of need, I appeal to you. Lead my soul so that I can declare your honour. On both my knees, Thou all-powerful spirit, I beseech this of you. Grant me with your majestic mercy, and give me your strength to save the unfortunate soul before me,"

Soon after the ancients chants, the sky turned white, and the winds blow heavily inside the dark forest. The arrival of a spirit is marked by an abrupt burst in the skies and a blast of white energy. After flying down, a magnificent being stands before the young witch with eyes like a starry sky. 

The gracious being glancing at her, and an astonishing sense of delirium takes hold of all those who watched her. The curve around the gracious being is two huge, feathered wings. The gracious presence suddenly caused the monsters and the dark elves to forcefully bowed down immediately.

She gazes at the young witch before the gaze landed on the bleeding dragon. There is an expression of sadness, landed in the gracious being. 

Her dazzling light auras almost cleansed the dark energy inside the dark forest. As if a large stone, slammed their head to lowered them from raising their head and to dare to gaze at the gracious being. Momentarily, it hurts the monsters and the dark elves. 

She is the Den's Tribes guardian angel. Goddess of Retribution, Nemesis.

Both Huttign, Jada, and Armen looked shocked. They knew the identity of the young witch as the sole survivor of a powerful witch tribe. But, to think that the young witch is able to summon an angel that is on par with the goddess of life...

However, a loud, yet soft voice echoed. She spoke a language that only the young witch could understand. 

The young witch fully understands, saving Armen is futile. After all, he was shot with the goddess of life's arrows. Besides, Armen was supposed to stay inside the dark forest yet he fled away. 

Hearing it, the young witch kneeled down. Begging the gracious being, "I pledge with my life, please..."

The gracious being then spoke in magnificent manners. She spoke in a language that can be understood by the monsters and the dark elves. "Life and death belong to Him. Every beginning has its ending. That is the circle of life, my child," 

Hearing it, caused the young witch's eyes to fill with resentment and anger. The same kind of wishes was denied by her tribes' guardian angel. 

The gracious being then walked towards the bleeding dragon. With its divine power, she erased the remaining arrows from his body, and it made the dragon feel relief. The arrow flames that were burning his body, was blown away.

Armen knew that he couldn't survive. Yet, the kindness shown by the gracious being gave him a painless ending, made him felt gratitude towards the gracious being. He thanked her, with a dragon manner.

The gracious being then walked closer to the young witch who refused to raise her face. "I am called the Goddess of retribution. I am called Nemesis, or whatever name I shall be called. My child... I could not interrupt the life and death of my Father's creatures. However, as your guardian angels,"