Light of Stars [2]

Chapter Sixty-Six

The Fearless Flight 

The world was pitch black, it unravelled for all around her in black liquid that morphed into soil. Like lava or burning stone. The barefoot girl walked over it, feeling the small sting on the bottom of her feet as she made its way into the deep black ocean of death. The dwelling of souls opened up much closer than she'd guessed.

The Infernum dumpster, its what she'd heard them call it, and she had not believed they were right until this very moment. Phoenix knew she was not like the rest of them. A blessed they'd called her since birth. A rare one too. But then again, all of the Infernum children were rare one's. She let her red hair fall to her shoulders, allowing the hot wind blow it out of her face.

There was no one around to stop her from jumping inside, no one that could prevent her from figuring out the secrets everyone kept from her. A promise infinite lifetime, that's what they said awaited for anyone who dared jumped in. But she knew what that meant.

Death.

Death was the only infinite lifetime that could ever exist, and the dwell promised it well enough.

There been whispers of what waited for the victim underneath, some said it was no more than the same fire that had burned and forged their city. Others believed it was the core of their blessing, too bright and powerful for anyone to survive. Others said that Infernum had been used to trapped a monster inside, a creature of darkness from which the children of the city were molded after. Blessed by.

Not the stars or the sun or the moon. But by what laid underneath. In the silence. Waiting.

The temptation of looking straight into its eyes ringed inside her ears too loudly.

Phoenix looked around once more. No black armors. No bouncing light from the silver of swords. Just her and air and a hole on the ground.

She dreamt of it and hoped that if she in fact had been born in its image and blessed by it the creature would recognize her too.

At first she wondered if it be best to jump in as herself, that way if she died then at least her brother would be able to cry for her. But she decided against it, better for them all to believe her lost at sea, trapped inside a cage mind, swallowed by the grave and pushed into the shores of Regno never to be recovered again. Better for them to hope she was still alive than realize what a weird nature she had inside herself, to desire such madness.

Phoenix let her arms grow, and turn into feathers, black as the soil she walked on, soon her whole self morphed into the shape of a black crow, small in size as she was as human. And then lifting her wings she allowed herself to fly, deeper and deeper and deeper.

Wishing to see what waited at the other side, and excitedly picturing the moment she would shift into its likeness and force all of Infernum to bow at her feet.