Deep in the Infraterra, miles underground, Amata watched through a giant dew drop as the girl and the two male warriors left the former throne room of Veneficusia. She ran a wrinkly hand over the image, which rippled from her touch. A small smile crossed her face.
Finally, it was done. The trio would face more challenges, Amata knew that for sure. But for now, they could rest and so could she.
A light feeling had already come over her.
"Amata?"
Her smile grew larger as Osric appeared at her side, as ancient and sickly as herself.
"It's time, dear," she said softly.
He smiled at her, the love in his eyes only matched by her own.
"It's been a good life," he whispered.
"Yes," she agreed, "It was."
The two held hands, staring only at each other as they faded into nothing. In their place, a small glow of green and purple, like a rainbow shimmering in the mist. The glow rose up, through the miles and miles of earth until it reached the forest floor.
Instantly, a small patch of grass turned from brown to a beautiful green. Slowly, the green spread, giving new life to the forest. The eerie silence was suddenly filled with the chirping and fluttering of birds and the chittering and scurrying of forest creatures.
A new life had fallen over the once dead forest. As powerful and beautiful as the new Queen that ruled over it.
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Blood of Decusia
FantasyAfter her family's death, Clove Levette suppressed all memories from that horrific night. Now, 10 years later, a birthday present from her deceased mother opens a world, a life she didn't know existed. She tries to stay alive while also piecing toge...
