The Immortal | Prequel Story |

Chapter 50 ~ The Ileín's Prophecy

Moments later, Mallen stood alone in the same field where Írásom had died. In his hand he held white jasmine flowers; they were Írásom's favorite flowers. Tears filled his eyes as he fixed his gaze on the spot where Írásom disintegrated.

Mallen set the flowers down, then seized a smooth rock he had picked out earlier and carefully set it in place. He drew his sword, using his sword as a pen to write Írásom Zaliċ on the gravestone rock.

Next he placed the jasmine flowers, periwinkle blue and olive green ribbons intertwining the stems. Mallen knelt on the ground, taking his wedding ring off and placing it beside the flowers. He wept, brushing tears from his eyes even though the tears kept coming. His tears sparkled, indicating he was a Csa.

The Ileín stood a distance, quietly watching him mourn. When Mallen stood, the Ileín appeared beside him, allowing Mallen to see him in his man-like form. "I know the very depth of your pain, Mallen, for I have experienced it myself," the Ileín told him softly. "Come, I want to show you something."

Mallen followed the Ileín to a silvery white monument on top of an open field. There were beautiful trees set a certain distance from the monument, as though they were silent guardians. The trees' branches spread out like an umbrella canvas, sheltering the monument from rain and weather elements.

The monument had golden lettering carved into it. Inscribed was the name Magarra. Above the lettering was a glass casket, the exterior golden. Inside the casket, lying on a bed of royal blue silk, was a beautiful blonde woman.

She had blue circuits running down her body, indicating she was a machine. Her eyes were closed, her long hair carefully spread out around her. Her long blonde hair trailed down to her feet. She was wearing a magenta pink outfit with blue and gold detailing on it. Her shoes were golden heels with sapphire gemstones.

Mallen stopped to look at the woman in the casket. He was taken away by the woman's beauty.

"This is Magarra," said the Ileín. "She was the most important woman in my life. She was the one who helped me survive being a machine. If it weren't for Magarra, I probably would've died before I could've gotten the chance to become the yellow dust. To become the Ileín."

"I'm sorry," Mallen said sympathetically. "Was she your wife?"

A touch of a smile lightened the Ileín's face. "Even though we never married, I consider her the equivalent of a wife. I know she would've wanted to marry me."

"Didn't you have a human wife? Before you became a machine?" Mallen asked.

The Ileín nodded. "Tylria was my human wife. I loved her dearly. I still love her. But I allowed her to marry a human friend we both trust because I can no longer be with her the way a husband can be with his wife. My hard machine body would've crushed her fragile human body. I was relieved to be with Magarra, knowing I would never be able to hurt her since she was a machine too. As the Ileín, I'm untouchable; I can only love Tylria from a distance."

"So you love two women?"

"Don't you also?" The Ileín asked, turning to look directly at Mallen.

Mallen lowered his eyes, not wanting to answer.

A moment passed before the Ileín turned from the monument.

"You killed my wife," Mallen said crossly.

"And you killed Iérti's wife. Had you spared Katlyn, you wouldn't be mourning Írásom."

"Would I have even met Írásom if Katlyn remained alive? Iérti was the one who brought her to me. I probably wouldn't have met her otherwise."