The Guardian of Dysarae

the unbecoming

Death was inevitable beyond the Garden.

Myer was the first to leave with her tail between her legs and her head hanging in shame, her arms were black with soot against the paleness of her skin. Her marks, the marks she had earned after years of servitude, had burned into her skin like a raging fire demanding reason for her cowardness.

The reason for that was never betrayed by Myer. The girl head her head up high before she reached the bend in the river of the lost. Cavalyn watched from behind the towers of the Mavaria's Temple, her head poked out from between two pillars while Corra tried to glance of her sister's shoulder.

"Valyn move," the younger girl struggled to see, Cavalyn turned around and hoisted her sister onto her back before he resumed her previous position. She leaned down even more to keep Corra's head hidden beneath the canopy that wove itself into the temple.

"Better?" Cavalyn asked with a tilt of her head to see her sister. Corra nodded and narrowed her eyes to see what was happening clearly. The sister could have recognised Myer even if she has crossed the ocean and was little more than a dot in their vision.

"Why is that happening to her?" Cavalyn shushed her sister quickly and glanced back at Myer. "Valyn, why is Myer there?" Her sister did not reply, and for the longest time, neither did she. Myer had her shoulders back, the stark obsidian of her hair was like a beacon to all those in the Garden, for only few had hair as dark as a raven's feathers.

Cavalyn mumbled under her breath and went rigid when Myer turned to look at those who surrounded her on her final farewell. When the dark hair girl moved around she caught sight of the sisters hiding between pillars and paused. A soft grin on her lips and sorrow in her eyes, Myer raised her hand and swiped it past her eyes slowly before she did the motion again but at her mouth, her hand tightened into a fist as her hand passed her parted lips.

Corra's eyes widened and she tapped the pillar in a familiar rhythm to the girls. Cavalyn looked down and held onto the back of her sister's legs tighter while she closed her eyes. "Corra, stop," the girl did not. "Corra, I said stop it," once more, her younger sister did not comply. "Stop it right now, I said stop it!"

Corra yelped when she felt a cold talons wrap around her torso and hold her away from Cavalyn, her eyes were wide and a luminous silver full of confusion turned into fear. Cavalyn back remained rigid but her veins bulged a dark violet that crawled up her arms.

"Cavalyn?" Corra asked, her voice small. "Cavalyn, Myer's fine, she's going to the river. The river will help her," she supplied but Cavalyn turned around with a snarl.

"Lies coming from my own sister's mouth?" she sneered. "You're just as naive as those you surround yourself with, you stupid girl, the river will not help her, it will never help Myer."

Corra shook her head and furrowed her eyebrows, her sister's eyes, now the darkest of green, burned into her own silver ones. "Its not a lie," Cavalyn let out a bark of laughter and had a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "It is not a lie, Cavalyn, the river of -"

"The Lost? The river of the Lost does not help people, it only takes them away and never returns them," her hands shook and the invisible talons that gripped Corra pierced her skin. "Just like Death."

Corra cried out and that sound alone brought Myer's attention to them once again, the girl's eyes were wide in alarm and she took steps towards them only to be pushed back by a barrier. Corra was too far away to hear what Myer yelled that day, but even now with her hands outstretched in the direction the sisters were in, Corra knew nothing of her friend's last words.

Cavalyn's eyes were ablaze but the fire dimmed at the shock of the blood that trickled down Corra's arms. She gasped and shook her head with an incantation being muttered beneath her breath. The talons of darkness were gone and Corra slumped forward into her sister's arms.

"I am so sorry, Corra, I am so very sorry," Cavalyn whispered into her sister's hair while she held the girl closer towards her. "I love you Corra, I'm so sorry," Corra lay frozen, her head propped up on her sister's shoulder.

Myer was being pushed away further into the bend of the river, Corra's eyes never left Myer's and the second the water touched Myer's foot, her eyes glazed over and her face fell from her natural fierceness to a complete daze.

The river sloshed around and alternated its current several times, a hum fell over the Garden that left a deafening silence once it passed, even Cavalyn paused her apologies. Myer's body was locked in a dance while her body passed around the strings of water surrounding her. She almost passed the bend when the strings struck her back, then her arms. Each string latched onto her and controlled her movements until she was stiff as a rock.

The girl threw her head back and screamed, Cavalyn hugged her sister and buried her head and in the younger girl's shoulder. Myer screamed like a caged animal aware that she had no hope left beyond the Garden. Corra wanted to run through the land that separated them just to stop her friend from suffering but before she could move Myer began to turn translucent.

The water around her rose up and encased her slowly while she turned from the colours of the moon's light and death's darkness to the same clearness that passed Corra's mind when she finally understood what was happening.

The river ran red with blood, blue with sorrow and black with sinstry, Myer had stopped her screeching and became no more. Her unbecoming left the Garden serenity in despair as from the temples opposite to the temple of Mavaria. Explosions of water made Cavalyn and Corra unsteady as they tumbled down the stairs of the temple. There was a roar of anguish before even it had to bow its head down to the death of a Wytlous.

Both the sisters had their eyes shut while they heard the first of the droplets of rain drop onto the forest beyond. The droplets were not crystilline as they have been the previous years in which it had rained. Instead, the droplets were scarlet and violet and darkness all in one. A sign that one of Wytlous' is gone forever.

Cavalyn murmured her dead friend's name before she sobbed quietly.

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yeah, I know, another story? :o this is the first in a fantasy series I'm hoping to be able to write and I hope it'll work out well ^-^ I hope you enjoy it and feedback is always welcome so please comment them.

-Zoe

p.s as usual, unedited.

p.p.s dedicated to @legendarykorra for making the cover, thank you, again :d