fragile soul

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Tears stained her cheeks as she ran through the dark halls of the palace, even within her, how much she wanted to forget her past, she was unable to, even now that 2 years have already passed since the cataclysm. The last sight of her mother begging for her to go still lingered within her, "i am worthless aren't i? The only thing i can do is heal dead plants and nothing more, why do i still put in effort to live if the only thing i can do is an ability that no one wants," she said, putting her hands on her temple as she wailed, her eyes watering up as her vision grew slim, "no matter how hard i will try, i will never become as worthwhile then my mother ever was," her grip on her head tightened, kneeling down to the ground clenching her teeth as the headache worsened, "why has my story been so hard on me!"

She said, she tried to scream out of sadness, but before she could utter any sound, she dropped towards the ground like a lifeless body, her vision faded slowly, but before she fell into her deep slumber, she could see cilliya, reaching out to her from beyond the void, uttering a word she could not describe, as her eyelid closed like an iron ingot, she said "i want to be at least helpful for once, "MISS KREINHEARD!" Elisia yelled, desperately trying to find both veranos and lanei and now luxia, as he glanced around every corner he met, he could not find her, "i feel like i'm a mouse in a cornfield," he said to himself, feeling kind of humiliated allas, it was not far from the truth, "veranos! Lanei! Luxia!" he yelled again, racing through the unending corridors of the palace, time was ticking and he knew it, "come on, you're not a loser elisia," as he ran and ran, he met upon a large door covered in purple type liquid "the ballroom?" he said to himself, noticing the large gaches on the door, "what could have done this?" he said as he carefully opened the door, while trying not to touch the unknown substance, "looking for these two?" a soft seducing voice said from the dark corners, elisia gasped, beyond where he stood, were lanei and veranos, both tied up while veranos was covered in blood, "what did you do to them!" the woman laughed, mocking him for his disgust, "don't you worry dear, the little girl is unharmed, i have only put her in a deep slumber, she is not dead yet but will be if you don't choose carefully," she said, laughing maniacally as she stepped into the light, "i think we have met before haven't we elisia redark." elisia's eyes widened in shock, "but why?"

He asked, his voice quivering with rage, "well.. To be truthful, it only takes one sinner to take down a whole kingdom, get the king onto his knees for you and you have won!, and for me it's easier," she said, grinning as she stroked her dark red hair back behind her ears, elisia clenched his fists, inside wanting to punch her back to hell, "don't try sweety, i know what you are going to do," she said again, mockingly shaking her index finger as she stared into his blue eyes, "now, for the fun part, where is the girl?"

She said, elisia frowned, "as if i would give her to you," "wrong answer,"

She said, reaching behind her back to reveal a small knife, in a blink of an eye, she slit the arm of lanei as blood spurted out, lanei woke up screaming out of agony, "question two, where is she now, or do you want option 3?" she said again, grinning, "i have always wanted to do this,

Elisia held his mouth shut, refusing to lead her to luxia," "your choice dear"

She said again, only now stabbing lanei's upper thigh, her agonizing scream deafened the dark unlit room which still laid in ruins next to them,

"Question 3, the very last one, she is near the garden isn't she," elisia spurted with anger and annoyance, "look i don't know where she had gone too, but if you truly want her, then take me instead of the little girl!, the woman grinned, "very well, i will take your life if you lead me towards the wrong path," she said, releasing the knife out of lanei's thigh, lanei cried out in pain as she tried to wiggle herself free from the makeshift chains

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