The price of madness vol.01 : Dream and Condemnation

Epilogues

                                                                                    A mortal love.

The Citadel was plunged into silence. Elka's speech echoed through all the stones within it as the Matriarch ground the hilt of her sword with her hand. She raged, encased in her heavy armor and muffled by her helm. Her loud growls made the guards standing at the various entrances to the room tremble and only the crackling of the fire dared to speak out. Suddenly she snapped her fingers. A Nar' a little smaller than the others then appeared in front of her, coming out of nowhere, and surprised the guards.

"Crush them." said the matriarch.

"Then he will be mine?"

"Yes."

                                                                   ...Don't fall far from the tree.

The young girl wearing beautiful armor with the emblem of an apple tree got up under the howls of the crowd. She humbly greeted them before the king spoke those enchanting words.

"Amaril Dafaris. Today, I make you the protector of our holy city. May you have the strength to fight evil again with as much bravery and courage as in your last fight. I place in you today the hopes of a good and prosperous future for the inhabitants of this city. We are all counting on you to carry this heavy burden. Until the Void takes you!"

"Until the Void takes me!" the girl swore, bowing.

                                                                                 8 years later...

Beneath a stormy sky, outside the gates of Betorum, stood two tall Nar' in black armor. Around them, the ground was strewn with many corpses both allies and enemies. They looked at each other like dogs, swords in hand. The first drew her sword. A magnificent black blade on a pommel, also in black leather, surmounted by a ruby shining like a star. Her hair turned completely white while her stare was cold and empty as ice. The ground froze under her feet and snow began to fall around her. Frozen tears streamed down her soft, sad face.

"Don't make me do this..." she begged.

The second put her sword in front of her and slowly drew it from its sheath. A shattered blade, reforged with ice on a blue leather pommel and topped with a giant wolf's fang. Her eyes shone like emeralds and her hair tinted black like a crow's plumage. A murderous aura surrounded her.

"We could never force you into anything, little sister."