The Elven Powers

Chapter Twenty Three: Morgel's realization (Morgel)

I was beyond words and boiling in the anger within me once again. I had experienced it so many times. It was always Galandria's fault. Why did she have to be such a burden to me? She had sparked such fury within me. She could just let me be couldn't she? No, she had to remind me. Always. She had to put me in a bad mood. I wished I could be kind. She just wouldn't allow it, ever.

All a person ever wants from another is their love. Surely? I'd like to believe that a person only wants to love and be loved in return. Not just the kind of love between a man and a woman. A love where people use daily acts of kindness to make life better. Where people protect one another. Too many people put up with injustice. Injustice doesn't die unless it is pointed out. People hide it within themselves. They pretend they are doing the right thing, blinded by the fact that it is never pointed out.

It is true that Galandria still didn't know what she had done to me. All people are blind to their own ways. It seems, as terrible as it is, that only something dramatic actually wakes people up. I was done with preaching to her. I had ignored her, attacked her, verbally abused her but it was always impossible to make her see. It is easy to ignore just one person who doesn't agree with you. 

I stood and began to walk across the clearing. I took large strides over the mossy turf. The muscles in my body were ridged as I did so. I turned, rather too sharply, to study Galandria's face. I came to a halt breathing heavily as I did so. Her features where shaped with a variety of emotions: confusion, fear and a slight underlying anger. This only made me more angry. As a result, I grasped the tree nearest to me as the memory resurfaced. 

This was not like the other times. The memory was stronger this time. It caused my vision to blur and my senses to be dulled. The world faded out as I relieved the memory. Each sequence went by with sudden clarity. It was like I had been transported back in time.

The hard wooden chair pressing against my back. The smell of parchment and ink. The sound of running water. The taste of realisation. The view out of the palace window, depicted in a new profound vibrancy. I watched. I watched my love fade to hatred. I stare at the copy of Ardeth's history below me. Then back at the copy I had made. Then back once more. It all made sense. It stung my mind and my heart. If Galandria had abdicated from being a Guardian, we both could be free.

It was true. I had made that copy and discovered the passage. Two, chosen as Guardian's had done it, they had ignored the ritual. The one chosen as Guardian had abdicated. He, spilling his blood on the tree, had disconnected himself from the role of being Guardian. The second Guardian, being called upon, repeated the process. 

They had done it. Reverted fully back to a normal life. They went on to be completely uninvolved. I envied that. With every fibre of my being. Still, I hated Galandria over that. That emotion was much stronger. She knew she didn't have to do this. Knowing her she never even asked. She just thought of the fame. I knew that as soon as I read the document. She never could stop thinking of herself. 

I refused to put up with this anymore. "You are so selfish." I mumbled, my forehead resting against a tree trunk.

"What?" I dug my nails into the mossy bark. My muscles were tense and shook, as adrenaline rushed through me.

My bottled up emotions, screamed out of me full force. "You are a selfish brat! Why did you do it!?"

She just fixed me with a blank expression then muttered. "Maybe, you should sit down."

"I am done with that!" I screamed at her. "I am done with taking it. You!" I pointed at her accusingly. "You, ruined my life!"

"You're the one acting so bitter all the time!" She shifted blame. "You could just allow people to like you!"