A Mermaid's Legacy- Sebastian Sallow x MC x Ominis Gaunt

Chapter 53- Vita Mortem

What Was I Made For- Billie Eilish

Yvaine POV

Lying in the dimly lit chambers of the alchemists, my body weakened, and my breaths shallow, I found myself slipping into a mental and spiritual state. My mind became a battleground, a chaotic whirlwind of fragmented memories from the battle with Morgana, fleeting flashes of pain, and occasional moments of unwavering strength.

The havoc that Morgana had brought, the tumultuous Realm Battle, and the disruption of the ceremony had inflicted more damage upon me than anyone had anticipated. My magic, not having gone through the traditional process, now settled within my body in a turbulent and unsuccessful manner, threatening to tear me apart from the inside out.

In the midst of the turmoil, I fought to keep consciousness from slipping away. I knew that if I let go, I might never wake up again. But the pain was too much to bear, and I found herself drifting in and out of awareness.

My memories flickered before me, fragmented and elusive, making it challenging to discern where one began and another ended.

One memory transported me back to the Slytherin common room during my fifth year, where I first encountered Ominis. Uncertainty had clouded my thoughts as I tried to make sense of him. He spoke with an unwavering confidence, and it was only when he needed to head to class that I realized he was blind. His cloudy crystal eyes left a profound impression, as if they could peer directly into my soul.

Another memory flitted by, featuring Poppy and me in one of the student bathrooms. My recollection failed to grasp the cause of my distress at that moment. However, what remained vivid was her kindness and tenderness, the way her warmth enveloped me during that vulnerable time.

Another memory flickered into view, capturing the moment when my father had taken it upon himself to teach me how to fight. It had come after a frustrating conversation with Josephine, during which I had repeatedly stumbled over certain coordinating patterns.

My father had been gentle yet firm, determined to ensure I could protect myself despite our family always having guards by our side. We sat together in one of the castle's courtyards, our eyes fixed on the sprawling kingdom below.

"One day, little one, this will be yours to protect," he said, his gaze enamored by the view before he turned that striking crystal blue eye on me. According to him, he had lost the other during a training mishap. I had always wished I could have eyes like his when I was a child. Different flecks of blue mesmerized anyone that gazed at them.

The memory then shifted to the day he died, in the same place I found myself now. It was after a fierce battle with a leviathan, and I fought to keep this memory at bay, but it refused to be ignored. He died protecting me.

My mother sat beside him as he faded away, holding his hand as he slowly slipped into the embrace of the ocean. His body gradually disintegrated into sparkling particles of light, merging with the water until he was no more.

"From the ocean, you were forged, and so shall you return," she whispered, tears streaming down her face, each droplet floating away.

I pushed the pain and everything else away, feeling myself slowly slipping further into darkness. Collapsing onto the ground, I found myself lost, unsure of which direction to turn. The temptation to give up tugged at me.

"You mustn't do that, little one," a voice echoed, pulling me from the brink.

"Yvaine, come with me," another voice pleaded.

I peered into the darkness, seeing nothing at first. Then, gradually, a form began to take shape.

"Alaric?" I gasped, my voice catching in my throat as recognition dawned upon me.