Suddenly everything clicked. Well, almost everything. Why Elyon was giving me a friendly tour, why the person who invaded my privacy was so familiar. Even why I was here. I was warned that people would try to sway me; I never expected the betrayal to be so close to my heart.
Blind rage shrouded my brain, my hands found Elyon and pushed him to the ground, out of the way. I didn't wait even a moment to think, just reacted. I spun, hitting a framed painting. Blood started coming out of the cuts on my hands, but l hardly noticed it or the pain as adrenaline spread through my body. A bright blue light emerged from my hands and the energy flew and hit my mother. She slumped down to the ground, unconscious, as I grabbed a piece of broken glass and cut her leg, drawing blood. Words fell from my mouth, in a language l had never heard before, but still somehow knew and understood. It was a spell and, as the blood dripped onto the ground from my mother's leg, it was sealed.
Adrenaline gone, I dropped the piece of glass, falling still beside my mother. Meanwhile, I attempted to stand and my sight immediately went black as I tumbled to the ground, on top of my mother as she took her final breath and I went unconscious.
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I was floating. Drifting, higher and higher. My body was still on the ground. Elyon was shaking my mother, less worried about me. I looked up and then drifted out of the house from the ceiling. I was merely a spirit. Floating, place to place. My surroundings were as I imagines. Almost. Woods lay north, east, and south. To the west, however. It was a field. No easy escape anyway. I looked north. A village. Smoke rising from the houses. Much smaller than the large house below me. A tower peaked above the rest of the buildings. A government building probably.
Come to me, my daughter.
I spun in circles, still rising towards the sky, the clouds, the sun, the stars. Where did the voice come from? It was a manly voice. A familiar voice.
Come to me, my beautiful queen.
Its, his, voice was tempting. I looked up only to see cages, bars, barring me from rising too much higher. Weightless. Shrugging, I looked down and felt the decline. Gradually, my acceleration increased until I was hitting the ground. No. Passing through it. Temptation was gone. I want this. And that's when I came to a sudden stop.
My vision cleared. I felt heavy, no longer weightless. No longer a cloud. Yet, in a way, I still felt light. Free. Freedom surrounded me. I could feel it. Everything I dreamed, it felt like it could happen: I could do whatever I chose I wanted to do. No punishments. No regrets.
I was in a hall, dimly lit, yet I could see through it like crystal. The wall was there, I felt it. At the same time, I could put my hand through it. It felt like running water, cool to the touch.
"You like my home."
I pull away from the wall and turn to see a man standing there. Watching me. His face was one of amusement. His statement was just that. A statement. As if he could read my thoughts. Something only I could do if l tried hard enough.
The man laughed, the sound of it echoing through the hall. "Welcome, Adèle," he said, a glint in his eye. "You are finally home. I've waited years and years to be allowed, possibly, to meet my baby girl."
My face, of course, was one of shock. "H...home?"
"Yes, home. One day we shall be able to talk, but today our time is limited." He paused. "Actually, it is up."
I start to talk quickly. My vision, it was starting to blur already. "When can l see you again," I managed to shout out.
"Soon. I will visit you soon," the man replied simply, just before disappearing from my sight. His final words feel like they were floating on a wind as I was whisked away, traveling faster and faster upwards.
