The Eyes Of 'Rah

Prologue

The frigid night air swooshed around the brightly lit tower, a crisp stillness hung in the air, shrouding the world in a blanket of tranquility. Moonlight glistened on the frost-kissed tower which belonged to the most powerful spirit being in the realm, casting an ethereal glow on Phemorah as she gazed on the horizon, accepting her fate as the only solution to her predicament, aware of the anguished look, her loyal servant wore.

"Is there no other solution than that, my righteous?" Phorus asked sadly, wishing fervently his mistress could think of another way of ending the curse than the horrible method she just mentioned. When his mistress started using her abilities to help the living realm beside their realm, he had thought her powers were blessing since she could use it to aid mankind until they started taking a toll on her.

His kind mistress, Phemerah belonged to the Spirit realm. She had been his mistress from time immemorial, unlike other spirit beings with only one ability, like his mistress's close friends - the Moon Queen and the Sun King- Phemerah was blessed with multiple abilities, except that she didn't have a kingdom of her own to rule over, perhaps that could have occupied her time and prevent her from interfering with other realms as much. The moon goddess is the queen of the wolves and Lycans with the ability to tame them while the sun king rules over the vampires.

Phemorah had the most power among them. Her hands healed whatever she touched, her feet were blessed with the fastest speed one can think of, even the vampire were not as fast as she was. She can manipulate her blood to whatever she wanted it to be; poison as a weapon or food for the vampire, her fingernails could extend to claws, sharper than a needle; its mere touch could prickle the thickest of skin.

Phorus thought not of her stubborn streak which prevented her from overlooking the littlest act of injustice in the living realm. He had lost count of the number of times Phemerah had been warned to stay away from meddling with matters in the living realm.

"dear loyal subject of mine, fret not" Phemerah turned to face Phorus, seeing the worried lines on his forehead, "I know a time will come when these abilities will be the end of me" her soft voice was devoid of regret nor sadness, rather, of acceptance and submission.

Phorus spoke out of anger, "my lady, pardon my rudeness but this is not a blessing but a curse."' He wished he had been more tenacious in discouraging his mistress from using her abilities. Who knew having so much power could eventually lead to her fading away? Of what use is a power which cannot be used to help others? Resigned to the fact that she would pay him no heed, Phorus asked his mistress one more time, hoping his wish could be granted and his mistress would welcome any other remedy aside from the horrible one which will eventually make her frail.

Phemerah smiled, she understood quite well how loyal Phorus was and his reluctance in following her order, but what needed to be done, had to be done on time and at the right time. She knew possessing such amount of power always comes with a price and it is usually not an attractive one.

This had been the reason she didn't heed the warning of the elders about desisting from the living realm matters, using the short amount of time she could use to rid the world of as much unfairness as she could. If she transferred all her abilities to another, it could either kill them remembering how she had attempted gifting all to a human once and he almost died.

Phemerah had used her powers in helping the oppressed win wars they couldn't have won on their own, settling disputes and reclaiming lands and properties, freeing slaves and punishing bad rulers. So many a time, she had thought of what to do until she finally decided to share her powers among the different species in the living realm, at least, it might help them fight what might come later in future.

"Lady mine, how may I be of help?" Phorus asked with lack of enthusiasm, his hand hung low on his neck in resignation, feeling dejected and helpless. He knew deep down she needed to shed her powers, the constant pain had become unbearable even though it only made little difference without it, since her lack of power will end in being frail till she fades away.