Sword Astraea

Storm

Bell laid asleep in his bed. His mind was still jumbled with the guilt of what he had done. But he was trying to move past it. Sleep was a good escape for him as he kept dreaming of time with his Grandfather.

Happier times.

His Grandpa was a light that faded away. Snuffed out within the jaws of death.

But he had a new light now. One burning brightly and lighting the way for him as he kept moving forward. The light was his goddess, giving him purpose and understanding.

Giving him the familial love he was searching for.

Bell tossed in his sleep. His face calm and resting as he laid on his back. The moonlight shone through his room, bathing it in its glory.

But it also highlighted a figure floating above the ground.

She was a pale, ghostly figure. Her body was a translucent green. She floated slightly above the ground with her hair flowing in an ethereal wind.

She looked down at the sleeping Bell. Seeing how calm and peaceful he looked.

She floated forward and brushed the back of her hand against his cheek. Feeling the warmth his body provided.

She stared at him for a few more minutes. Her eyes full of longing and regret. She leaned down and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

Bell stirred slightly but didn't awaken. The woman kept her gaze trained on him. Before removing her hand and disappearing entirely.

Leaving Bell the only remaining occupant in his room.
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Bel awoke the next morning to a cloudy day. The sun was buried beneath dozens of gray clouds. Like any minute, they would open up, and the sky would start weeping.

Bell sat up and stretched, his sheets falling down and resting in his lap. Bell threw the sheets off him and threw his legs over the side.

His feet touched the ground, and he walked over to his dresser for a new pair of clothes. However, something felt odd to Bell.

Two words he had never thought of before floated around inside his brain. He didn't know where they came from as he hadn't read them or heard them before.

Yet there it was, on the tip of his tongue, waiting to spill from his lips.

"Silentium Eden"

Bell felt as if his body was wrapped in an invisible blanket. He didn't feel any weight on him, however, but his mind started to drain.

Bell was confused on what was happening. He assumed this was magic, but he didn't know what it would do.

He also wondered if he got another magic from one of his long-dead familia members. He had so many questions and no answers.

So, with a thought, he turned his new magic off and felt the blanket around his body disappear. He looked into his mirror and sighed.

So much had happened these last few days, and Ryu was still in danger from the woman with brown hair. Bell wanted to help keep her safe, but he didn't know how to.

As it was right now, he was still too weak. But that could change. It would change. He just needed to head back into the dungeon.

With a sigh, Bell grabbed a new pair of clothes from his dresser and saw his face in the mirror once more.

He noticed his hair was getting longer. He hadn't had a haircut since before his Grandpa died. Mainly because he was the only one who ever cut his hair.