THE BLESSED CURSE

2)IN LOVING MEMORY

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(If you have read the last part ,you perhaps know i am using a made up language named the "Ancient language", Arethousa's pov will be filled with this language,to know its translation,look at the associated line in the brackets beside the dialogue)

Arethousa :

It is not a dream.
It is not a dream.
It is not a dream.
It is not a dream.
It is not a dream.
It is not a dream.
It is not a dream.
It is not a dream.
It is not a dream.
It is not a dream.
It is not a dream.
It is not a dream.
It is not a dream.
It is not a dream.
It is not a dream .

"Zoi wre na go" , I finally told to myself ( It is not a dream. )

It translates to the same thing I have been repeating ,the difference between the former and the latter is the latter also works as a spell for me .

These recurrent visions I am having since I had arrived in this forest are not dreams . Everytime I have those visions ,I repeat those words to myself .I need to constantly remind myself about my identity, about the things that regularly happen ,my life and everything in between.

Mountain Aztec is my home . The forest of Guanevere is where I spend my time . The kingdoms and the world alike perhaps don't know me that well .They know that there is a dark entity whose shadow eclipses their kingdom. And that dark entity is me -Arethousa Naine Ardath Kleio of Forest Guanavere. 

I am someone who doesn't love to bother anyone until they show up infront of my door ,in most instances they have a sword and they want my head . I don't have any choice to show them mercy because to show them mercy ,I have to give away my life . My birds tell me that bringing my head back to their kingdom would make them powerful and formidable enough. What the people coming after me don't understand is I am powerful and formidable enough .

When I stumbled upon Guanevere,I didn't know my name . I was taken under the wing of a enchantress  family . There , I had my rebirth . I sworn to that legion and myself, no one will have the power that they once had on me ,the power of the bewitchment that made me forget my origin . They named me. Arethousa .

"Fyure za guern",said one of my birds. (You have a guest)

My birds don't belong to this realm. Each bird are created from the mental capability of the creator . In a way ,I am their mother and protector.

"You think I expect a new arrival to my doors ", I said to her .

They cannot talk in the common language. Ancient. Language is their only medium. They understand common language but can't speak them. She urges me to go towards my doors .

"Honourable person , how should I address you?",I said while approaching my doors .

There are many things about me which the world doesn't know ,one of them being I am good host . Ofcourse the reason they don't know this is because they don't get to return .

" Witch stop your foolery , I won't get fooled by your pretty words . Words are your weapon, I know that much .",the stranger said to me .
I can see him shivering due to the uncanny cold I have created in my home . He continued , " I am the warrior of Kingdom Zenyne in the south ,the king called me his best warrior . I am here to take your head , I will take it and present it to my king."

Kingdom Zenyne is known for its warriors. They are one of the kingdoms who have my respect since they will never try to ditch anyone in a war or a fight . They win everything by fair play unlike many other people who came to my doors .

"Brave warrior,I always respect my guests. I know a lot about your kingdom . I am honoured that you came here but why do you want my head ", I asked him .

"Because it will prove how you are no real warrior . You are a scorn upon this world ,and I am taking this responsibility on myself to relieve the world from you .I will be yo....",he could not continue what he was saying ,his mouth curved into an uncomfortable status . His limbs lost their power . His body went high up in the sky and finally fell down . His mouth oozed with blood .

Blood bending .

I was given the name Naine when I was the first witch here to completely take over blood bending without accidentally bending my blood . I remember the day . They were teaching me new things when one of the Snow leopards suddenly grew ferocious on us . They are our tamed beasts and thus we were worried . The older enchantresses were trying to re-enchant him but failed . I was an inquisitive trainee . I used to read books ,sometimes which I was not permitted to . There I learnt the spell Ta yre ki wa . When I uttered those words , suddenly the beast could not move and choked on his own blood . The older enchantresses witnessed what I had done . Even I was amazed .

Mother Zora renamed me as Arethousa Naine of Forest Guanavere.
I glanced at my hair . It has turned redder . Each time I blood bend a new creature,my hair turns redder than the last time . When I glanced at the body of the warrior , I remembered that he was saying something . I know what he wanted to say .

I finished what he started saying ,
"I am your doom."

Author's note:
So this is Arethousa ,the bad entity.
An enchantress like her will have a fight with our princess Felicia,it is worth reading .

However I can't help but say ,Arethousa is my favourite here .

Qotd: What is your opinion on Arethousa?

Random question: another character you love who can blood bend?

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