Arthur 4 : The return of the prince

Chapter 17

"He will succeed," Selenia repeated again. She was thinking about Eldarion and what he could do while his absence was beginning to make a serious impression throughout the village. The worry was palpable, without Eldarion to guide or defend them, the repair of the passage was now pending and the village had become more vulnerable to attacks.

She also thought of Arthur, the pain and sadness he must have felt following the death of his grandfather. She herself had been impacted by the death of the genius who allowed her people to reach unprecedented heights. She was back in the village 4 days ago. Since then, her thoughts have turned mainly to her beloved prince. If only she were there to console him...

It has been over an hour since Selenia reflected on Eldarion’s words. The impossibility of changing the past, the need to become better than she and he were once, the fact of having been the receptacle for the Goddess of the forest without her realizing it... All this gave her something to think about. She was lying on her bed, inside her house, completely renovated. There was nothing left about the rubble of furniture that remained from the carnage she had caused following her despair. Everything has been repaired or replaced. Beautiful new furniture had taken place and the whole decoration of the house had been redone, especially when Selenia saw the magnificent flowers placed in front of her window. Betameche and Gwidalia had very good taste in decoration.

Then came the moment when she heard the cry of a guard from the central door. A cry heralding good news:

"Arrived from the autarch Eldarion to the central door! "

When the news came, Selenia leapt out of bed. She opened the door of her house and began to trot in the direction before engaging in the crowd in jubilation came to welcome the nyrilorn. Despite his disgrace, it seemed that Eldarion always aroused as much admiration and always inspired enough respect and this was enough to reassure Selenia who in her heart feared that Eldarion would be greeted only with coldness and contempt.

"You seem happy to see the Ghost of Batilga again, my daughter. It’s pleasantly surprising of you." intervened the king Sifrat perched on Mogret who had just arrived to the right of his daughter.

"Times are changing, father, and so am I. We have to, for the better." said Selenia in return before seeing with happiness the arrival of Miro, Betameche and Gwidalia.

"We are delighted to see that this journey is allowed you to get rid of your ailments Selenia," declared Betameche, who threw himself into the arms of his sister. Selenia smiled at this loving little brother.

"I am not fully healed, Betameche. I have one last thing to settle for myself. But don’t worry, everything will be fine," she replied with a smile on her face.

"We wish you to heal, Selenia,." concludes Gwidalia by putting his hand on the shoulder of Selenia who nodded his head as confirmation.

"Well, open the door!" ordered Selenia aloud, eager to see what Eldarion had prepared for them both.

Reacting quickly to this order, the guards moved to maneuver the door which opened slowly but surely.

When the door was sufficiently opened, heavy metal footsteps began to resound, and it was by opening the eyes of a glowing blue that Eldarion revealed himself, still as impressive, and the luminous gaze reflecting from the same flame, of the same determination that the Goddess of the forest had rekindled in his heart.

As he began to walk with uprightness and discipline towards the royal family under the cheers of the people of the first kingdom, Selenia smiled at Eldarion who returned it to her, making it clear to the princess that his journey allowed him to find what he was looking for, especially when Selenia noticed that Eldarion was carrying something on his shoulder. It was not his magic hammer obviously, but rather a large bag of oak leaf, rather well filled. She could also see the handle of a sword behind his encased back.