First Light of a New Age

Chapter 46: The Elf Queen's Wrath

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2000, 3, 1st Week, January

"Your highness...?"

"My dear..."

"You whore..."

Faint and muffled voices echoed in Melian's ears. She felt nothing, numbness took over her body, leaving her unable to see or feel. Her mind was calm. It was as if her mind got flushed of all thoughts and stress and was replaced by a relaxing feeling of relative peace took over her.

She did not think of anything else but felt as if she was in bliss. She felt the urge to stay at the state she was in and never return to the everlasting torture which was the reality of all living beings. A state where she had no responsibilities, where she could finally rest and accept her mistakes and move on into another plane of existence, a higher plane, she believed.

She could only remember the faint memory of her being flung away by that demon in white armor. She recalled no pain, but a slight jolt from her stomach, which pushed her at high speeds and slammed her against a mountain.

And now she floated in bliss, relaxed in a manner in which she has never handled before. Slowly her numb body began to feel once more, and she felt as if she was drifting and afloat. She slowly opened her eyes and was greeted by a white light shined upon her, she couldn't see clearly, but the light was unlike anything she had ever laid eyes on.

The light was pure yellow, a taint of yellow which was so pure yet so dazzling to the eyes despite its simplistic nature. The golden light prevented her from seeing anything, and she was blinded for a few seconds. The light struck her eyes, but she felt no pain nor did she feel the reflex to close her eyes in response to such a bright light.

But she maintained her eyes. The light was calm and pleasing regardless of its intensity.

And then the light began to fade. Slowly, she could see what was before her. Little by little, she saw a golden maiden floating amongst the light. Her long light yellow hair curled around her legs and hips as it flowed through the air like a weed in the current. Her face was beautiful. Ample were her lips and chest while her eyes were a somewhat darker range of yellow.

She had a curved body and a stunning figure overall and little did Melian know, she was looking at the Elven Goddess' pure form.

In contrast to her previous appearance on the human carriage, this form was her purest and original form. The form which reflects her beauty and does it justice. The form which strikes fear among the denizens of this world and the form which exerts her position and power among all things, as what a deity should be.

The mystified Melian stared at her beauty, and her mouth was agape. The goddess smiled at her and slowly drifted towards the floating queen. As she drew near, her elegance became even more apparent to Melian's eyes.

"Welcome, Queen Floria Melian Shelberry."

Melian was speechless, her beauty was already unparalleled, and now her voice was as sweet as honeydew. Pleasant to one's ears and antagonizing to those against such pleasantry. Melian was further buried in awe and confusion, she now knew she was in the presence of the goddess, but she was not ready to meet her again, nor was she willing to even lay her eyes upon her pure form.

"I have come here to meet you, your Majesty."

Melian's mouth remained shut.

"You need not to speak, nor to fear me, for I have come here to bring you from death,"