Hexe - The Great Exodus

[CH. 0024] - Zonnestra

Vacahure

Vah−kuh−hyur

Type: Noun

Meaning: Derogatory term specifically used to refer to a woman, embodying negative stereotypes and prejudices, such as whore, bitch, slut,

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Forty-four days of solitude in a cramped room had taken its toll on Yeso. His body languished in weakness, each muscle aching with the effort of the slightest movement. The irony of being trapped in such a minuscule space, guarded by a door so disproportionately large, was not lost on him. Hunger gnawed at him relentlessly; he hadn't eaten in as many days as he'd been confined. Tapwater was his only companion, apart from her.

"It won't work," she said, her voice cutting through the heavy silence of the room.

Startled, Yeso summoned his strength, pushing his torso up to sit on the bed. His eyes found Eura, who was seated on the floor, engrossed in her book. Her hair had grown as long as the end of her back, in contrast to himself, who just grew a few centimetres.

She was always reading, except when she etched cryptic messages on the walls. All her books were from the same author, Professor Edgar Duvencrune.

Yeso knew she was a figment of his imagination, a phantom born from isolation and despair. Yet, to him, she was as tangible and important as any flesh-and-blood person. She had become his confidante, his imaginary saviour in this unending nightmare. What other reason could she be here if not the fruit of his imagination?

"What's not going to work?" he asked, his voice hoarse from disuse.

"The vault was built to contain the power of the Sun. I've tried to break it before. It doesn't work," she replied without looking up from her book.

"Maybe you're not strong enough," he challenged weakly.

She calmly turned a page. "You're funny," she remarked with an ironic smile.

"Am I?"

"I am as strong, if not stronger than you," she stated matter-of-factly.

"And why would that be?"

Closing her book with a soft thud, Eura finally turned to face him. "Because I'm the sun that burns over land, sea, and sky," she declared.

Yeso's chuckle broke the heavy atmosphere in the room. "The Sun can only have one Master, and that is me. You'll have to find another Spirit."

"Is that so?" Eura's response was casual as she redirected her attention to her book.

Driven more by a need to entertain his starving mind than by curiosity, Yeso leaned forward. "May I ask you a question? Who are your parents?"

"The Winterqueen and the Elven King!" she answered without hesitation.

"Finnegan?"

"Finnegan Berdorf, yes!" Eura confirmed.

A burst of laughter escaped Yeso. "That's how I know I'm hallucinating. Finnegan is..."

She cut him off, her tone nonchalant as she turned another page. "No need to be rude. I'm not stupid. I'm adopted."

"You're adopted?"

"Probably. My mother is as frigid as winter, and my father isn't prone to female companionship. Also, I've never seen those two together. So, I must be adopted."