The Stars Speak

two - daughter of the black soul

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New Eldraic Vocabulary:

"Miraal" - Human

"Syraen" - Girl

"Zerrah" - Eldraic word to show respect to authorities

"Syraeni nero sol" - Daughters of the black soul

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Helyra picked at her fingers until they had begun to bleed. She winced slightly at the sharp pain and glanced down at her finger, watching the crimson blood rise to the surface. 

The councillor, slumped in his seat, in a pool of his own indigo blood.

She shook her head slightly, pushing the memory away. There would be other times to replay the events of that day but right then in the council room, she needed to stay composed. The air was thick and cold and she couldn't help but feel like they were all seated inside a tomb.  

The large, dark wood table in the centre of the room was surrounded by an array of seats, occupied predominantly by Nythor representatives, their expressions a storm of rage and revenge. Only a few human faces could be seen, their sorrow and fear stark against the anger of the Nythors.

The council's voices were a low murmur of agitation and grim resolve, punctuated by sharp glances and fierce gestures. Helyra's mind felt like a cloudy daydream that she couldn't quite wrap her head around. 

Mum is dead.

She shook her head again and this time glanced around the room to distract herself from her thoughts. Her father was seated beside her and next to him, her brother Kero who was doing his best to put on his brave face despite the glassiness of his eyes. Her father had miraculously survived the explosion but not without an assortment of injuries. Despite being in casts and bandaged up, he had shown up to the board meeting. 

Helyra's eyes watered slightly as she thought of the pain her father was experiencing and she had to turn away before her thoughts dragged her back to the place she was desperately trying to claw out of. 

Suddenly, the doors to the chambers swung open and in walked Councillor Ralvian, surrounded by his envoy of guards and soldiers. Everyone rose simultaneously and lowered our heads in respect as he took his appointed seat at the end of the table. After he was seated, we all sat back down. 

Councillor Ralvian was a handsome man — the Nythors were notorious for it. They looked mostly human except for some key features and a lot of magic. They were slightly bigger than a human could be and had the strength of a dozen. Their skin gleamed at night like moonlight and their eyes shimmered with the colours of magic dancing in the iris. Councillor Ralvian had a long braid of silver hair, adorned with gems and jewels. His eyes were a light grey and his hollow yet strong bone structure made him appear almost ethereal. 

"Ambassedor ir Miraal." 

Ambassador of humans.

Councillor Ralvian directly addressed Helyra's father, his piercing eyes wide and almost reptilian. 

"Yes, councillor." her father answered, his voice strong and steady. Helyra respected her father for his strength and his loyalty to his duty. 

"Would you care to offer your insights into the incident that occurred as of late." the councillor's voice was almost melodic and while his expression looked relaxed, his eyes told a different story entirely as he stared unblinking at the humans.