Arman sits at a table in the main hall of Galath Nalore, turning the wedding ring over in his fingers as he remembers what had happened to his wife. How she had died.
And how she was sitting right across from him, wearing a veil.
"Arman, I know it's hard to take this in, but it is me."
Arman looks at Medusa, trying to understand what had happened to the woman he had loved.
"'A lot to take in?' That's the worst understatement I have ever heard! I thought you were dead! And now here you are, a Gorgon, definitely not dead, and telling me that you lead an entire army!"
Medusa cringes away from him, the snakes on her hair coiling faster around on her head.
"It's still me, Arman. I am still who I was before..."
"No, you are not." Arman says, cutting Medusa off before she could continue. "My Perrenelle would never be able to lead an army. She would never do anything to harm anyone."
Medusa's tone turns cold. "I did what was needed to get back to you. Nothing was more important than that."
"Even changing your name?"
Medusa flinches at that. "I needed a new name. One that would instil fear into those that met me."
"And thus, you are not my Perrenelle."
Medusa merely lowers her head, and starts crying.
"So you do not love me any longer? I will never be yours?"
Arman, with sadness in his voice, simply says "No. You can never again be mine."
Medusa jumps up, her chair scraping the floor. "It was a mistake to come here. I made a terrible mistake. I shall not turn on you or the Elves, but neither shall I go into war with you." And thus, she turns to leave, only to bump into a man that glowed as if a fire burned within him.
"Where do you believe you are going, witch of stone?"
Medusa stumbles back, clearly not expecting the man to be standing there. "Who are you to stop me, Medusa, queen of the Gorgon tribe, from returning to my kingdom?"
"The one who rules all, Onaj Koji Hrani." The man smirks. "You shall not leave without answering one question first."
Medusa laughs. "And how am I supposed to believe that you are The Pure?"
Very briefly, the man's head changes to that of the Dragons, and Medusa freezes. "So you are real."
The man laughs. "Yes, I am real. But I will die in this war. Another shall take my place."
Medusa simply tries to leave again, but is stopped by the man.
"My question is thus- How does... he intend on attacking?"
Medusa laughs. "An all-out assault. Be warned. The Izvanredni Okrugi have joined him." And with that, she left. Arman looks at the man. "So you are the One Pure then?"
The man turns to him, piercing blue eyes watching him. "I am. And I have come a long way to train you. Don't waste my time, else all is lost."
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Battle of the Pure
خيال (فانتازيا)This follows the tale of a man named Arman. Born in the small village of Hampton, Arman follows a man to the woods, and finds a secret world. And that world is at war. As Arman tries to unravel the great power he has found within himself, he finds t...
