Zeldris x Reader: Yearning

Ch. 18 Echoes of Destiny

(Y/n)'s POV

Days have passed, and the vibrant landscape outside my window became a blur of colors as I lost track of time. Each sunrise brought with it a renewed sense of hope, but as the sun set, the shadows of doubt crept in, reminding me of the distance between Zeldris and me. I had tried to focus on my training as the Oracle, immersing myself in the teachings of the goddesses, but the ache in my heart never truly faded.

I spent my days in the serene gardens, practicing my abilities and honing my connection to the realms. The goddesses guided me, their wisdom illuminating the path ahead, but every lesson felt like a reminder of what I had sacrificed. I could feel the power within me growing, yet it was accompanied by an overwhelming sense of isolation. I was surrounded by beauty and magic, yet I felt like a ghost, haunting the halls of a place that was not my home.

Each night, I would sit by the window, staring out at the horizon, longing for the familiar presence of Zeldris. I would close my eyes and imagine his voice, the way it soothed my soul, the way it made me feel alive. I could almost hear him whispering to me, urging me to stay strong, to not lose hope. But as the days dragged on, the weight of my situation pressed down on me like a heavy shroud.

I had tried to reach out to the goddesses, to express my desire to see Zeldris, to explain that my love for him was not a weakness but a source of strength. But every time I brought it up, their expressions would shift to concern, and they would remind me of the dangers that lay ahead. They spoke of balance, of duty, and of the responsibilities that came with being the Oracle. But what about my happiness? What about the love that fueled my very being?

One evening, after yet another fruitless discussion with Seraphina, I found myself pacing the room, frustration boiling over. "This is not how it was meant to be," I muttered to myself, my fists clenched. "I refuse to accept this fate without a fight."

I had spent countless hours studying the ancient texts, searching for any hint of a way to bridge the gap between the realms, to find a way to be with Zeldris without jeopardizing the balance they spoke of. But every lead seemed to lead to a dead end, and the more I searched, the more hopeless I felt.

As I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the intricate patterns of the tapestries, a thought struck me. What if I could use my connection to Zeldris to communicate with him? The bond we shared was powerful, and perhaps it could transcend the barriers that separated us. I had felt his presence in my heart, a warm glow that never truly faded. If I could tap into that energy, maybe I could reach him.

With renewed determination, I closed my eyes and focused on the bond we shared. I envisioned Zeldris, his smile, his laughter, the way he made me feel safe. I reached deep within myself, searching for that familiar warmth, and as I did, I felt a flicker of energy ignite within me.

"Zeldris," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Can you hear me? I need you. I need to know that you're okay."

As I sat on my bed, focusing on the bond between Zeldris and me, I felt a sudden surge of energy. My eyes snapped open, and I could sense a presence in the room. I turned to see Zeldris, Meliodas, Diane, Gowther, King, Ban, and Elizabeth huddled together, trying to hide from the guards roaming the halls.

My heart leapt with joy, and I rushed over to them, forgetting for a moment the dangers that lurked outside the sanctuary. "You're here!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with emotion. "But how?"

Zeldris stepped forward, his eyes filled with concern. "We heard your call, and we couldn't resist the chance to see you, even if it meant risking everything," he finished, his voice low and urgent.

I felt a lump form in my throat as I gazed at the group, my friends, my loved ones. They had come for me, despite the dangers, despite the warnings from the goddesses.