The Lost Ones.

The Sacrifice.

She sat next to him, his throne overpowering which looked dainty in comparison. She looked out, her amethyst eyes honed towards the people laughing and talking. She let out a sigh and looked up at Druvic, busy.

Her eyes wandered around the room when she stopped and blinked looking at the far far corner of the room. Whispers filled her head as she clenched at the arms of her throne looking at the cloaked figure, appearing to be a woman.

The grey once silver cloaked looked tattered and old, but a white aura surrounded the woman. Everyone else continued with the celebration of the Diagnon, the time of grace and fortune in hopes of increasing the luck for the Elisandria kingdom.

Lenore...else nev'andra'an...A strange, but oddly familiar voice filled her head. She blinked at the strange voice trying to decipher the words. Before the words started to make sense, a powerful hand was placed over hers causing her to jump and blink. She looked up at him, Druvic, his blue eyes turned a piercing green staring down at her and she gulped.

"Adronna is ready to make the blessing and sacrifice. Are you ready?" He stated sternly staring at her.

A tremble slivered down her spine and curled her toes. "U-uh..." She looked out realizing everyone was watching her. Her nails pressed into the wood then simply nodded; her expression stone cold.

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Druvic and Lenore stood outside in front of an altar, while Adronna stood on top chanting and saying loud prayer commencing those who were speaking to quiet down as the sacred ritual began.

She bit her bottom lip watching her and cleared her throat when she stopped. A person before her was carried, barely breathing, and she watched the soon to be dead man; his body looked just of skin and bones.

Her hair fell over her face, and she shook her head but was suddenly pushed as Druvic ushered her ready to perform the ritual then the blessing. She looked at the overpowering steps that turned intimidating, it was always so hard each 5 years.

She gulped and took a small step then made her way higher and higher. Her wings beginning to flex, and when she reached mid-way she took flight speeding up the stairs then stopping her body straight as her wings flapped hovering above the ground watching Adronna.

She gulped as the sorceress began the chant:

Els' Dranum Vahl.

May We Bring Wealth(Chants the crowd)

Be'nehlim shu va.

Upon You In Exchange

Elistera'an, vehm khol rah.

For You Continuous Blessing

"Sh'iel AVAHT HAH Hue Let Ach-Ta!" Adronna cried out and with her response, Lenore flew up in a circle turning into a bright light.

She twirled to the top then summersault in the air then landed straight in the air her hands spread out as gold flakes came from her hands littering the ground like snow.

She landed slowly hovering over the stories and whispered, "May this sacrifice honor you and this soul be accept in the Ritual of Death in peace."

Her hand jutted out bring a sword of pure gold light. The jem on the amulet beginning to pulse as her hand thrust strong into the man's heart. She watched as his soul left his body and he rose anew and happy towards the clouds above watching him. She let out a sigh when he stopped outside the dark doors and entered.

She bowed her head to mourn the dead man that sang a loud tune joined by the crowd:

Time oh time, to do what's right.