So close to the end, my lovelies! Please continue to comment, vote, and share if you think this worthy. I love to hear from all of you! :) Tell me, did any of you see this coming? I did fix some pretty glaring errors in here, so thank you my lovely readers for pointing those out! There is now a chasm to walk through, actual disappearing hearts, and commas mostly where they should be! --Elizabeth, UPDATED 07/14/2017
Her heart ...when she reached for power from it, it was as though a wall, dark and endless separated, her from it.
Something they swore, they swore, was impossible.
Her sacrifice, her heart, a gift she could spend as she chose until the day she diminished. For the second time, it had been taken without her consent. If she could not reconnect to it soon, it would not matter how much or how little was left, she would diminish.
She would die.
Whoever had taken it would murder her without a single blow. Since the day the Icon had cut her heart out of her chest, she had never felt less human than she did now. The threads of power that kept her alive kept growing thinner.
All the Icons before, would they have known of this vulnerability? Who would submit to this office?
Without her heart, she needed to do more than visualize what she wanted. Like the Chosen, she would need to use the proper words and sacrifices. The need to stoop to their level irked her. Luckily, there was nowhere in all the world and three moons that had more ample supply of needed elements.
Buckets and pipes full of blood, baskets of hearts. The fool Chosen probably thought that you had to be nearby to access it, or that their words and rituals were a secret.
When she found her heart, she would discover who was behind this blight. Then Saiph would cut out their heart and present it to her as he'd sworn. She could almost feel that organ now, still wet, still warm, in her hands. She would use it up to right the wrongs that had been perpetuated. At least as many as one heart would allow. Then they could all go home.
"You are so beautiful," Saiph whispered in her ear.
She didn't look up at him, to do so would be to lose all focus, but she couldn't help the smile that played on her lips. Beautiful. Years of ignoring or hiding herself left very little feminine pride within her. Hearing those words made her feel as if her heart were still inside her chest. As if the black hole didn't exist.
Nothing would snatch him away from her now.
Fire and earth.
The ground woke, sleepy, and she could almost imagine it saying hello. Anthropomorphizing the world was silly, but it always seemed right to her. The world lived, and when she poured into it her heart and blood, it seemed to be as much a part of her as her own limbs.
She could not understand this place the way she had once understood Waterwall. The rock did not leap to obey her, the wind did not sing, the water did not flow toward her every whim. Everything she touched felt stagnant and heavy.
More blood, more hearts were necessary to move this place into obedience.
Taking a breath, she looked at the blood in the fountain, at the hearts, they began to vanish as they were consumed and transformed into power
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