The Enchantments: Book 4 - The Key of Mulastef

Chapter 33: Revival

The initial shock of finding out the truth was lost on Simeneon as she felt the pull, and the smell of bread invaded her senses. It was a weird experience as she sensed her body begin a metamorphosis that left her confused and uncertain, but it was the loss of weightlessness that turned her inside out. Through the process, she had looked down at her hand staring in shock as it became translucent and she remembered. The anger hidden away soon flooded through her again and she found herself moving through the air towards the storm raging overhead. Rain pelted down passing through her like she wasn't even there. There was much truth to this as she peered nervously towards her prone body lying unmoving on the sides of the railway tracks becoming smaller and smaller and she wondered if she would ever see her humanity again.

The pull of the key inside sent her forth to the battle that was raging around her. Did she have to worry about the bullets that she knew soon would fire from all directions? The large weather-beaten brown envelope glistened in the translucent rain that mirrored the storm surrounding its exterior. The fortified metallic gondola below reflected the lightning hung tight to the frame of the envelope fastened by unseen struts. The walls riddled with holes Simeneon knew to be bullets. They crossed the main section of the gondola in a ragged pattern telling her the blimp had seen action earlier on.

She sensed anxiety coming from inside as she flew directly at the door hanging loosely from its hinges. She broke the barrier feeling a sensation of cold that enveloped her causing her to become disoriented as she crossed the threshold. She flew across the floor in a state of no control that is until she crashed into a large metallic trunk with a head splitting crack. She rolled over and touched her head as the swimming from the impact sent spikes through her head. Thinking that pain receded when you were a ghost made her question everything that she was doing.

She moved ever so slightly when a high pitched voice boomed down at her. "I would suggest you stay still and don't move; it would be a shame to have to kill you."

Simeneon froze.

He stared down at the figure which lay unmoving upon the parched earth. The feeling of triumph he thought he would feel after seeing her body left him like the betrayal he had felt during his banishment from the other realm. He wanted to relish in Simeneon's state, but he had hated her for so long, that the emotion had evaded him. His eyes unmoving from the corpse before him a niggling sensation flitted through him, it confused him and scared him at the same time.

'What was it?' Sly asked himself.

"I'll tell you what it is?" Mogat said moving in beside him and looking down at the brave little girl. "It's a pity."

"Not a chance in hell," Sly said with a shake of his head.

"Remember boy I can see your thoughts." He glared at Sly. "All the time you tried to make this girls life a living hell, deep down you admired her."

"You're delusional!" Sly said with a hiss in his tone.

"Am I?" Mogat said and floated around the body so he could see the burnt face of the young man. "If you had hated this girl so much you would have run up to the body and kick her with every ounce of your being. Instead, you stand over her and look."

"WHAT COULD I DO TO THE BODY THAT HASN'T BEEN DONE ALREADY?" He screamed.

Mogat was in his face in a matter of a microsecond. "Don't you begin to believe you don't admire everything about this child's life? You see her as someone you want to emulate. She has turned tragedy into a life of friends and family, something you were negligent in trying to achieve."