The Resurrection Game: The last Winners

Chapter #32: Birth of a new queen

The sky shattered,
Shattered sun sky breeze
Turned heads up towards the sky
Of unknown people
Of far away lands.

Cries rang out,
Fear feeling it's fingers through bodies,
Choosing it's next victim.
Escape is sufficient,
Portals blasted from their power.

Trapped in a universe,
Or perhaps not.
Stuck in salvation,
Or perhaps not.

Aria could not believe it. Her breath felt heavy in her lungs and her eyes fel watery; yet her eyes felt dry. Her beloved, the Lord of Life, was laying motionless in front of her, his back turned towards her. Debris dug it's filthy claws onto his back, leaving scratches on his thin, frail body, thick blood running down his body into a poll of deep red water underneath him. It did not look like it was going to stop.
This cannot be happening, Aria begged herself as she held up a shaking hand, reaching towards Askel, this cannot be real.

What about being a team?

Askel smirked at Aria as she looked at him, surprised. The night was dark, and the sea below was clear, reflecting the bright white moon. Shining brightly, the stars and galaxies above them watched almost gleefully. The grass underneath them was wet with rain, but the blades felt soft and they crinkled underneath their hands like paper. Their legs hung over the edge of the cliff, dangling there as the wind played with them softly like wind chimes.
"A team?" Aria repeated, slightly confused.
"Ay, that's what I said," Askel smirked, his hands loosely in his pockets. As his black tail swayed, making the chains jingled, he continued, "out of twenty million people in this universe, there's a Lord who wants to be a team with you. You should be grateful of that, you know."
Aria rolled her eyes sarcastically, folding her arms, "I tell you everything about what had happened to me and you still want me to fight back? I'm traumatised! My whole family could possibly be..." Aria stopped before she could spill anything else out of her mouth. She became silent.
After a few moments, Askel stood up. He held his arms level with each other, his back towards the edge of the cliff. "Well, if I'm no use to you..." Asked muttered as he walked backwards slowly.
"Askel no!" Aria cried out, reaching towards him as he fell backwards.

But Asked had disappeared behind the cliff.

And then he rose back up, that obnoxious smirk plastered on face. When, Aria's racing heart stopped, she slapped him on the cheek. "Don't do that!" She gasped, almost relieved.
"Sorry," Askel chuckled as he rubbed his cheek, which was currently reddening, "I'm just saying: you can't refuse the offer. We're already bonded."

Bonded? Aria thought to herself as she folded her arms and turned her back towards him. "Hey, boo!" Askel cried out, almost sounding like a puppy, "I said I was sorry!"
Aria can't accept being part of a team with this idiot; this complete imbecile.

Aria could not accept it.

She could not accept it. She placed a hand on his cold shoulder and her heart almost stopped. He was not breathing. Gripping his shoulder, she quickly turned him around to face her. And then she got her answer. This is real.

Askel's tired face looked at peace and blood dribbled from his pale lips. His body was so grotesque, so twisted, that he looked like a used up, discarded tissue. The back of his white hair was shinged. He was clearly dead.

But it appeared Aria still could not accept it. "Wake up." She pleaded, her voice as quiet as a timer mouse, as soft as light drizzle of rain.

So what do you say? Let's be a team!

When Askel did not wake up, Aria's rage begun to cloud her eyes. She slapped him hard against the cheek.
"Wake up god dammit! What about being a team?!" She warbled, warm tears leaking down her cheeks.

Nothing.

Dropping her hands to the floor, she gripped onto the moist dirt soil as she continued to weep, her voice going louder. "We were supposed to be a team." She uttered under her breath, when the battlefield finally became quiet.

And then, rage began to bubble up inside of her again. She could feel it coursing up and down her veins, her muscles suddenly becoming tighter and energized. Electrical energy shot through her about one thousand times at once and it all ended at her fingertips.
She looked at her dirty hand as tears burred her vision once again. Of course, she couldn't wipe her eyes with a filthy hand, even through her time of sorrow, she had enough common sense. And so, with a flick of her wrist, she flicked the mud off of her hand.

And in the distance there was a huge gushing sound; a tree uprooted, making a huge crumbling noise, and threw itself towards a hill, making a huge bang noise. Sniffling, she looked at the tree in surprise.

Did... I do that?

Hurriedly, Aria rose to her feet and held out her hands in front of her, her fingers splayed apart. It wasn't possible; it must be a coincidence or some sort of hallucination. She had no magic. She must be wrong.
But she wasn't.
The wind suddenly picked up all around her, playing gently with her hair. It felt warm and there was a weird tingling feeling inside her guts. In her muscles, there was a sense of power that made her body feel tight, yet so right. This. This was what magic felt like.

But how was it possible? Slowly, she glanced down at Askel and her eyes widened in dumbfounded realisation.

How could she be so stupid?