The rapid pace of the white horse's hooves slow down as it reaches the abandoned castle on the Island of Noriel. Melina dismounts from the horse and heads inside for the first time since meeting her father as a golden projection.
Making her way down the stairs and into the dark crypt, having to pick up a torch along the way this time around. The missing hood of darkvision has been missed greatly.
Melina steps into the crypt and looks at the statue of Kyladir holding his bow. Then looking at her father's sword, Radiant Snow.
"Kyladir, I know you heard me in the cells. I know you've seen me witness great pains..." she looks to her metal hands. "But I must ask one last favor. Grant me the power to kill my mother."
The torchlight flickers and an eerie silence fills the room and Melina steps back from the tomb, but keeps her eyes on it. "You tasked with me this mission and I can not do it alone. I need you, Kyladir. I need you, not my father."
The torchlight flickers out and leaves Melina in pure darkness. Under an abandoned castle of an abandoned island. No one would find her should she unexpectedly die here.
Golden mist begins to form in front of the statue of Kyladir. Slowly spiraling around and emitting a light bright enough to illuminate the whole crypt. Melina shields her eyes with her arm.
The light dims back down and standing there is Carsin, not Kyladir. Melina drops her burnt out torch and shakes her head. "Why?" She asks her father. "Why does he wish not to speak with me?"
"He thinks its best for me to take form. He wishes for you to see this through without his personal aid. He listens, believe me."
Melina tries to open her mouth up to argue, but she holds back and clenches her jaw shut.
"What brings you here this time?" Carsin walks over to a cave wall and looks up and places his hands on his sides. Like he's questioning the ceiling's existence.
"I need to be stronger, let me use your sword to its full power." Melina looks to Radiant Snow and steps up to it.
"Not how it works. The power can only be tamed through me. It's marked with my blood, my paladin oath. It's tied to me." Carsin stares at the ceiling a little more intently. Squinting his eyes.
"I have your blood though..." she turns and looks at Carsin distracted by the ceiling. "What? Why is that ceiling bothering you?"
"Oh." Carsin steps aside and points to the ground. "I woke up right there after I fell through a massive hole. Hundreds of feet it seemed... I don't remember landing, but I woke up here."
"You met Kyladir, an all powerful god because you fell?" Melina laughs. "Sounds kind of sad and funny.
"Back to the subject." Carsin walks over to Radiant Snow and Melina and stares at his old sword.
"You have my wrong blood." He says. "I didn't have the divine blood till after you were conceived. I was still a regular human."
Melina sighs and picks up the sword. "It has to work somehow." She examines it over and Carsin shakes his head in a silent no.
"Only me."
Melina swings it through the air a few times and Carsin smiles from the distance. Watching his daughter be this warrior.
Melina swings it one more time and suddenly the sword transforms in a quick light, almost instantaneous into a bow.
"Holy hells... it worked?" Melina observes the bow and Carsin squints his eyes in confusion. "How?" He walks up to Melina holding the bow and he takes it from her and returns the bow to its sword form. He switches it back and forth a few times before it drops from his hands in the sword form.
Carsin's form flickers and Melina picks it back up. "I didn't know it did that. What else does it do?"
Carsin opens his mouth but fades away completely and leaving Melina in the dark. A bright light reforms around Kyladir's statute and it begins to move. The bow lowers and he steps down from the tomb.
"You are temporarily able to use this weapon because of your resemblance to your father. I grant you one more blessing on my behalf."
A golden aura radiates around Melina and she stands there speechless as her body begins to feel so much stronger and then it begins to burn and her vision fades away.
Hours later, she opens her eyes to find herself sleeping at a table in a tavern. The same one she tried to shoot her mother in. She's in the fortress.
She feels this giant burn on her back and she can't help but try and rub it without knowing what that burn is.
But here she sits with her father's powerful sword? Bow? What is it's true form? And she's ready to kill her mother finally. Ready to get revenge for Dayton and all those innocent lives she took in the prison to be sacrifices to Syvic.
A drink slams on the table in front of her, the liquid lightly spilling over an edge. Melina looks to see her blue haired elven female friend standing by. Her swords at her sides.
"Not without me, Frosty."
"I said stop calling me that." Melina smiles and sips her drink. "I'm glad I didn't kill you by accident."
"It hurt like nothing i've felt before. Like the sun was placed on my body. I gotta ask one thing though." Elisia sips her drink and places it back down on the table.
Melina takes a drink herself. "What's that?"
"Your eyes. They turned red and you seemed to lose control. You even let out a war cry. What was that?"
"I don't know.." Melina leans back in her chair and looks away from Elisia. "I just found this inner rage within me. I'm sorry about that attack."
"It's fine. Just make sure i'm there to help you fight your mother."
"Deal."
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Frosted Ranger: Time's Illusion
FantasyD&D led story based off events coming from a character I play that romanced a NPC and had a child. This story is of that child. "Melina, if you follow your father's footsteps, you'll be right beside him. 6ft under dirt, 2 ft under snow." Melina Se...
