Welcome to My World

Chapter 47 Meanwhile in Xadia...

Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm making an effort to put more fan art in :) this is my OC Chant (Pronounced Shant, but she doesn't mind Chant) that I drew :) enjoy the story.

Edit: Please access Welcome to My World: Fall of Xadia Trilogy on Quotev to see the fan art. Thanks!

On the day of Opeli's funeral, it was dark, damp, and cold.

You might say it was like Viren's heart and soul.

The fires barely lit, not that there was a body to bury. Most of Katolis turned out for the event, all faces somber and silent, even those of the children. Sure, Opeli could be a prude and very serious, but she was also kind. Many people had been affected by her.

Viren was the most emotional of them, sobbing uncontrollably thanks to a Moon Arcanum spell called Fletus. ((He's like a Fletus for me- makes me cry out in disgust))

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the mourners above, in the caverns beneath the castle, Opeli woke up with a groan. She was perfectly fine. Her clothes were stained red, true- because of strawberry juice. She'd had an addiction to it, and had been secretly carrying around a waterskin of it.

Little did she know it had saved her life. The knife intended for her back had pierced the skin. She got up. She was in a dark area, but she could see lights ahead. She moved towards them. Only a table was in the room, and on it may three black balls. As she approached, they swirled to life, displaying images.

The leftmost ball showed a young, red-haired man. He was beating at the wall in frustration. The Crown Prince of Evenere.

The rightmost ball contained the image of a heavyset blond teen, his shoulders slumped in defeat. The New King of Del Bar.

The center ball held a scene of a young girl, not even a teenager, asleep on the floor, her fist curled protectively around a pendant. Queen Aanya of Duren.

Opeli stumbled back. Viren had the royals?! Of course she was right.

When it came to Viren, Opeli was 99.99% right. The .01% being how low that (PROTECT YOUR EARS) would stoop. But why? To convince the kingdoms to battle Xadia? Again? The first war had been a draw, with the princes disappearing. She heard reports that an elf was with Prince Callum, but after seeing Viren's handiwork, she doubted that it was the elf's fault.

Footsteps sounded, and Opeli scuttled back into the shadows. She'd make a plan.

After all, she wasn't head advisor for nothing.

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A few hours later, Aanya jerked away with a sharp cry. She'd attempted to pry at the wall and had gotten nothing but cuts and magically burnt fingers for it.

She was reluctant to check her pendant again, fearing that it was all a trick of her desperation, but when she opened the flower, it still glowed a soft, reassuring brown. She knew someone who would have loved to study it, then talk and talk and talk about it until Aanya was ready to kick her out of Duren for it.

But she was gone. She had been since the war. It was Viren's fault. She'd get him for it.

But first, escape.

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"You said you wouldn't hurt her!" The unusual-looking elf cried.

"I did nothing to hurt her." The wispy Aaravos said, his voice smooth. "She hurt herself."

"Why, you little-" she would have lunged forward, had her companion not held her back.