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Milen
It began, again.
In an open field of seemingly endless red roses and jolly butterflies, was a fair little girl not older than six years of age squatting, playing with dirt that escaped into her nails and dirtied her hands.
Her gaze shifted from the mound of mud puddle and sequoia youngling stuck in the middle, to a fairly older boy with long golden hair that tailed the wind rushing past his face.
"Brother," she spoke. "look how big I made it grow."
Her innocent smile was so beautiful that it stole the grace off her flowery gown tugged at at all corners by the wind, with it did the perverted wind flare her black wavy hair that danced too to it's tune.
"With time big brother, I will soon be as good as you." She cheerfully said.
"My magic and yours are very different, but sure, you will be a master at nature magic than any there have ever been."
Her brother smiled back before he walked up to her, lifted her into the air, and began to spin about as she chuckled and jokingly protested.
"Burn her!"
"Away with the witch!"
"Cast her into the well...Drown her!"
Like blowing away chaff did the beautiful scenery of bright red and warmth fade away, and was enveloped with a dark dreary space, having an angry horde of men with pitch garden forks and lit torches.
"Kill the devil's spawn!" An extremely dreadfully scream lurched at ear's length, and immediately a partly naked woman was attacked, pushed, and dragged towards a mountain of rampaging fire, and finally thrown into it.
Deaf to her kicks and pleas they nudged her into the furnace. Taken aloft by her plight, they folded arms and watched her demise.
The agonizing scream from this woman as the flames licked her flesh, struck the chords of engraving despair, and with it was the darkness that then clutched her flesh, and pulled the woman into the skies until she and this darkness vanished.
"Midara Requiem." Those were the last words of this woman he could remember, while the darkness was seeping in and slowly consuming her.
It ended, again.
"Ailith!" Milen screamed and jerked up, his chest drumming, and his heart racing. The air was icy, and like daggers did it slice through the parchment of his skin, cutting into every part made bare to the ocean's wind.
He sat up and still, letting the replay of the same dream that had been haunting him for months, to dig out the fear he had buried down decades ago. Most times it were with more details, sometimes lesser, but they were all similar: A beautiful fair child dancing about in a garden of rose, a woman who is burnt to death, or another struggling within darkness.
Neither of these females were people he had ever had contact with, and the most peculiar thing about these women, were their unique name, Ailith, a name in all his travels has never heard, not even in a whisper.
It took him a while to recover from the piercing jabs around the corner of his head; Sirens are not creatures to be messed with. Luck was in play when the scaly daughters of Poseidon had taken the rest of the men, leaving the ship unharmed. That was truly good luck, as nobody escapes sirens alive.
"I see you're well?"
Amelia's face was the first his blurry eyes parted ways to meet.
"How are you alive?" Milen pouted as he asked.
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Sealed In Darkness
Fantasy||Book one of the "TWILIGHT OF THE GODS" series|| When Milen and Akillim, two survivors merely fighting to escape the death sentence of their emperors, find themselves using their magic and skill to save those around them as an extension, they are y...
