-Master is dead. All is lost without him! The End is coming.
No one said we will survive. No one said we will live or die.
"In the beginning of Time there were only creatures of Nature in this world.
We were races living in perfect harmony. Then the War came. As always will.
The races fought. One was destined to lose, the other one to prevail.The race to survive was of the creators of this World.
Most beautiful and wise creatures, holder of the Balance.
The others alike in power and wisdom, but jealous of the power of the Balance.
When War came, one race survived. Cursed by those who were defeated. The last breath of the enemy was to curse the beautiful creatures, before enlightened, now bound by Damnation.
Far from the Sun, far from Salvation. War was won at the cost of their souls.
These creatures have been walking on our world up to these days, hiding in the shadows from those who fear and hunt them.
Master had been their leader throughout the centuries, waiting for the time to be free.
Mefistofel was the son he always loved and looked upon for succession.
My Mentor was my mentor. My teacher. And my lover.
Master is now free, unlike us who never will be.
Bound by Damnation.
Cursed and feared by man!
Man!
They came after the War condemned what was precious to hide!
They destroy everything they meet on their path.
They cannot preserve what they need to survive.
They cannot understand what is not in their shape.
They hate what they don't know.
They hate what they don't understand.
They destroy all which is sacred.
They claim what is not theirs just to use it against each other.
They killed what was most dear to this world.
They destroyed all which was most dear to me, all which is dear to you.
Master is dead. Mefistofel is lost. The End is coming!
I cannot see, but I can feel it. I do not see Mefistofel anymore.
I do not see the End of this war any more.
All is lost.... Forgive me!I am old! I am tired! I can no longer survive this world!
Not without hope. Not without a Master.I have loved you as my real daughter. I always will!I have taught you all I knew. Now it's your turn to take the Powers in your command.
My time is over, child. Yours has just begun!
Forgive me, child. I love you! But I hate what this world has done to you. To us. To all which is precious!
I will join Master into the Place of Our fathers. Where we will be united for eternities.
No more battles, no more Death, no more suffering. Just us!
Where I am bounding my soul, you cannot follow!
There's no hope for this world. All is lost!
Forgive me!"
Unable to stop the tears staining her face, Ariel holds the parchment written with heavy ink tight in her hands, refusing to believe her mother and teacher had taken her own life!
Her voice is broken in thousands signs of suffocated cries of despair and loss.
She lays on the floor, next to her Mother who lies in her bed, with an empty vial into her hand.
Never could her smile have been so peaceful.
Ariel is holding the parchment, now ripped and stained in tears, refusing to accept, refusing to read again what seems untrue.
Called in by the screams, Lucius is standing next to her, with eyes wet from tears, breathing deeply and loudly trying to control the despair and the sorrow. Holding Ariel tight in his arms.
"It's a bad dream! It's not happening! It cannot be happening! This is not happening!"
His voice keeps echoing into his head, a drummer hitting louder and louder. The sight of Ariel breaks his heart. The sight of Celandra breaks his soul.
"There's no hope". These are the words echoing in Ariel's head. Words of love, despair, Death.Wherever Mefistofel was, he was now too far to be with her when she most needed him.
Lost in the World that so much Feldor and Celandra loved and protected, so far from her Heart, so close to her soul.
Unable to hold the sorrow, one last cry of despair lets out all the anger into her Heart and Spirit, letting herself go from the hatred. One scream of thousands of souls in pain, freed only by her Heart, not strong enough to hold so much despair.
Letting the parchment go, holding tight the amulet Mefistofel gave her, praying wherever he was, he was able to feel her call.
So far from being Human, so close to Warrior. Still so far from World that so much hates and hunts him. An angel soul trapped into a demon body! Her angel! Her only reason to feel alive in that world of Death!
