Eloera sat alone in the kitchen. She had her elbows on the table and head bowed down. Tears spread down her cheeks. Was it possible? Truly possible for this prophet to be right? It had been a long time since this had been said. Eloera knew it would come in the future. Though this future would be kept secret till another point in her tragic life. The winds howled outside the small cottage near a grand seashore. Eloera sobbed even more. She then put her head on the table. Slowly Eloera dragged her pathetic self from the table. She quickly wiped away the remaining tears from her face. She had to tell someone. Though who could help this idiotic women? No one on this plain or in this life. Eloera wandered out to the kitchen to see Hope laying in his nest. He cooed softly in his slumber. Eloera burst into tears again. She fell to her knees in despair. No one. No one was with her anymore! Her white ruffled skirt crumpled slightly. Tears dripped on the soft cotton sleeves of her drape top. Eloera covered her eyes to feel something. To feel the cold, wet tears touch the skin. She pushed herself from the floor. She breathed in. Her wisp of light brown hair pushed away from her face. She then looked up with intense brown eyes "I can't keep this up. At this rate I'll die without getting far. I can't die yet. Even if they manage to find out and throw me in the abyss. I can't let the guard get this info. Not even my dear Micheal...Oh Elaina!" She sobbed. Her daughters words still lingered "Mom, Be safe. I have to do this. I promise everything will work to The Chosen's relief. Just wait." Elaina had smiled her cheerful way and bounced out. Then Yue had gotten up and did the same but with a more cool demur. Eloera put her head to the wall. Elaina had decided to go with Hades and be used as his tool. Not to mention she was going to spy for the chosen's use. Her eldest daughter would be a sexual and political tool. What of Yue? Yue had begun working as a magical healer and battle lieutenant. Micheal was still a guard for the Holy Palace as always. Though lately more military like then her Micheal. What of Bakura? As far as Eloera knew he was dead.
Eloera went to her bedroom. She dragged her feet as she walked. Her arms sagged like a rag dolls. Finally Eloera collapsed on her queen-sized bed. She stared at the blue walls of her large room. War would soon come to this beautiful planet. hades would bring about fiery deaths and broken hearts for many a immortal. What side would Eloera be on? If possible neither. Though for Elaina's sake, The Chosens. If Eloera went to the underworld it cause problems and make her upset. Why? Bakura would be there for one point and the other would be hades. He most likely knew who Eloera and Elaina were to each other. It would make Elaina suspicious person. So Eloera had to be with the Chosen. Plus it felt right and maybe things would end quicker. Then something seemed to make her shiver. She sighed as a breath of icy air emitted from her tender lips "W-What?" She asked out loud. Then she sighed, Someone was back. Would the Primes and The Mother need her this time? Unless this time she was to be distant like the stars. Slowly Eloera managed to get into her rain wear. She was in the mudroom with a light pink umbrella that had an E inscribed with gold lettering. It had once been Elaina's. Eloera walked out of the house. She continued walking and slowly put her hood up. If anything they'd need some sort of guidance. If only they knew what she did. If they new of what would come after the war and before it. Yes, So many deaths and horrible hatred.
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In the meantime a beautiful glowing flare rested deep within the bounds of hell. The flare was a pure, brilliant white. It seemed to flicker into an inferno every few days. Swirls of Ink Black and gold seemed to crash against each other. The innocence of good and trickery of evil bound within it. What was thing? A future immortal but at the moment, A lonesome soul. This soul would soon reach out from it's chained existence and bring to itself a beautiful life. With a child hood, but never would it fall into the existence of adult hood. After all it was bound to hell, This Purity from deep within. Only two with the hope and strength to care for this soul. Nothing could care for it unless it truly was meant to be. The stars have yet to write that tale. The tale of where this soul would try and destroy the world once again.
 Tatti-desu · Mon Jul 14, 2008 @ 01:48pm · 0 Comments |
