Eloera wandered the fire temple that with her body moving slow to take everything in. She paused to look at something. Her eyes stared at a statue of a dragon. She then began to feel her heart ache even more. Why leave her? Did he really care for someone else that much? The only other one he ever could care about that much was, The Wind Wench. Of course she knew that it was him and her. Who else could it be but him to cause this pain? When that lead to what it did. The only question was remaining who. Of course it was easy to figure out who. Who else would his heart want more? Who else was wicked enough to go ahead with it knowing that another love was involved. Having an affair was an evil thing. Eloera walked up to another statue not far from the dragon. It was of a women with her arms stretched out. Within in her hands lay a small fire to light the hallways. Though at night it was most likely ablaze with passion. What was the creature? It was most likely a fire elementalist or some sort of fire user. It seemed to have pointed ears. The eyes looked as if the creature was using all it's power. The delicate, stone hands were slightly curved. Maybe the creature wasn't using power but giving the fire as a gift? Eloera brought her index finger to her chin. She thought for several seconds. In truth she was trying to keep herself busy. She then put both arms behind her back. One arms squeezed the other tightly. Her thoughts drifted to the Wind wench and her heartache. In truth was it really an affair? After all in her mind he had left her. Then not bothered shwoing up again. So was he truly still hers. If not was it a big deal? Not really. The answer came uneasily to the heart. Eloera sighed "Why me? Why didn't he just say it? Instead of doing this to me with out bothering to think. Of course, Who knows he may have never loved me. Just like hsi beast had said." She then closed her eyes. To move on without his so called love. Instead of drifting with the pathetic soul that wanted to create a darkness within her.
Eloera marched down the hall. Her hands at her sides but balled up in anger. When the wench and Eloera met again, she'd give her ever bit of anger she had. Even if she was the stupid goddess of thw inds. wait! Eloera spun around. If she had heard right, wasn't the key not given to her? Didn't that make it that she wasn't the goddess of winds but just an immortal with power? Unless it was a total error in understanding from the info she had recieved. Eloera didn't give a damn. This was war! Between her and Augusta. Though was Bakura really worth it. No! He could die for all she cared! He was an idiot who deserved to be beaten to the ground! Eloera knew it with all her rage. Like Augusta, if they ever saw each other again, She'd throw herself at him in rage. With all her power! Eloera stormed towards the throne room. Her face had a twisted smile of pleasure on it.
---
The small flame seemed to flicker intently. It was ready to be brought into the world. In truth the soul was happy as can be. It was preparing to be born. Though still hadn't even truly left the floor of hell yet. A body must be made. a suitable one. All the memories from before that were within the soul would be kept hidden. After all innocence was a great key. The soul quivered within the chains that were around it. Soon, Soon enough ti would be able to leave this place. When the time was right. All with the right ingrediant to create what it needed. The soul's black spiral twisted aroudn the golden. It seemed to be choking it. Then the golden light exploded. The black curkled back in fear.
 Tatti-desu · Sat Jul 19, 2008 @ 11:44pm · 0 Comments |
