Gazing towards the raging snow storm, Solarya stood pensive. The recent news she had just heard left her.. agitated.
'A complete revival of the members of Liakados... truly a befitting feat of one such as great as Huiwa, sigh.'
The raging snow storm continued unabated as the brown eyes of Solarya flickered with various emotions.
Joy, gladness, peace such was the positivity induced by the good news yet... rage, indignation, loss, confusion raged equally.
'...why, Great spirit, why would you save a spawn of death? what truth did you perceive that allowed such an error to take place within your judgement?'
Having slaughtered her family, Solarya hated the members of death including their so-called "heirs" yet Great spirit Huiwa spared one such a member despite knowing of their grudge with death and dared do bring their vile spawn to their care. Lost in such thoughts, Solarya noticed not the rumblings of awakening. Being roused from her deep sleep, Ingrid had woken up, greeted by the same unfamiliar ceiling she had now recently grown accustomed to. Noticing the golden haired woman, Ingrid gazed towards their lonely visage.
'...beautiful.'
The cold light of the storm gently illuminated their ruddy skin that was draped in a fine fiery red dress that left her shoulders bare. Their shoulder long golden hair spoke unimaginable volumes of the intense vitality radiating from her being as it practically glowed despite looking so straight.
Sensing a gaze, Solarya turned gracefully, her bearing being of royalty and high standing as she turned to faced her observer. Hair as black as a starless night, eyes so black and empty, they resembled an endless abyss and they were covered up with skin so pale, it practically blended with the silk white bed sheets.
'abomination.'
She thought quietly.
Indeed, the way Ingrid looked like was so uncanny such that one could confuse a corpse for her where they cast side by side in comparison.
A silence settled upon the room as the two women gazed at each other, the snow storm billowing outside uninterrupted.
"I see you're well enough to talk.."
Solarya spoke, her bearing undisturbed, her voice monotone.
Pursing her lips, Ingrid's gaze wavered as she turned to gaze upon the white sheets. The pale blue dress she had found her self wearing, gently moved as she moved her left arm towards her right, grasping it gently.
"...wha..t happened?.."
Her voice croaky and dull but unimaginable curiosity burned deep within those cracked words. Maintaining her steady gaze, Solarya answered staidly,
"You became an anchor point and suffered the effects of such an event, well, simply put, you were exposed to ****, oh, you can't hear that but never mind. Just now that you were an anchor point for one extremely dangerous thing."
It was strange really, hearing of what she said,
"an..chor, cough, cough, point?"
Looking her dead in the eyes, Solarya muttered softly,
'ignorant bastard'
Her hate seething towards the heir to death, but was quickly masked by her cool facade.
Her expression calm as her steady gaze continued to look towards their intended target, wavering not at the slightest inconvenience, staidly absorbing each movement made.
"It seems as though you have not received the basic knowledge regarding "close encounters" yet, you're an heir to death... how comical."
Despite sitting upright, Ingrid cast her gaze low as she watched the stark silk white sheets, Ingrid's eyes quivering gently as she heard the foreign words sent by the mysterious golden haired woman. Thoughts beginning to whirl around madly as she remained motionless, trying her best to make sense of the odd statements that were made by the mysterious golden haired person.
'Heir to death, close encounters, what's this lady talking about? Grandfather never told me about death nor their heirs, about close encounters, yet... this lady talks as though I should know of such...'
A shallow sigh escaped from her pink lips as she closed her brown eyes. Walking towards the seat beside the bed, Solarya took her place comfortably with that finally opening her down turned eyes, ever so gently.
"You don't know about who you are or how you become what you are?"
She gently asked, her tone curious as she gazed deep into the abyss like eyes of Ingrid. Slowly nodding, another shallow sigh escaped from Solarya as she settled her arms upon the armrest of the comfortable looking rocking chair. She closed her eyes as she began rocking herself,
"...Death was an enemy, close encounters are experiences and exposures. I cannot tell you anymore as the very words I would utter would be erased from the world and since you haven't yet grown to the full extent of your power as an heir to death, my words could very well cause a close encounter with another being."
Her tone was staid but yet filled with an unconceivable desire. The soft murmurs of the rocking chair gently filled the warm room, Ingrid gazing at the comfortable figure of the mysterious golden haired woman. Her eyes wide open, confusion painting her pale deathly countenance.
'death was an enemy, close encounters are experience and exposure, ughh, I wanna know more but she said I cannot bear the weight of the knowledge I want. Just like grandfather, always gatekeeping secrets.'
She was at a loss for words as the woman continued rocking herself. Wanting to pose a question, her voice echoed again.
"My name is Solarya Liakados, but you can call me Solarya or Sol in short."
Solarya continued her steady rocking, ignorant of gaze made by Ingrid as she thought in her heart.
'So she didn't choose to be an heir to death? Then who forced her to have such a close encounter with death?'
The hate that seethed greatly was now clearly doused, as confusion and pity took their place.
Opening her eyes slightly, her calm gaze observed the ceiling filled with unfamiliar patterns. All the rage, indignation, loss and confusion having been locked deep in her heart.
'I cannot hate an innocent person who never knew of such matters no matter how badly I hate death and its members, right, Matthew... '
She remembered fondly as she once again closed down her eyes, drifting off to sleep beside her death like guest, her guard completely down.
The snow billowing outside unendingly leaving the world awash with stark, all signs of life covered up or snuffed out by the chilling winds and the snow that accompanied it as their loyal compatriot.
'So this beautiful lady is called Solarya... what a pretty name.'
Ingrid thought sweetly as she once again nestled into the warm bed covers hoping to recuperate her strength.
'Grandfather... I feel happy...'
She thought facing the unfamiliar ceiling, shutting her eyes... slumber took her deep into itself.
***
"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Their incessant screams had continued unabated as the close encounter had ended, still writhing beneath the carriage albeit slower this time, the former Telemenphen prince had writhed about, clutching his whilst screeching eyes,
"MY EYES ARGHHHH!!! MY EYES!!!"
The sharp, burning pains echoing throughout as the former pools of blood had now turned into plumages of white feathers.
'ARRRRRGHHHH MY EYES!!!'
Even in thought, the pain repeated continuously as the crimson streams that had flowed freely now turned feathers, left him highly sensitive, confused and in tremendous pains. Even with the strict regime of a Telemenphen doubled with the increased tolerances to pain and royal blood flowing through his veins, the current pain he was being subjugated managed to surpass all that he could tolerate, leaving him wailing as a pre-mature infant.
Juon having lost consciousness, couldn't bare the extreme stress that was placed upon him by the sudden growths protruding outside his mouth, gently caressing his pale face. The extreme pain, sudden horrors, great fears all wore down his will to live and mental faculties that as soon as he had collapsed, tremendous growths began blooming from everywhere across his body, terror having claimed his heart as crystalline tears poured down from his ashen face.
The former guards and slaves, now turned into abominable creatures continued their unholy wailings, their grotesque forms wiggling and writhing as their countless mouths released profane screams and cries. Their pale grey skin squelching and exuding a foul stench that colored the air around them, all whilst continuing their profane screams. Not a former resemblance remained as they repeated their new habits, screaming and wailing as though in great terror.
What a pitiful sight it was, that even after escaping from the lands of the dead as he began calling them, he was now further subjugated to more torments.
Truly, it seemed like the world hated him and those he associated with.
The burden being too great, he to lost consciousness, his screeching now subdued as the pain continued to run its course, but his mind too taxed forgot to register the pain.
Such was the current life of Jedaiah, former prince of the Telemenpha now slave to troubles and pains.