(Navi’s Dream)
“I must hurry.”
Aouroa muttered, writing something down hastily. There was a sudden rustle, echoing in
the forest.
Aouroa sighed in relief, tearing the page she was
writing on out of the book. She
crumbled the page up into a ball and closed her left hand over it tightly. She stood up from her position on the
tree stump as if she was waiting for something.
Suddenly, a figure, cloaked in black, emerged from
the underbrush. There was a hood
over the person’s face, so she couldn’t really tell what they looked like.
“I take it you are Aouroa?” said a gruff, male voice.
“How do you know my name, when I have not told you?”
“I have many spies who tell me many things.” He replied.
“I take it those are the demon crows who have been
following me around as of late.”
Aouroa said.
“That fool made a mistake attacking Hearta, when the
sword was in Flaragone this whole time! But tell me, what good is a sword that
does not kill?”
“A sword that does not kill is the mightiest of all
weapons because it knows who it is and what is right.” Aouroa said unflinching.
“You act as though the Sword of Souls has a mind of
its own. When it is merely a
sword.”
“Why do you continue this senseless war the King of
Ethos started if the Sword of Souls has no value to you now?” She asked suddenly.
“I want to destroy the sword, so I cannot lose what I
have gained.” He said, seething.
“Why are you telling me all this?”
“Because Aouroa, I have come to kill you.” The man said drawing his lance.
“Kill me if you must, but the truth will not be
lost!”
“You are very brave for a human woman!” He said lunging toward her, stabbing
her in her right shoulder. She
winced in pain and stumbled backwards.
Blood ran freely down her arm, but her left hand still clutched the page
tightly, refusing to let go.
“Tell me Aouroa, what hope does Hearta have now? The Royal family is completely
destroyed. So tell me, what will
the people of Hearta do now?” He
mocked her, stabbing her again with his lance.
Aouroa gasped in pain, panting heavily, clinging to
life the best she could, putting all her strength into keeping her left hand
closed. The man suddenly grabbed
her book off the ground. He opened
and tore some of the pages out and set them on fire! Aouroa stared wide-eyed as she watched him set the book on
fire next. He threw the book to
the ground.
The man raised his lance. “Let me tell you something before I kill you Aouroa.” He said mockingly. “ I was the one who killed my father,
the King of Ethos.”
Aouroa stared wide-eyed. “Y-you are…” At that moment,
the man stabbed her in the heart with his lance, cutting her off. Rain suddenly fell from the sky,
putting out the fire that he meant to consume the book.
“It seems as though I can’t destroy this accursed
book after all.” He muttered,
disappearing into the shadows. As
a voice called out Aouroa’s name frantically.
(Dream end…)
