Capítulo 19: Reborn in the wind
Zuline came to her regularly to change her bandages but nothing could awaken Arja at this moment. The sadness was invading her heart like a poison. Zuline was getting more and more worried.
"Gawanda, what can we do? If she doesn't heal, he will not tolerate it... "
Gawanda was extremely stressed and said with a bit of anger.
"If she doesn't want to heal, she will not heal. We did everything we had to. He cannot hold us responsible for this."
Suddenly the tent opened. A voice elevated from it and scolded.
"Of course, I can hold you responsible for this, not only me by the way. What happened to her?"
"She doesn't want to wake up, it has been a week. She fell asleep holding this paper and since then we are not able to wake her. We tried everything, but that is not something we can cure." explained Zuline.
The man watched Zuline for a while, she instinctively lowered her head to avoid his eyes.
"Ok fine, I will do it. Leave."
Zuline and Gawanda left at this moment. Outside Gawanda pinched Zuline on the arm and whispered.
"You should not make him angry, who knows what he can do now..."
The man took a deep breath, he placed his hand on Arja's forehead. His long fingers with silver claws were spreading like snakes on her skin.
One second after he was in her mind. Everything was chaos, he was in a city in the abyss. The city was flying in the emptiness and pieces of buildings were disappearing randomly.
He walked on the path and realized this was Faranza's ruins. He took the direction of the palace, and as expected, he saw Arja in the middle of the central square shouting and crying. She was punching the floor with all her force making fly pieces of floor everywhere around her.
He went in front of her, her hands were bleeding and her eyes were injected with blood. She was furious, he saw such rage only once in his life. In his brother's eyes and felt a cold chill running his spine.
When she saw him she rushed at him and tried to strangle him. He blocked her hands almost too late. The wind blew and he was ejected into a building. Fortunately, that was only a virtual body and he could not feel any harm. As he was watching her, her scream became more and more violent, and the wind around her became stronger.
Soon, a tornado formed all around and started to ravage everything. He stepped on the floor again, the wind took out his black coat. The fabric flew with the wind and fell in front of her. Arja stopped to scream and watched the fabric with a lot of interest. The tornado became even more violent and bigger. She turned her face at him and asked with a hoarse voice.
"Why are you there?!"
The man remained silent, she had this feeling to know this man. To hate him with all her soul. Soon after the tornadoes became one, it was powerful, when it hit him it sent him outside of the city, so far in the sky that he was kicked out of her mind.
He stepped back after coming back into his body. Arja awakened at this moment and jumped at his throat. She was as silent as death, her breathing was slow. He had no other choice but to use his magic to stop her. In one second, shadows raised and covered her body. Arja was paralyzed and slowly transported back to bed. He was about to leave but he didn't imagine that even after using his magic Arja could still move and talk. She rolled on the ground in pursuit of him, struggling with all her might in indescribable anger.
"Why don't you end me like you ended my Kingdom?!"
He paused himself. The man had a strangely sad expression watching her. She didn't know him, she never saw him, and yet, she could rip out her own body just to harm him.
He left after this, there was no point to discuss more right now. Zuline was about to ask him if she was awake but judging by the loud noise of broken furniture inside the tent she retracted herself and went to join her.
Zuline took Arja in her arms after seeing her on the floor trying to get out. At her contact, Arja stopped to fight and murmured.
"I hate him, Zuline, I hate him."
And Zuline to answer.
"I know, Arja, I know."
In the following days, things became more or less normal. Arja took a lot of strength and started to train with Zuline. She learned how to walk in the desert and how to hunt things at night. She learned more about the Jessadians. She was amazed to listen to Zuline explaining to her their origins and when they came from another world not far from this one. How they were hiding in the night because they were aging and becoming vulnerable in the sun. She also learned that they did some magic on the Rika's nights to make them much longer than originally.
Zuline told her very little about her world, only that the sun doesn't exist and they only had the light from a city in the sky and a blue sun over a castle to dictate their day. They use the shine of the stars in the galaxy to see and with the habit, they could see better than in a full day in the sun worlds. Arja learned how to use the shine of her little star to see clearly without the light of day. She started to dress like them, using fur and woven fabrics to make clothes. She crafted her pants and shirt in the fur of an animal she never saw before. The girls of the village did her hair like one of them. They made her braids from the top of her head up to her hips. The girls had a lot of fun hairdressing someone who had no horns. Arja integrated the tribe without issues.
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After a few months, Zuline told Arja that she was ready to leave. She had nothing more to teach her and she must do her path in the world from now. It was time to go back to see Clyss. As she was about to leave, Arja took Typhon's letter and gave it to Zuline.
"It was his dream to live with you. He was admiring you... Please, this is all I have left from him, take him with you..."
Arja left right after Zuline made the promise to take this letter with her and to keep it with her the day they would return home. Somehow, Arja felt that her burden was leaving her with this letter. The weight of her sadness when she was watching it was way too heavy for her. She left with a heart empty of emotions to meet Clyss.
She knew the road to him and made it without any rest. Arja developed her endurance since the last time and she realized that she was moving following the wind. She could do countless kilometers without effort in the desert. She arrived at the grotto and went down without taking the time to feel anything from the cold breath of the dragon. Arja was fearless, the bravery of the ones who have nothing to lose anymore.
When he felt her going down Clyss went on the floor to join her. He spoke immediately and Arja remained silent. She lowered her head, she was like listening to a death sentence.
"It is time for you now to find your wind. You must follow it. It is time for you to meet your fate. After the Kingdom of Faranza had fallen, the prince was sent to the mountains in the east. You will see steps in the rock, the lava will be running after you and then, only then, will you be able to find him."
Arja felt something strange happening in her, the tip of her fingers started to tickle. She could say at this moment that she could feel the wind. Like a spider web in the universe, she could feel everything. After closing her eyes, one of the threads was moving differently and this wind had a particular smell, she could feel her brother. That was something unique and special, she thanked Clyss and left rapidly.
"We will never meet again, Arja. I wish you good luck."
Arja didn't understand why Clyss would say that, she took it more like a threat and a warning to never come again to his den.
This is how she started her journey to the East. Searching for a mountain with lava and a strange smell in the air. When she thought of it, she couldn't help herself but laugh loudly. She watched the little star in the sky and found the situation hilarious.
"Do you see me, little star? Are you laughing with me? I lost the man I loved, my soul, and found out that my brother is alive. I really cannot die now, right?"
The silence of the night made her words frightening, Arja was all alone, walking in Rika's desert and talking to herself, laughing about her fate. Looking eastwards for a lava mountain.
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