章節 4: CHAPTER: 3
"That's beautiful -" Little Phara squealed as Karen continuously drew brightly colored symbols in the air around them with a wand like object. They were sat on a rock in the middle of a grassy field. The tree behind them served as protection from the sun that was shown brightly above them.
After Karen had finished creating a good number of them she paused to take in the view. "Phara dear, you do realize you can do much better than this, right?"
"I know but I still have so much to learn, and I still don't know how to control my power output," She sighed in response.
"But it would be best you learn otherwise the institute will come for you."
"I will learn -" She stood up on the rock facing Karen with confidence and promise in her eyes, "- and you will teach me Karen, won't you?"
Karen who hadn't taken her eyes off the runes simply smiled gently as she let the wand slash across all of them causing a spray of magical butterflies to escape from the magic. "I have no choice mistress now, do I?"
"Of course you don't." She slowly dropped and took her seat beside Karen. "Someday I'll relieve the Nylock race off their curse, I'll convince the sovereign to change his mind."
Karen burst into laughter unexpectedly forcing tears to her eyes.
"What, it's not a joke." Phara pouted as her face went red with embarrassment.
"Oh sorry dear, I fail to see your seriousness," Karen joked. An eerie feeling began to crawl on her. She took a look at Phara and saw an angry grin plastered on her face causing her to gulp in fear.
"You fail to see my seriousness?" Phara said as the atmosphere went stark cold.
Karen read the situation and her smile dropped to a frown. She shut her eyes as she placed her wand within her cloak. " So there is no way I'm talking you out of this one, is there?"
"I'm sure you know me better by now." One of the butterflies prepared itself to land on her lap but simply faded to ash as it made contact with her skin. She let out a deep sigh and got off the rock.
"So, you'll convince The Sovereign to change his mind concerning the curse, huh?" Karen joined her on the ground as they began walking to the mansion that stood in the distance. "Those are pretty big words for a fifteen year old, however, I will teach you, no, I'll train you, train you to be the best, most powerful Nylock there is and thanks to your gift, I will help you not see her as a curse but as a weapon. She will be your trump card, your upper hand in every battle you encounter." She stopped walking and faced Phara going on her knee.
Phara stared at her the seriousness in her eyes seemed like they sought blood. She stared her servant down like the mistress she truly was. The cold heart she possessed surfaced and began to display itself as Karen began to make her oath.
"To you my Lady Phara - " She stared Phara back into those jade eyes that flowed with golden aura. Her face unfazed by those blood lusted eyes, "- I pledge my fealty."
The world around Phara began to spin. The next thing she could make was a battle field. There was fire and blood, burning men and clangs of swords, dead bodies everywhere, bodies decapitated, fingers or hands wrapped around swords with no visible owner.
But none of that mattered to the crying Phara apart from the Karen in front of her. Blood trickled from her temple, her eyes weak and obviously weak from the gruesome wound that was embedded in her torso. The beauty of her armour now destroyed with soot, dirt and her own blood. She was bleeding profusely and Phara could do nothing but wail by her side with their arms locked.
"Please, Karen get your fucked ass up, that's an order," Phara said in between sniffs.
"Sorry my lady but I'll have to disobey you this one time," Karen slowly replied her words losing their strength. "You should leave here."
"W-Why would I leave you here?"
"You need to convince The Sovereign to forgive the Nylocks. Only you can do it."
"But you swore you will be there now - NOW YOU ARE LEAVING ME -"
"Phara these ten -" She coughed and blood spluttered on her armour and continued, "- these ten years I've spent with you aren't horse-play. Use all I've taught you to subdue Siphara, after all she is still you." Her words became weaker.
"Karen -"
Karen let out a weak laugh, "Looks like The Sovereign didn't want me to see you grow up. But I'm sure he has his reasons." Her smile began to recede slowly.
"Karen, don't you dare die on me, d-don't you dare die on me -" Phara's voice became shaky.
"As I said Mistress, I'll have to disobey you this - one --- t-time -" Karen's grip on Phara's hand lost its strength and began to loosen itself from her grip.
"No - no ---NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO -"
Gold aura began to swirl around Phara as her eyes went white and runes laced her arms an body snaking all the way to her face. Wind and light swirled violently around her causing her and Karen to levitate. All the warriors around her stopped fighting as the aura around her became too bright to concentrate on their opponents.
"KAAAREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE -"
An explosion replaced the light, it was literally blinding. No one could see what was going on.
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Splash!
Phara jerked up from her bed soaking wet. Her eyes wildly searched for the source of water until they finally landed on Laurel who was stood by the door with a bucket in hand. Her face had the most annoying grin plastered on it.
"Good morning Ph - Phara?" Laurel's grin was slowly replaced by fear.
Phara's eyes were glowing. Gold aura seemed to dance around her iris as her anger rose with beat. "Laurel, I am no in the m- Arrrghhh -" She clutched her head as memories of her dreams began to wash over her mind leaving painful traces as they made their flash and disappear motion.
"He must be important to Supernaturals, isn't he?"
"Necros alliané kaffa cushé -"
"All hail the foresight of The Dying King -"
Phara let out another yelp as the dreams sent her down a crazy lane of thoughts.
Phara -
Phara -
"Phara, are you okay?" Laurel's voice was tinged with fear.
Phara's mind slowly came back, eyes slowly returned to normal. Her face was a mixture of water and sweat. "Y-Yeah, I think I'm good for now -" She still held her head as she got out of her bed.
Mom isn't telling me something. That Karen person, she- she called me, my younger me, mistress. What the freaking hell is going on?
She almost lost her footing as she slowly walked into the shower. She was about to enter when Laurel called out to her.
"Umm, Phara? Your eyes, they were - they were glowing," her voice was scared all the violence in the little girl had somehow disappeared. "W-What happened?"
Phara's headache subsided and she was able to stand straight. She took a look at the mirror next to her and she saw the gold like wisp that faded into the abyss of her eyes.
What the -?
Her clothes didn't make her thoughts any better as water kept dripping down her sleeve and finding its way down her body.
"And you were muttering something in your sleep. I think it was Necros alli-something kaffa something.
" Necros alliané kaffa cushé!" She corrected.
"Yeah that. What does it mean?"
Phara's mind was all over the place, as if the world had thrown a huge jigsaw puzzle at her without the box to at least have a hint of what the end result should be when solved. "Where's mom?"
Laurel completely forgot about her question, "Ooo, she's with dad. He's awake now."
Phara lifted her brow in surprise.
He's okay already? But that wound was massive. It was deep.
"Are they in the mood for a little chat?" Phara was about to enter the shower.
"I guess so but you'll need to seriously do something about your looks it's like a total fashion disaster," Laurel said with a tsk as she walked out.
"I hate you Laurel." Phara just sent death glares at the spot that her sister stood.
"I love you too."
Phara just let out a heavy sigh as she finally entered the shower. "That girl will definitely not be the death of me -"
A few minutes later Phara was on her way down the stairs approaching her parents who were deep in discussion.
"-we can't just tell her yet." Steve grumbled, his voice low and husky.
"Ehem-" Lucy cleared her throat as she took note of Phara's presence in the room.
Steve took the hint and spun around his stool to face Phara. "Morning, dear."
"Good morning, I guess," Her voice was groggy with that reply. Her eyes observed the bandage that was wrapped around his torso.
"Oh! It's fine - It-it's fine," He stuttered. "And how are you feeling?" He asked changing the topic.
"Great, I guess-" She nodded in sync with her syllables.
"Look Phara-"
"And you mom how are you doing?" Phara cut Lucy short. "You good?"
"I-I-" Lucy stuttered as well.
"Good. Since everyone's fine-" She smashed her fist on the marble table as she approached them, "-TELL ME WHAT IN JOVS NAME IS GOING ON!"
Her parents grew silent. They glanced at each other then back at her.
"There is nothing going on, we just-" Her mom tried to convince her.
"You lie. YOU'RE ALL LIARS" Phara's voice went far above volume ten.
"No, we aren't lying to you, we just want what's best for you as parents nothing more."
A tear leaked out of Phara's eye. "Are you even my parents."
"Steve I can't do this anymore tell her the truth-" Lucy spoke up immediately Phara quieted down.
"No I won't-" He objected.
"For heaven's sake Steve tell her."
"Mom, when I asked about Karen why did you react?"
Lucy paused in her motion and gave Phara a good long look, "I told you not to mention that name in this house, didn't I?"
"Only people who have something to hide won't tell other about it because it's hidden. Who is Karen."
Anger seeped through Lucy's veins but something else followed it.
It could've been Phara's imagination but she didn't doubt what she was seeing in front of her. Her eyes slowly filled themselves with white light, her hair began to fade to become white as well. It was like- magic.
"Lucy calm down-" Steve tried to calm her down but was obviously failing to get his word across.
"Do you really want to know?" Lucy's voice left a chill in the air. Phara was having a hard time keeping her stance but the fear that caged her chest was making it difficult.
"She is the reason you are like this-"
What?
"She is the reason everything is like this. Our lives were perfect until she curs-"
"LUCY THAT'S ENOUGH!" came Steve's voice boomed cutting her short.
The anger on her face had not quelled but rather it intensified. "Then tell her. TELL HER WHAT SHE WANTS TO KNOW BECAUSE I CAN'T STAND IT."
A flurry of energy was released as her fist made contact with the table top causing Phara to scurry back in fear, not to run but to put safety for herself. Something kept her rooted in the room for some unknown reason, it kept on urging her to know, to see, to relieve a lost memory.
Her Dad turned to face her at her hiding place. His demeanor had calmed and he was definitely worried for her. "Are you okay?"
Phara slowly made her way from behind the pillar that shielded her and walked towards her parents. She took a glance at her mom only to see her face turn the other way when their eyes made contact. She turned to face her dad slowly nodding.
With a heavy sigh Steve drew out a stool beckoning on Phara to sit which she did hesitantly. He placed his hand on his wife's shoulder which she returned the gesture with a stern gaze before sinking into her stool.
Lucy's eyes had already retained their natural shade and the whiteness in her hair receded into wherever it was from. She crossed her hands over her small bosom in that it seemed like she was hugging herself. She faced the ground in front of her allowing her hair to block her face. "I'm sorry Phara, it's just that Karen has hurt me in this life more than you can imagine. She is nothing but an abomination to me one damned by the Sovereign himself." She held herself tighter.
Phara was still in shock of all that just happened but managed to open her mouth to speak, "I'm sorry mom, I had no idea things were that dense between you, It's just that I've been having these dreams of when I was a little girl with her in some sort of castle."
"When did you have these dreams?" Steve blurted in shock.
"About a couple of months ago, why?"
He cradled his jaw deep in thought, "To think your memories would start resurfacing at a time like this. It is no coincidence."
"What do you mean?" Phara's question jolted him out of his train of thought.
"I can't hide anything from you now but I can't tell you everything dear," He held Phara's gaze and continued, "You embody a weapon, no that didn't sound right. You house a being that is capable of eliminating the Nylock race or rather will eliminate the Nylock race. She is known as Siphara -"
As Steve said that name the air around Phara flared of golden light for a brief moment. A strange flood of memories bombarded her but not enough to cause a headache as she had a lot of trouble deciphering them.
Her mother smacked her dad on his head, "Do not say that name around her."
"I kinda forgot," he whimpered rubbing the sore spot her hand left.
"Anyhow, you are Nylock. Your dad is a Warlock and I a nymph. But -" Lucy's voice trailed of she then receded to her former state her arms wrapped around her person so tight Phara was definite about suffocation.
But come to think of it, all the things that were being revealed to Phara at that moment didn't make her angry, maybe a little scared, bit there was this inner feeling telling her she knew this all along. She noticed her mother release a low sob. "Mom?"
"Phara, what she was trying to say is that you are not our daughter." Steve said straightly, there was already a combat of confused emotions playing on his face.
The words that left his lips took a full thirty seconds for Phara to process. When realization hit her her face went numb.
Holy cow!
Lucy then faced her teary eyed and nose full of snot, "I know this all too sudden but please understand that all this was thought out carefully, for your safety and to stall the being in you from taking over completely."
"And also believe is when we say you have everything to do with it."
Phara just stared at her parents. Her emotion were so frustrated that they literally left her and went a brief vacation. A part of her knew this was kinda normal for her, as if she knew. "So why don't I remember anything if I have 'everything' to do with it?"
"Your memories were suppressed at your request. But the thing about suppressing them is that it is only temporary so we had to make it constant."
"We wish we could tell you everything but now is not the time considering the events to come in the next few days," her father let a small sigh, one that breathed frustration.
"So this being how do is it in me?"
"Now that is something that we do not know, but to make sure you didn't go berserk or anything similar to a total mental breakdown we had to infuse you with our blood, it helped keep you in check but as you are approaching your fiftieth year of existence it's effects are not so strong."
"Hence, the amulet that you are wearing. It ensures you have total control of your person, only you can take it off and only you can put it on. It was created by a celestial known as the Dying King. He is dead now but many of us supernaturals fear his return because it will be troublesome."
Phara let everything they said seep in then she thought about what they said about being fifty. "How old am I exactly?"
"Well frankly you are, as we said, turning fifty soon. However by Nymph standards you are still at the bridge of sixteen going to seventeen," her father explained
Then it dawned on her that she knew nothing of being Nylock. "What exactly is a Nylock?"
Her father gave her brief gaze before releasing a long sigh, he was somewhat surprised at how she was handling the shock. Not many people he knew could handle the truth quit well. "Well simply put, a Nylock is the crossbreed of a 'Nymph' and a 'Warlock'. You are quite the special kind of supernaturals and are really difficult to reproduce because you are the proper balance of nymph's access to infinite magical energy sources and warlock's inept ability at wrecking magical havoc or brewing magical creations. Like nymphs you can heal, see the magical threads have a good sense of discernment of magical energies and well control a certain amount of nature. Like warlocks you can those magical energies to do specific tasks like physical enhancement, conjuring of illusions, flight, teleportation, astral projection (if your soul can endure the task that is) and many more things.
"The only thing that however limits you is the fact that you need a certain medium to channel all that energy to be able to manipulate it without hitch, hence -" He reached into his coat that was just hung over the stool next to him, "- the reedé." He retrieved a small black box that had this marble like surface and swirls of red that left it with a beautiful design. It had a golden latch which he opened to reveal a little pen-like shaft inside. It had the most intricate designs that looked painstakingly carved across its body and a magnificent blue jewel that crowned the thinner end.
Phara's eyes flew open in shock. "That's the same one in my dream, the one that Karen had."
Her mother just tsked,"It was actually yours but she had to use once in while to know how much energy it was allowed to harness because she was trainer."
"I see." Phara lowered her head.
"Here take it." Steve passed the box to her after shutting it close with a click. "You'll be returning back to school in a week from now so you might want to know enough of it to understand what you are meant to do with it."
Phara took the box in her hands. A certain warmness greeted her hands one that she was somehow familiar with. She picked up the reedé and the blue jewel immediately buzzed to life. She could feel the warmness snake itself around her hand and wrap her person completely. It made her feel somewhat light.
Then before she knew it a memory flashed. She saw the same reedé but in younger hands.
"It's pretty Karen."
Then just as soon as it came it left. Phara smiled a gentle one. Not knowing why really but she couldn't help but smile.
"I guess I'll have to adjust to my new life then," She sighed.
"It's not that easy because as of now you are being hunted." Her father said sharply.
"Well you know what they say about life. If it gives you lemons you squeeze it back into its damned eyes." She laughed then paused briefly staring at the reedé intensely, " My memories can be restored can't it?"
"That would be a work Ronin is capable of but he is currently missing." Her father replied.
And my day couldn't be any harder than it already seems.
Phara slowly stood to leave for her room. But stopped at the end of the end of the staircase as she remembered her final question, "'Necros alliané kaffa cushé', what does it mean?"
Her dad hesitatingly spoke, "The old tongue spoken by the elven race, it means 'All hail the foresight of the Dying King'."
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