The Sword and Heir of Shadows

Chapter 2: Fallen would rise again.

Chapter 2: Fallen would rise again.

As the enchantress began to ascend, her supernatural form gracefully floating above the land that had endured witness to so much suffering, her expression was one of deep sorrow and misery. Her luminous eyes, pools of infinite wisdom, gazed down upon the soil below, drenched in the crimson hue of blood spilt in battle. The weight of the suffering and loss of her people pressed upon her heart, All the cries she heard were a burden she could hardly bear.

Her voice, usually melodious and soothing, quivered with both grief and rage as she watched the land. "Oh, my beloved realm ," she whispered, her words carried away by the wind, "I weep for your pain ."

The enchantress's soul cried out, a mournful sound that echoed through the very heavens themselves. Her grief and anger intertwined, forming a storm of emotions that knew no bounds. Her eyes shut tightly as she cried holding the fabric on her chest so firmly as if she was holding her heart. It was in this moment of profound despair that she made a decision.

"I shall Bring justice now Dark Lord" She yelled from her guts. The man laughed to see feeble women talking to him about his destruction,

"Woman, shall I be afraid of you " he smirked looking at her and chuckled, "Ah see your man died because he was too weak to fight because I wanted to have more fun ..." he was interrupted by a loud shriek, Enchantress gritted her teeth and looked in his eyes

"I curse you, to be torn in pieces, left to roam eternally in the depths of despair" The lord frowned, his mind tried to understand what the woman was saying, what she was going to do. After all, he had knowledge about magic, his eyes furrowed more as he saw her hands moving in the air making invisible hand signs, and his eyes opened widely "Wait...Hey stop what you're doing" he moved forward in the air, but his attempt to do so failed.

With a fierce decision, she summoned her magic, channelling the depths of her power. As she lay horizontally in the air, her eyes were all white now, leaving her mouth open and her form shimmered with radiant energy, A beam of light, followed by many started coming out of her body.

As she channelled her immense power to separate her essence into yin and yang souls, the very fabric of the cosmos seemed to respond to her magic.

In the night sky, a brilliant star-like entity began to take shape, its radiance growing brighter by the second. It glowed with an unnatural luminosity, casting a brilliant aura that reached far into the cosmos. And two balls of light were created.

The first ball, like a blazing sun, shone with an intense, pure light. It pulsed with a radiant energy that drew in all surrounding darkness, creating a swirling vortex of brightness. With her voice resolute and unwavering, she spoke an incantation that reverberated through the cosmos. "Let darkness converge," she declared with the once of life remaining in her, and The dark lord, drawn to this celestial beacon, was enveloped within the sphere of light.

"You think your feeble magic can contain me, Bitch? You underestimate my power!" he growled and cursed her with insulting words, as his powers started to drop,

"It is not my magic alone that binds you, but the strength of love and sacrifice." said the enchantress before falling down on the ground.

"You will not break me, Filthy women!! I am eternal! You may have trapped my form, but you cannot extinguish my essence!"

and the first soul began to form a colossal sphere, a swirling vortex of pure energy. It drew the dark lord into its grasp, his evil presence trapped within the sphere.

Then, with a burst of radiant light that illuminated the sky, the sphere exploded, in seven beams and all of them went in different directions. It was a celestial explosion, a beacon of light and hope that shattered the darkness that had gripped the land for far too long.

The enchantress's second soul embarked on a different path, its destination was a mystery. No one knew where it would go. The heaven itself seemed to shake as if acknowledging the deep magic at play. It was a turning point in the battle against darkness, and the enchantress's sacrifice would forever be carved into the Stone of history.

Her body landed softly beside Aldric, the Thunder Warrior, who had given his all to protect their kingdom. Together, in death as in life, they lay side by side.

As her lifeless form touched the ground, a deep silence seemed to envelop the battlefield, broken only by the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. It was a silence that echoed with the weight of their sacrifice, a testament to their unwavering love and devotion.

In the heavens above, the very sky mourned for their unfaithful end. Tears of starlight cascaded down like shimmering diamonds, their celestial lustre illuminating the night. It was as if the cosmos itself mourned the loss of two souls who had given everything to protect their realm.

Amidst the tears of the heavens, a prophecy took form, carried on the whispers of the wind. The words of destiny echoed through the land, a solemn vow that the hero would be reborn, and the enemy who had wrought such devastation would face retribution.

The prophecy spoke of a new beginning, a time when the hero, once fallen, would rise again to protect their kingdom. It foretold of justice and redemption, a reckoning for those who had dared to threaten the peace of the realm.

As the heavens wept, the land below seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the fulfilment of the prophecy. The enchantress and the Thunder Warrior may have departed from this world, but their legacy would live on, a beacon of hope that would guide the kingdom through the darkest of times.

As the enchantress's divided souls embarked on their fateful missions, her lifeless body began to descend from the heavens, gently falling towards the land below. It was a graceful descent, as if nature itself cradled her in its arms, returning her to the earthly realm where her beloved lay.

Her body landed softly beside Aldric, the Thunder Warrior, who had given his all to protect their kingdom. Together, in death as in life, they lay side by side, their love enduring even in the face of the greatest challenges.

As her lifeless form touched the ground, a profound silence seemed to envelop the battlefield, broken only by the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. It was a silence that echoed with the weight of their sacrifice, a testament to their unwavering love and devotion.

In the heavens above, the very sky wept for their unfaithful end. Tears of starlight cascaded down like shimmering diamonds, their celestial lustre illuminating the night. It was as if the cosmos itself mourned the loss of two souls who had given everything to protect their realm.

Amidst the tears of the heavens, a prophecy took form, carried on the whispers of the wind. The words of destiny resonated through the land, a solemn vow that the hero would be reborn, and the enemy who had wrought such destruction would face punishment.

The prophecy spoke of a new beginning, a Time when the hero, once fallen, would rise again to protect their kingdom. It foretold of justice and redemption, a reckoning for those who had dared to threaten the peace of the realm.

As the heavens wept, the land below seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the fulfilment of the prophecy. The enchantress and the Thunder Warrior may have departed from this world, but the cursed dark lord was left to live on.