8mi Chapter 493: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [32] Viessa's Prophecy
Chapter 493: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [32] Viessa's Prophecy
chapter 493: [event] [elven utopian war] [32] viessa's prophecy
"lady viessa..."
a figure appeared within the confines of the small, dimly lit room, kneeling down.
he was an elf, his hair a vibrant shade of green. his gaze remained fixed on the woman before him, who stood gazing out of the window, her back turned to him.
she was a vision of beauty, her long green hair flowing like a cascade of emerald waves, framing a face that seemed both young yet there was long maturity in her expression. her hazel eyes, though soft, were etched with a depth of emotion as they focused on the chaos unfolding in the streets of valachia. below, the city writhed in turmoil, its foundation trembling under the onslaught of the blood elf king, elashor sarkian's army. the distant sounds of clashing steel and the crackling of flames reached them.
"it's nearing."
lein, concerned, dared to lift his gaze, his emerald eyes seeking hers, though he could see little more than the weariness in her posture.
"milady?" he called.
viessa's expression was a complex mix of emotions-fatigue, sorrow, and perhaps, a quiet acceptance. her gaze lingered on the distant chaos, as if searching for something-or someone.
"i saw these walls burning in the prophecy she gave me," viessa muttered, her voice distant, as though speaking to herself rather than to lein.
"which prophecy, milady?" lein asked, his brow furrowing with confusion.
"the prophecy of my death," she replied. slowly, she turned to face him. "what were you going to say?"
lein hesitated, but he spoke up. "yes. as you requested, i spotted among the blood elves near the eastern gates... a high elf woman. she stands apart from the others. white hair. she is the only one."
a wry smile curled on viessa's lips, though it lacked warmth. "you may leave."
lein's eyes widened in disbelief. "milady, we can change the future! why must you die? i will strike him down, end it all before-"
"lein."
lein closed his mouth.
"i apologize," he muttered, bowing his head.
"no." viessa's gaze softened, but there was no turning back. "i apologize. you have served me faithfully for these last fifty years. your loyalty was warming for me, and for that, i am grateful. but... i can no longer tie you to my destiny."
"but-"
"you should leave," she repeated, "i ask this of you as my final request."
lein's hand trembled against the stone floor as he clenched his fist, a bitter smile twisting his lips. "yes... it has been an honor."
with a final, lingering glance, he left, the door closing softly behind him.
viessa stood there for a long moment, her eyes once more turning toward the chaos outside.
"goddess freyja..." she whispered. "if you hear me... i apologize. i never meant to betray you." her hands clasped together in silent prayer trembled. "i thank you. for all you've done for me, for my people, for sancta vedelia. for saving us, for blessing us. intentional or not, i am forever grateful."
her mind wandered to the memories of freyja, of a time long past when the goddess had come to her in her darkest hour. without her, viessa knew she might have succumbed to madness long ago. she had served freyja to the best of her abilities, but now, the time had come for her life to end-not by her own hand, or freyja's hand but by the will of another.
"i would never betray you. in time, i am certain you will understand. my only wish is for your happiness, freyja. may fate grant you the joy you deserve-above all others."
viessa ended her silent prayer, her lips pressing into a thin line as she opened her eyes.
she didn't know if freyja could hear her.
it didn't matter.
death awaited her, and viessa had long since accepted it.
the moment she had killed the bird freyja had gifted her-a creature bound by the goddess's divine will-she knew there would be no forgiveness. to freyja, the act would be the ultimate betrayal, a severance of the bond they had shared. and freyja, above all else, despised lies and betrayal.
viessa's hand reached out, her fingers brushing against the cold glass of the windowpane. her gaze fell on the eastern gates in the distance, where flames flickered in the darkness, illuminating the battlefield.
"after five hundred years..." she whispered, her voice trembling a little. "you've finally come to free me, just as you promised, edward."
***
i said nothing, my fists tightening against the bark.
"and," she continued, "i noticed you didn't throw up this time. progress." she smiled faintly.
"i asked the cook to prepare something suitable for you. you should thank him."
she turned to leave, her soft footsteps fading into the night.
i bit down hard, gritting my teeth.
"don't..." i whispered to myself, the words trembling in the air.
don't be kind to me.
my fists clenched until my nails dug into my palms.
we are enemies.
after a moment, i took a swig from my waterskin, the cool liquid soothing my parched throat.
the campfire flickered ahead, and i made my way to the cook's table after washing my hands.
"the vegetarian one for the princess!" the blood elf cook grinned as he handed me a plate.
"thanks..." i muttered, avoiding his gaze.
"loki! over here!" edryn called, waving at me. he was seated with a few of the survivors we had tended to earlier.
"hey, princess! come on, i'll teach you how to eat like a man!"
i ignored them, choosing a lone seat beneath a tree. as i leaned back against the trunk, i
stared at the food on my plate, my appetite as absent as the peace i once knew.
"cleenah..." i whispered.
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