Strife Of The Eclipse

Runaway

As the music slowly rises, whispering in the shadows, singing against the wall of the hall, silhouettes are dancing gracefully. Their faces can’t be seen, and their smile feels fake, but still, they dance as if it was the end of their lives.

Aera feels her heart pounding with their steps, passionately. The surrounding is blurry, and her body doesn’t listen to her mind. And despite all, she dances, again, feeling so alone.

Suddenly, the air is becoming cold, suffocating. And two eyes covered with darkness were in front of her, his tusk was as dark as the sky. With his cold and eerie smile, asking her with a hand covered with gloves, as he bows to her: “Would you care for one last dance before our marriage come ?”

“Marry you?” Aera cried, stepping back in disgust. “Over my dead body!” Grekakwi sighed and chuckled softly, shaking his head. His laugh was salt in the wound, reminding her of how powerless she was in her own home.

He had won, and Valdyr and her were at the mercy of this grue