Jhost stirred from a deep slumber, his eyes adjusting to thelight revealing a striking blonde woman leaning over him. Her piercing darkbrown eyes were accentuated by defined eyebrows, and her full red lips added toher allure. Long strands of bleach blonde hair fell gracefully around her face,partially obscuring his view. Concern etched her features, a subtle furrowbetween her brows betraying her worry. He felt the gentle support of her lapcradling his head as he gazed up at her, unable to move or speak. Her delicatetouch ran through his short hair in a comforting gesture. A sense of surrealismenveloped him; surely, this must be another dream. "I am La’Mere,"she introduced herself softly. "Can you find your voice?" Jhostattempted to reply but managed only a hoarse sound; communication in dreams wasproving challenging. "Fear not," she reassured him with warmth in hertone. "Though you are grievously injured, I shall do all within myabilities to mend you. By freeing me, you have become the Curse Breaker. Tellme, what name do you bear?"
The unfamiliar phrase triggered a prickling sensation at theback of Jhost's mind, blurring the line between reality and what felt like adream within a dream. The figure before him seemed to defy mortal standards ofbeauty, radiating an ethereal glow reminiscent of ancient legends. As shedelicately wiped his face with a warm, damp cloth—perhaps the hem of herdress—Jhost noticed the removal of caked blood and dirt with a tenderness thatcontradicted the surreal nature of the moment. Attempting to rouse himself fromthis seeming reverie, he blinked repeatedly, hoping to awaken from what mustsurely be a fantastical illusion. Yet, as realization dawned upon him, itbecame clear that this was no mere dream; he was undeniably awake in thisenigmatic encounter.
He felt his breath quicken, panic setting in. La’Mere, withher calming presence, did something unexpected – she started to hum a softmelody that filled the air with tranquility. As the soothing sound wrappedaround him, he made another attempt to speak, his concern not for himself butfor her safety. With great effort, he managed to rasp out, “You... must...flee... the drake.” Her hushing reassurances followed, “Shhh… It’s alright.Save your strength. Not a dragon, but a fierce drake named ‘Curse’; you havedefeated him.” Memories flooded back into Jhost’s mind alongside the throbbingache of his wounds.
“Can you move your hands?” La’Mere’s gentle inquiry brokethrough the haze. Jhost slowly flexed his fingers and then cautiously testedhis right wrist. “That’s a good sign,” she remarked, tending to his injurieswith care. “May I start removing your armor to assess your wounds better?”Jhost nodded weakly as speaking remained an arduous task. The world faded oncemore as he slipped back into unconsciousness.
As Jhost stirred back to consciousness, a curious sensationenveloped him - a strange lightness from the waist up, contrasting with acomplete absence of feeling below. His gaze wandered, revealing La’Mere'smeticulous work in stripping away his battered armor during his unconsciousstate. The once formidable protection now lay in ruins, marred by deep dents,slashes, fractures, scorch marks, and more. It was a wonder he had survivedwhile cloaked in such wreckage.
Surprisingly, despite the wreckage surrounding him, Jhostnoticed an unexpected improvement in his condition. La’Mere's voice piercedthrough his thoughts as she welcomed his return to wakefulness. "Ah,you're finally awake," she remarked with a hint of admiration. "Youpossess a rapid mending ability akin to the ancient pure humans. It's quiteextraordinary and shouldn't be possible." Her tone shifted swiftly tourgency as she hinted at looming troubles that demanded attention.
Slowly finding his voice, Jhost asserted his identity withnewfound resolve. "You may address me as 'Jhost'," he declaredfirmly. La’Mere echoed his name thoughtfully before expressing approval at itschoice. Intrigued by its origin, she probed further into the source of thisname that now defined him.
In response to her inquiry about Duskin, Jhost's expressionbetrayed surprise at the recognition of the enigmatic dwarf who had crossedpaths with him. La’Mere's revelation about her awareness of Duskin added layersof mystery to their conversation as she recounted her parents' cautionary talesfrom years long past involving this elusive figure.
La'Mere's gaze bore into Jhost, her words heavy with amix of duty and despair. "Jhost... beyond all the rules, the fables, theancient lore that binds me," she paused, gathering her resolve beforecontinuing in a tone laced with grim honesty. "None of that matters now. Imust be blunt with you. Can you handle it?" Jhost met her eyes with asolemn nod.
"You're facing a grim fate, my friend," La'Mere'svoice quivered with concern. "The clash with Curse will likely leave youmaimed or worse." Jhost's voice trembled as he asked for clarification.
"What do you mean?" His question hung heavy in theair as La'Mere voiced her deepest fears. "I fear you may never walkagain... or face an even darker outcome." Jhost's complexion drained ofwhat little color remained as he glanced down at his feet, once strong andsteady but now marred by sickly hues of blue and purple, veins tainted black.
His undergarments, resembling a type of light weight pajamasthat he wore under his armor, mirrored the severity of the carnage imposed uponthe armor that had surely saved his life, but also in places where it hadfailed to fully protect him. La'Mere had done her best to preserve his modestyand keep his dignity intact in spite of the wreckage. Peering beneath his tornattire, Jhost discovered the same ominous discoloration spreading from hislower spine downwards.
"It seems Curse has struck deep," La'Mere's voicecracked with regret. "I’ve exhausted all of my knowledge of the healingarts while you were unconscious, but it was futile." Her admission weighedheavily on her soul. "I have failed you," she whispered, griefseeping through every syllable like a shadow creeping over the horizon.
In that pivotal moment, Jhost felt the weight of La'Mere'swords bear down on him like a crushing wave. His body tensed, caught in amoment of sheer paralysis before his resolve surged back with fiercedetermination. "You haven't let me down, La'Mere," he began, hisvoice tinged with gratitude and an undercurrent of urgency. "If it weren'tfor you, I'd likely be a mere memory by now." Gratitude laced every wordas he acknowledged her role in preserving his fragile existence.
Meeting Jhost's gaze with a mixture of sorrow andapprehension, La'Mere gently shook her head in a gesture of reluctantacceptance. "Jhost, the affliction that grips you may have staved offdeath momentarily, but its insidious spread threatens to transform youirreversibly... for the worse," she confessed solemnly. "Thisdivergence from the prophecy's path is dire, and I refuse to stand idly bywhile my potential suitor succumbs to this malevolent fate without exhaustingevery recourse available to us."
Jhost remained perplexed by the cryptic words thatlingered in the air. However, amidst the confusion, a familiar phrase,"potential suitor," triggered a faint recollection buried deep withinhis mind. It echoed a tale once shared by his friend Duskin, dismissed then asmere fanciful storytelling, and what seemed at the time to be an impossibleyarn. Duskin had woven a narrative about the Slayer of Curse having theprivilege to wed the enigmatic woman who haunted the very essence of these lands,hinting at an inheritance of great significance. Jhost had brushed off Duskin'swords as whimsical exaggeration, especially as his friend playfully seasonedtheir stew with generous pinches of sea salt during their conversation.
La’Mere's gaze bore into Jhost, sensing his confusionand the fragments of truth eluding him. With a solemn expression, she spoke,her words laden with gravity. "Jhost, it's evident that the tales and lawshave eluded you," she began, her voice tinged with concern. "I feelcompelled to illuminate them for you, not to burden you but to enlighten."Jhost listened intently, admitting his ignorance of recent events. "You'reright... I've been adrift in a haze, disconnected from reality," heconfessed. Recounting his surreal journey of the past weeks, he continued,"When the Dwarf sought my aid against a Dragon or Drake... I was lost in adaze, thinking it couldn't be real." Looking at La’Mere earnestly, heasked, "Have I erred unknowingly?"
La’Mere's eyes widened as she gazed at Jhost, her expressiona mix of astonishment and concern. "Oh, no, not just one curse," sheexclaimed animatedly. "You've shattered more than you realize, but do yougrasp the gravity of your actions?"
Jhost couldn't help but feel a swell of pride, his lipscurling into a hesitant smile. "That much I can concede," headmitted. "I've only come to terms with my existence recently, barelyscratching the surface of who I am or where I come from. It's a disorientingsensation, like being adrift in a nightmarish reality where I don't quite fitinto my own skin."
His voice trembled with uncertainty as he continued,"My encounters with Duskin... or whoever he truly is, seemed genuine. AllI wanted was to lend a hand..." Jhost trailed off, his emotions beginningto simmer beneath the surface.
La’Mere placed her delicate right hand index finger onJhost’s lips that silenced him, her words a gentle cascade amidst the turmoil."Oh, Jhost, you bear no fault in this," she murmured, her voice asoothing balm. "Let me shed light on the shadowed past that haunts theselands."
Her gaze turned to the horizon where La’Lond once stoodproud and gleaming, now a haunting memory of prosperity lost to the malevolentgrip of the Drake Curse centuries ago. La’Mere's presence had been veiled fromCurse's sight by an ancestral enchantment, a glimmer placed upon her by herparents as a blessing, yet even then, Curse’s relentless pursuit had decimatedall who dared linger in this cursed domain.
"We were a thriving nation of trade and wealth untilCurse's venom tainted our very air," she lamented. "Trained in thehealing arts, I fought to protect those few souls I could save. The Sayers'prophecies foretold of a dragon rider who would bring salvation to our land,but even they succumbed to Curse's wrath."
With sorrow etched in her eyes, La'Mere recounted how Cursethwarted every attempt at resistance with uncanny foresight. The final Sayerspoke of a fallen celestial who would fall from the skies and be destined torestore the Fleur Duchy to its former glory and unite with La'Mere as thebearer of her noble lineage.
"And now you stand before me," she whispered, herresolve unwavering despite Jhost's frail state. "Though death beckons atyour door, I shall defy fate itself to ensure your survival."
Jhost expressed his gratitude to La’Mere, thesincerity evident in her words. Doubt clouded his mind as he questioned if hetruly could be the person foretold by the prophecy. Feeling small andinsignificant, he shook his head in disbelief. La’Mere, sensing hisuncertainty, assured him that he embodied the essence of the prophecy. Theireyes locked, and Jhost whispered a simple "how?" In response, La'Mereemphasized his honesty, humility, and genuine intentions to aid others ratherthan seek personal glory. Rising to her feet with conviction, she declared himto be the chosen one. A moment of silence lingered in the air before destiny'sweight settled upon Jhost's shoulders.
She uttered once more, her voice tinged with solemnity."Yet, the cost will be steep." Her gaze held a depth of conviction asshe continued, "But deep within me, I sense your value surpasses anyprice." With unwavering certainty, she added, "Preserving this finalrecourse indefinitely defies its very purpose—it is destined to be used."
Jhost echoed her words hesitantly, admitting, "Youspeak true... I am adrift in unfamiliar waters." La'Mere's countenancesoftened into a gentle smile as she met his eyes. "Jhost," shemurmured warmly, "with each passing moment, my bond with youstrengthens... Will you place your trust in me for what lies ahead?" Aspark of anticipation flickered in her eyes, hinting at the imminent revelationthat stirred her soul.
Jhost, his mind a whirlwind of uncertainty, could onlymanage a hesitant nod in response to La’Mere's enigmatic words. "Yes... Itrust you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he leanedback slightly.
Drawing closer, La’Mere's eyes held a glint of realizationas she spoke, her tone tinged with a mix of awe and trepidation. "Afterwitnessing your remarkable healing abilities and your valor in the battleagainst Curse, and considering the ancient prophecy... I believe there is Faireblood within you, like mine. This may just work." Her words hung in theair, carrying a hint of melancholy.
Jhost furrowed his brow in confusion. "So... are yousuggesting that you can truly heal me?" he asked cautiously.
With a solemn nod, La’Mere replied, her expression grave yetdetermined. "Yes... but it will require your unwavering attention andwillingness to let go of all that binds you. It demands a certain innocence,akin to a childlike purity," she explained earnestly. "I will guideyou to the sacred healing springs, but there is a risk that our actions mayirreversibly alter or even destroy this sacred and hallowed ground."
She paused for a moment before continuing with conviction."I sense that this may be our only chance, Jhost. If the legends holdtrue, we might be the last hope for these lands. No other soul will come afterus to mend what has been broken."
Struggling to grasp the full weight of her words, Jhostacknowledged the gravity of their undertaking. "Thank you for entrustingme with this task... I can only hope to prove myself worthy," he repliedearnestly, his gaze reflecting both determination and apprehension at thedaunting prospect ahead.
La’Mere gestured decisively, her voice firm as she urged,"Let's begin." With a brief instruction for Jhost to remain put, shedisappeared momentarily. Upon her return, she brought forth a compact wagondrawn by four magnificent English wolfhound-like creatures. La’Mere's physicalstrength belied her appearance, effortlessly hoisting Jhost onto the wagon thatresembled a lavish garden cart. There was an air of almost supernatural mightabout her.
Jhost, resigned to the surreal nature of this dreamlikejourney, ceased trying to rationalize the unfolding events and simplyacquiesced. As they traversed swiftly yet carefully, La’Mere ensured Jhost'scomfort with attentive gazes filled with worry. His gaze drifted downwardbeneath his pajamas, revealing the unsettling sight of dark purplish veinsinching higher on his torso – a troubling development he couldn't ignore.
Several hours passed as they headed north towards themountain base. They reached a valley nestled at the foot of towering cliffsadorned with a mix of graceful aspen trees and majestic pines. The terrainascended gradually in natural steps, forming terraces every hundred feet or sothat sprawled over several acres. The trail meandered in a series ofcrisscrossing paths, leading upward for about a thousand feet amidst theencroaching darkness. Twilight painted the sky with early stars twinklingfaintly between day and night's embrace.
La’Mere’s voice cut through the tense air. “Our furrycompanions have brought us as far as they can,” he announced, casting a glanceat the wolf-like hounds whose disappointment was palpable, almost echoingJhost's own feelings of despondency.
Turning to Jhost, La’Mere inquired, “Do you grasp thesignificance of reaching the veil?” Jhost could only shake his head inignorance.
“That’s alright,” La’Mere reassured him. “Ignorance mayserve us well in this instance.” Then, with a gravity that belied his usualdemeanor, he added, “Remember when I mentioned the importance of embracingchildlike wonder?” Jhost nodded slowly, sensing an impending revelation.
“This next step will demand unparalleled vulnerability fromyou,” La’Mere explained. “You are about to be stripped bare in ways you’venever imagined. Can you place your trust in me? Are you prepared for what liesahead? Rest assured, I will stand by your side.”
Jhost’s agreement was silent but profound. In his mind,amidst the swirling mists of this enigmatic world called ‘Hope’, being withLa’Mere felt like finding sanctuary in a never ending nightmare fraught withperil.
“What is this realm?” Jhost dared to ask, though his visionwas obscured by ethereal veils and elusive iridescent wisps of fog that teasedglimpses of mysterious pools beyond.
As Jhost attempted to make sense of his surroundings,La’Mere guided him gently. “To progress further,” she elucidated, “we must shedall burdens without exception. I shall lead the way so that yourvulnerability is shared. It is a daunting path we tread, but one that isindispensable.”
In that fleeting instant, Jhost's attention momentarilydiverted by the lush environment surrounding him, he observed a mesmerizingsight. The mist veiled and then unveiled a series of terraces, revealing poolsof water nestled at the precipice. These pools cascaded gracefully, meanderingdown in a tranquil descent towards numerous stepped basins scattered amidst themore colossal 100-foot plateaus. Suddenly, as if unveiled for the first time tohis eyes, these pools emanated an ethereal radiance - a luminescence akin to acelestial blend of starlight and moonbeams. Each pool held onto this mysticalglow, creating an enchanting spectacle of their own light that captivatedJhost's senses.
Jhost tore his gaze from the mesmerizing sight of thecascading pools, focusing instead on La’mere. Her eyes locked onto his, andwith a surprising boldness, she began to shed her attire – an elaborate white dressthat seemed to be her signature style slowly fell to the green lawns upon whichthey stood. Standing before Jhost, La’Mere exuded both pride and humility,formidable in her nakedness, commanding attention in a way that was bothpowerful and vulnerable.
As Jhost beheld her, it was as though he was truly seeingher for the first time. Her stature was impressive, accentuated by voluminousbleach blonde hair flowing down to the curve of her firm and cute butt.However, that was the only hint of hair Jhost could discern on her body thatcaught his attention. Her eyes, deep brown and filled with wisdom, bore intohim. She possessed a slender waist, curvaceous hips, long lean legs, and a pairof generously, if not overly endowed breasts that had remained concealed untilthis intimate moment.
In that instant, La’Mere captivated Jhost completely,stealing his breath away. He couldn't help but feel inadequate and unworthy inher presence, his shyness intensifying with each passing second as his faceflushed a deep shade of strawberry.
Meeting his gaze steadily, La'Mere spoke softly to him."Jhost, there is no need for shyness," she reassured him. "I donot wish to feel embarrassed or ashamed in your company."
Jhost's voice faltered, a mere whisper escaping his lips.The weight of unspoken words hung heavy between them, a palpable tension thatsuffocated the air. "Jhost, please," La'Mere's voice quivered, hereyes pleading for reassurance. "Do you truly believe I am the one destinedfor you? To stand by your side as your bride?" Her vulnerability shimmeredbeneath a veil of uncertainty; her heart laid bare before him.
Struggling to articulate his emotions, Jhost hesitatedbefore mustering the courage to speak. "La'Mere... understand thisclearly," he began, his words cautious yet resolute. "You bear noobligation in this matter." His tone softened with sincerity as hecontinued, "If any truth lies within the prophecy swirling around us, itis not you who lacks worthiness but I who am undeserving of such a fate."
A blush crept across La'Mere's cheeks as she averted hergaze momentarily, a shy smile playing on her lips before laughter danced in hereyes. "Well said," she chuckled lightly, encouraged by Jhost'shonesty. "Now it's your turn to bare your soul." And with gentlehands and tender care, she assisted Jhost in shedding the physical barriersthat mirrored his internal struggles since he was unable to fully help himselfin these matters.
In that fleeting moment, a moment tinged with a hint ofintimacy that could have been mistaken for romance, their gazes fell upon thediscoloration marring Jhost's lower torso. The sight made Jhost acutely awareof his own repulsiveness.
La’Mere's voice broke the silence, her words carrying aweight of purpose as she knelt before him. Tenderly, she pushed aside his hair,locking eyes with him to offer solace. Her touch brought a sense of peace toJhost's troubled mind.
"This is why I've guided you here, Jhost," La’Meremurmured softly. "Within these sacred grounds lie our final hope for yourhealing." Her gaze held unwavering on his. "This place stands as oneof the last sanctuaries untouched by the Taint on all of Hope. Here, there isno corruption – no malice, no illness, no decay, and no death." She pausedbriefly to let her words sink in.
Jhost, perceptive as ever, began piecing together theimplications of La’Mere's intentions. A realization crept over him, yet hesought clarification before committing fully. "Are you saying there's arisk in bringing me here?" he inquired cautiously.
"Yes, Jhost," La’Mere confirmed with a tinge ofregret. "Regrettably... introducing anything impure or tainted into thissanctuary holds the potential to irreversibly mar its purity."
Concern etched across his features, Jhost shook his headresolutely. "It seems too great a risk then," he admitted somberly toLa’Mere. "I cannot bear being the harbinger of further harm anddesolation—especially not to such an exquisite refuge as this.".
La’Mere's voice turned somber, a weighty seriousnesssettling over her features as she addressed Jhost. "Jhost, the venom thatCurse has inflicted upon you is a malevolent force unlike any I haveencountered in all my years of studying healing arts. It harbors a darkness soprofound that it threatens not just your life but the very essence of who youare." She paused, her gaze sweeping over the serene surroundings beforelocking onto him with pleading eyes. "I implore you to trust me. If leftunchecked, this affliction could unleash untold horrors upon this world and itsremaining pockets of beauty."
Jhost hesitated, his heart heavy with uncertainty. La’Mere'skindness had been a beacon of light in his darkest hour, a selfless act of aidamidst chaos. Gratitude swelled within him, intertwining with the fragiletendrils of trust he dared to extend towards her. With a silent nod, heyielded.
Meeting his gaze with unwavering intensity, La’Mereexpressed her gratitude. "Thank you, Jhost. Your decision speaks volumesabout your character; only by one's own will can they venture into realms suchas this."
"Now... finally! Off with these... garments!"Jhost sensed the uncertainty in her tone. "It's alright... you can speakyour mind. These clothes of mine are no better than tatters now. Barely fit forcovering!" he quipped, trying to lighten the mood. In response, a faintsmile graced her lips.
With deliberate care, she removed the remnants that passedas Jhost's shirt, revealing his worn-out physique. Pausing briefly, she thenproceeded to strip away his tattered trousers. As the fabric slid off, exposinghis mottled skin in shades of purple, black, and blue across his feet, legs,lower torso, and manhood, a wave of revulsion washed over him. Unable to bearthe sight of his own transformation any longer, he turned away in a mix ofdread and repulsion. The numbness that enveloped those areas only added to hisgrowing unease, overshadowing any sense of embarrassment or impropriety in thatvulnerable moment.
La’Mere, with a no-nonsense air, interjected once more."Alright, here's the plan. Once we navigate through the mist and fog,brace yourself for some peculiar and discomforting sensations. It's all part ofthe process. We'll ease into it gradually, starting by heading towards the poolbelow to gauge the effects." Jhost simply nodded in agreement, hisdemeanor calm yet resolute.
"Excellent, let's begin!" The scene would haveappeared peculiar to any onlooker - La’Mere and Jhost, unclothed like newborns,advancing towards the enchanting pools veiled by a mysterious mist. Despite anypotential awkwardness, La’Mere effortlessly scooped up Jhost with a strengththat surpassed any woman he had ever encountered. Cradling him as if he weighedmere ounces, she adjusted her position before proceeding. Jhost experienced amix of sensations but pushed aside any distractions to focus on their mission.
With La’Mere supporting him securely - her right arm beneathhis knees and left arm encircling his back - Jhost could steady himself byplacing his arm around her neck for balance and a clearer view. Though he feltnumb below the waist, the sight of her bare chest against his lower bodystirred unexpected desires within him despite his current state. Swiftlyrefocusing on their task and La’Mere's altruistic gesture, he met her gaze asthey locked eyes; a silent acknowledgment passed between them amidst the gravityof their undertaking. She seemed quite pleased to have gained his notice.
As they ventured deeper into the mist and fog, an eerietransformation enveloped their surroundings. Light danced in mysteriouspatterns, casting shifting shadows around them. Strangely, Jhost sensed adisorienting distortion of space - each step feeling like an arduous journeydespite covering mere inches.
The mist wrapped around them like a cool embrace, its touchalmost purifying as it caressed their skin. Faint melodies drifted from afar,carried by the gentle sounds of trickling pools and miniature waterfallscascading towards the distant sea. Despite their relentless progress, the waterfeatures remained tantalizingly out of reach, teasing with their elusiveproximity.
Abruptly, a bone-chilling cold descended upon them, causingshivers to wrack their bodies. The air turned icy, stealing their breath awayas they pressed onward. Then, as swiftly as it had come, the temperature spikeddramatically, swathing them in oppressive heat that drenched them in sweat.Gasping for air became a struggle as they navigated these extreme fluctuations.
While La'Mere maintained her composure with unwaveringresolve, Jhost found himself consumed by a wave of unworthiness he couldn'texplain. Tears welled up in his eyes unbidden, a profound sorrow gripping hisheart without clear cause. Despite this inner turmoil, La'Mere led onsteadfastly through the surreal climate shifts.
Eventually, the temperature stabilized to normalcy beforethey emerged from the radiant fog and mist onto an unexpected vista. In thatmoment of revelation, Jhost stood frozen in disbelief at what lay before him.
"Isn't it just beautiful?" La'Mere's words were amere whisper, but they echoed loudly in Jhost's mind. It was as though a veilhad been lifted from his eyes, revealing a world he had never truly seenbefore.
"It's like I've been living in darkness all this time,and now... now I can finally see the light," Jhost murmured, his voicefilled with wonder. "Everything is so vivid, so full of life."
"It only gets better from here," La'Mere repliedcryptically. Leading him to the lowest pool, they approached water thatshimmered with a soft blue glow. The ground beneath her feet was a lush carpetof short grass and delicate white flowers that emitted a gentle fragrance andtwinkled like tiny stars.
The very essence of the air seemed purer, invigorating theirlungs with each breath. Above them, the sky was alive with an ethereal dance ofcolors - an aurora borealis painting the heavens while stars sparkled likediamonds.
"I feel like I've transcended into another realm,"Jhost whispered in awe.
La'Mere's smile held secrets untold as she remarked softly,"Not quite... but close."
La’Mere led them to the lower pool, its temperature aperfect balance of coolness and warmth, while the mist enveloped them in arefreshing embrace. "Okay, brace yourself," she murmured, her wordsbarely audible over the gentle cascade of water.
Jhost felt an inexplicable connection with La’Mere, as if anunseen thread bound them together in ways he couldn't comprehend. Despite thebrevity of their acquaintance, a sense of rightness settled within him. Theedge of the pool, crafted from a smooth calcium carbonite material, stood onlya few feet tall and exuded a softness to the touch.
As La’Mere immersed Jhost into the water, a sudden surge ofchaos erupted. The once serene surface began to churn and bubble furiously atthe touch of his tainted toe, as though rebelling against his contamination.Dark tendrils of poison oozed out from his body like malevolent ink stainingthe pristine waters, meandering downstream towards the gentle cascades below.
A faint tremor, barely perceptible at first, rippled throughthe serene pool, lasting for what seemed like an eternity. As hues of vitalitytentatively returned to Jhost's form, a subtle transformation began from hislower body upwards – a mesmerizing sight marred by the ominous appearance ofhairline fractures snaking across the pool's walls. The once bubbling waterscalmed, the ethereal radiance within them dimmed, until with a deafening crack,the walls shattered, releasing a torrent of shimmering water that merged withthe cascading falls on their way to the distant ocean.
In that poignant moment of cleansing and destructionintertwined, both Jhost and La'Mere felt a shared understanding that whilepurging the poison from Jhost's being was necessary, it exacted a toll on thefragile balance of the luminous pools' ecosystem. Amidst this bittersweetrevelation, Jhost's eyes lit up with newfound hope as he turned to La'Mere andexclaimed breathlessly, "I can sense something stirring! It's... evencausing me pain!" A mix of astonishment and relief colored his words as heacknowledged this unfamiliar sensation coursing through his body – anexperience so intense that its discomfort brought him an unexpected joy beyondwords.
La’Mere's eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and sorrowas she observed the changes in Jhost. "It's happening, Jhost," shewhispered, her voice tinged with melancholy. Leaning closer to him, she urged,"We must persist." Jhost nodded in agreement. Despite hiswillingness, La’Mere struggled to lift his limp form towards the next pool. Theprocess repeated itself - vibrant hues seeping back into Jhost's form, darktoxins being purged downstream, and yet another hot tub left in ruin by theirefforts.
Jhost's immersion in the pools felt like an unending curse,a relentless thief of his essence. Each dip stripped away the sickly taint ofpoison until his body purged the darkness. Strangely, he found himself not justrestored but invigorated beyond measure, surpassing even his previous peakstate when every molecule had felt alive.
Surveying his surroundings, Jhost realized a profound changewithin himself in this peculiar place. His physical form exuded normalcy, as ifhe had seamlessly slipped back into his own skin, reclaiming his place in theworld. Yet, it was more than that; a subtle but undeniable shift coursedthrough him. His senses heightened to an unprecedented level, unveiling anewfound clarity and intensity.
The colors around him danced with newfound vibrancy,painting the world in hues he had never before witnessed. Every scent envelopedhim with startling richness, overwhelming yet grounding him in the presentmoment. Amidst this sensory symphony, a distinct presence intruded upon hisawareness - La'Mere's unmistakable aura brushed against his senses, halting himin his tracks.
As the sharp pains below his waist gradually ebbed away,Jhost's gaze met La'Mere's intense stare. "Can you attempt to wiggle yourtoes?" she inquired, her eyes filled with anticipation. Focusing intently,Jhost directed his thoughts downwards, willing his toes to respond. Slowly butsurely, his right big toe obediently bowed, eliciting shared excitement betweenLa'Mere and himself.
With newfound determination, he continued to command hisbody, first moving one foot and then the other. Gradually, he initiated adeliberate motion of lifting and bending his legs at the knees. Encouraged byLa'Mere's presence and support, he ventured further - attempting to rise to hisfeet.
"I'm here if you need assistance," La'Merereassured him as Jhost embarked on this challenging feat. Unperturbed by hisnakedness in her presence, Jhost focused on the task at hand. Though initiallyfeeling a bit unsteady, the steadiness of La'Mere's hands guided him as hestood upright.
A radiant smile graced his features as a sense of liberationwashed over him; regaining the ability to stand was a triumph beyond measure.With each step he took by the luminous pool beside them, a growing sense ofnormalcy returned to his mind-body connection. The prospect of walking againfilled him with profound gratitude and relief - a silent prayer of thanksechoed through his thoughts as hope bloomed anew within him. (Thank the Maker!)
They stood amidst a somber scene, surrounded by theshattered remnants of once-glistening pools that had been sacrificed to bringJhost back from the brink. The broken, darkened basins whispered of lostvitality and sacrificed sanctity. Only a scant two-dozen pristine poolsremained above, precariously holding onto their untouched purity.
La’Mere broke the heavy silence first, her voice tinged withregret as she acknowledged the irreversible cost of their actions. "Jhost,we bear the weight of these shattered pools upon us, a testament to ourdesperate need for your healing," she confessed softly, her fingers stillintertwined with his left hand as if seeking solace in their connection.
Caught in a moment of unspoken understanding, La’Mere's gazelingered on Jhost with a mix of longing and concern. When Jhost met her eyes,searching for answers in her troubled expression, she faltered under hisscrutiny and turned away, cheeks flushed with unspoken emotions. Sensing herunease, Jhost's question hung heavy in the air, "Have I erred in someway?"
A pregnant pause followed, laden with unspoken truths anduntold emotions swirling between them like shadows cast by flickering starlight.
La’Mere's gaze met Jhost's, and in that moment, arealization dawned upon them both - they stood exposed, stripped bare of alldefenses like newborns meeting each other for the first time. Despite theundeniable allure between them, a sense of propriety and restraint lingered inthe air, restraining their impulses. A weighty silence settled between them,pregnant with unspoken words, stretching into an eternity of hesitation.
La’Mere's gaze met Jhost's, and in that moment, arealization dawned upon them both - they stood exposed, stripped bare of alldefenses like newborns meeting each other for the first time. Despite theundeniable allure between them, a sense of propriety and restraint lingered inthe air, restraining their impulses. A weighty silence settled between them,pregnant with unspoken words, stretching into an eternity of hesitation.
La’Mere broke the heavy silence that enveloped them, hervoice soft yet tinged with uncertainty. “Jhost…”
“Yes, La’Mere,” Jhost replied, his spirit feeling a touchmended but still cloaked in doubt.
"Do you... find me attractive?" La’Mere's wordshung in the air, laden with vulnerability.
Jhost, grappling with his own inner turmoil, could onlymanage a nod and whispered, "...more than you realize."
Struggling to articulate her thoughts, La’Mere hesitatedbefore finally voicing her gratitude. "Thank you for not making me feelashamed or embarrassed."
With a nervous stutter, she continued, "I... I wasexpecting... well... I thought you might be more... excited. You know,considering..." Her voice trailed off into uncertainty.
Perplexed by her implication, Jhost questioned,"Excited? What do you mean?"
In a soft admission, La’Mere murmured, "You know...with me being so exposed to you."
Jhost stood there in stunned silence as realization slowlydawned upon him.
Collecting his thoughts, he addressed La’Mere with earnestsincerity. "La’Mere... I find you incredibly beautiful. Normally, I wouldbe more... aroused." His words carried a mix of admiration and regret.
Blushing furiously but mustering courage, La’Mere managed tospeak again. “Do you think we should try another pool?”
Feeling a pang of guilt wash over him at her suggestion,Jhost responded quietly. “I’m not certain what we should do next.”
After a moment of contemplation on both sides, La’Meretentatively proposed, “Would you be interested in ensuring that everything is…wellyou know… functioning properly?”
Jhost's realization dawned with a sudden clarity that sentshivers down his spine. The dilemma lay before him as La’Mere stood before him,a vision of unparalleled beauty that threatened to overwhelm his senses. Hehesitated, unwilling to rush the delicate balance of the moment.
Yet, as their gazes locked in an unbreakable bond, amagnetic pull surged between them, causing a literal melting sensation withintheir beings. The cliché of butterflies fluttering in the stomach paled incomparison to the electric intensity that crackled between them.
In a heartbeat, Jhost leaned in for a kiss, and as La’Meregracefully met him halfway, their lips brushed together in a perfect fusion. Itwas in that fleeting instant that an unspoken understanding passed betweenthem, a silent agreement etched in the fabric of their souls - they weredestined to be intertwined... for eternity.
Their embrace was a symphony of sensations. His armsenveloped her, drawing her close amidst the ethereal ambiance of the pools'misty veil, the gentle starlight caressing their skin, and the intoxicatingscent of their intertwined beings. It was a fusion beyond mere physical touch;their very souls seemed to intertwine in a dance older than time itself.
In that fleeting moment, La’Mere felt a deep resonance withJhost, as if their thoughts harmonized without words. This connectiontranscended mere affection; it was a profound soul-binding love that resonatedthrough every fiber of their beings.
Breaking away slightly from Jhost's tender kisses, La’Meregazed into his eyes with an intensity that spoke volumes. "I have anidea," she whispered softly, her voice carrying a promise of eternity inits cadence. Jhost, captivated by her gaze and eager for what she had in mind,nodded in anticipation. "Tell me," he urged, his voice tinged withboth curiosity and desire.
"Shall we commence with a swift ritual?" sheproposed eagerly, her eyes ablaze with anticipation. There was a radiantquality about her, as though an ethereal flame burned deep within her core.Initiating the ceremony, she hummed a tune that resonated through the air, itsnotes twisting and weaving like living entities. The enchanting melodylingered, captivating Jhost in a trance of wonder. Mesmerized by her song, hestood transfixed as the music wrapped around him, binding him in its mysticalembrace for what felt like an eternity.
In a matter of moments, the tranquil clearing began to stirwith life. The hushed arrival of two Snow Owls marked the start, followedswiftly by a regal White stag and its companion. Soon after, a pair of etherealwhite wolves appeared, their presence adding to the mystical gathering. Itseemed almost as though an unspoken communication passed between all thesecreatures, orchestrating their arrival in perfect harmony. Then, in abreathtaking culmination, two colossal white swans soared above, drawing everyeye towards their graceful descent. As they touched down before La’Mere andJhost, their grandeur was undeniable - each as large as a small commuter plane.
With a reverent bow first to La’Mere and then to Jhost, amomentous silence enveloped the clearing. The slightly smaller of the majesticswans broke the quietude with words that resonated deeply, "La’Mere... weunderstand your summons and stand by your side." Casting a knowing gaze atJhost before returning to La’Mere, the swan's prophetic tone hinted at bothprofound joy and looming sorrow for the duo.
Jhost's apprehension flared as he exchanged a swift glancewith La'Mere, unsettled by the swan's cryptic message. Deep within him stirredan intuition that these were no ordinary swans; their sheer magnificence, size,and intelligence commanded respect beyond mortal comprehension.
La’mere locked eyes with Jhost, noticing the mix of worryand bewilderment etched on his features. Without hesitation, she reassured him,her voice steady yet filled with unwavering conviction. "Jhost, fearnot," she began softly, her words carrying a weight of profoundunderstanding. "Every ounce of joy, no matter how fleeting or immense,that you bring forth is more than sufficient." Her gaze then shifted tothe majestic Swan who had spoken. "Lira, you see into my very essence, youcomprehend the depths of my being; you know well the purpose that drivesme."
Lira, slightly smaller than her companion, angled her mostlyblack beak - its faded dark orange tip standing out starkly against theobsidian plumage. Her eyes were vast pools of darkness reflecting anotherworldly glimmer akin to stars swirling within them. With a gracefulmovement of her long neck, Lira drew near to Jhost's head as if attempting topeer not just into his eyes but delving deep into his very essence. This silentcommunion lasted for what seemed like an eternity stretched over thirty heartbeats.Her head tilted slightly in contemplation, as if struggling to decipher hiddentruths.
Finally breaking the silence, Lira addressed Jhost in a tonelaced with reverence and gratitude. "Jhost... yes, that name will sufficefor now," she acknowledged solemnly before continuing. "You havevanquished Curse," she affirmed with a sense of eternal indebtedness.Lowering her gaze towards the ground below them, Lira observed the shimmeringhealing pools beneath them before meeting Jhost's gaze once more. A subtleshake of her head conveyed unspoken sorrow as she spoke with somber wisdom."The toll you bear is not yours alone to carry; it is a burden born fromthe malevolence inflicted upon us by that ancient Drake," she explainedgently yet firmly. "It is time to forge ahead and leave behind this legacyof suffering."
Lira, her neck adorned with iridescent feathers thatshimmered under the moonlight, inclined towards her mate, Paetor."Paetor... you understand my purpose," she murmured softly. Paetor, amajestic Swan with eyes as deep as the night sky, met Lira's gaze and utteredwords for the first time, his voice a melodic blend of joy and sorrow."Soul mate... never have I felt such profound elation intertwined withmelancholy." Lira nodded in solemn agreement. "The moment hasarrived." Paetor surveyed the assembled witnesses – Wolves bowing theirheads, Owls rustling their feathers in silent acknowledgment.
Taking charge, Lira addressed La'mere and Jhost."La'mere... Jhost... come forward and stand facing each other."Without a word, they obeyed her command. "Raise your right hands and placethem upon each other's hearts," Lira instructed gently.
Jhost stood transfixed by La'mere's ethereal beauty,heightened by the enchantment of their surroundings where every sensation wasintensified beyond comprehension. In that mystical moment, he grasped thesignificance of the ceremony unfolding before him and embraced itwholeheartedly.
As their hands met over beating hearts, the celestial canopyabove twinkled in approval while the pools radiated a soft glow, accompanied bythe tranquil melody of water trickling through the conduits towards the distantocean. It was a scene of unparalleled beauty that transcended mere sight orsound; it resonated with an ineffable harmony that bound them together in asymphony of unity and purpose.
In the sacred presence of Ona's name, Lira addressed La'Merewith a solemn question, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. La'Mere'sresponse quivered as she affirmed her acceptance of Jhost into theirintertwined destinies.
Turning to Jhost, Lira's gaze bore into his soul as sheposed the same question in Ona's revered name. Jhost echoed La'Mere'scommitment, sensing a profound shift within them both that would alter thecourse of their lives forever.
With a gesture of unity, Lira and Paetor enfolded the entiregroup within their colossal wings - La'Mere, Jhost, the owls, and wolves. Anindescribable sensation enveloped Jhost, akin to a divine blessing mingled witha comforting warmth that engulfed him entirely. Moments passed before theprotective wings withdrew.
Words of well-wishes flowed from Lira to La'Mere and Jhost,promising unwavering support and joy for their shared journey ahead. As Liraextended her welcome to Jhost “Welcome into our family dearest Jhost!”. He stood awestruck, finally managing toexpress his gratitude and awe at being embraced by such extraordinary beings.
Lira's laughter rang out, a melodic sound in the midst ofuncertainty. "Don't worry, Jhost, you've got this," she reassured himbefore turning her gaze towards Paetor. "We should leave soon," sheadded with a sense of urgency lacing her words.
Glancing at La'Mere, Lira inquired, "Will it be alrightif we head to the North with this news?" La'Mere nodded thoughtfully."It would be wise. We might need allies sooner than we expect, especiallyonce word spreads that Curse has met his end."
After a silent exchange of nods between Lira and Paetor,they shot up into the sky, spiraling around the group thrice before streakingnorthward amidst the starlit heavens. A single large white feather floated downgracefully, landing near La'Mere and Jhost. La'Mere playfully picked it up andattempted to tickle Jhost with it, their laughter mingling in the air.
Quickly composing themselves, they acknowledged the othertwo pairs nearby. La'Mere addressed the owls first with gratitude for theirtrust and presence during their pledge. The owls cooed softly before glidingaway.
Turning to the majestic white dire wolves, each resemblingsmall ponies with their golden eyes gleaming brightly, La'Mere expressed herdeep appreciation for their unwavering service and vigilant watch over her."I can never thank you enough for being here to witness this moment andour vow," she said sincerely.
In response to her words, the wolves emitted happy whiningsounds while wagging their tails fervently. With a bow of respect, theylingered briefly before vanishing into the shadows without a sound.
La’Mere met Jhost's gaze, her eyes holding a glint ofancient wisdom. "They, along with the Owls, possess the gift ofspeech," she revealed softly. Jhost had a faint inkling of this fact butcraved confirmation, prompting him to inquire, "Then why have they chosennot to?" La’Mere fell silent for a beat, a delicate flush creeping up hercheeks as she turned away, unable to meet his eyes. A subtle shift stirredwithin Jhost, an unfamiliar sensation stirring in his core, elusive and enigmatic.
“Jhost.. there are only a few more hours left.. beforesunrise”
Jhost.. being pretty clueless responded “is there somethingyou would like to do?” It didn’t come out the way he intended, but La’Mererolled with it.
“Jhost…come… I want to take you to one more pool”. Shereached out her hand. The several moons, stars, and rings worth of lightilluminated her entire body. Jhost’s hand met hers. She guided him a few morefeet upwards to the next glowing pool.
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