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The Letter Within: Part 6 : End
Sweat trickled down her forehead sliding down the nap of her neck as her violet eyes stared at the stone wall in concentration as she reached inside the large saucer-like bowl, her hands trembling; waiting to grasp something. It shimmered with silvering liquid shifting with it’s mechanical insides whirling along into what seemed an infinite void of aether currents. This technology her father procured from, a source she wasn’t allowed to know, was to guide her to her brother’s soul swimming somewhere beyond, if it was still intact at all. She had tried five times before, and each time coming back with blue waves of this unknown energy that needed to be contained. It had eaten through her gloves, and now she was going in without any protection at all. She wasn’t sure exactly what this energy was, since it didn’t feel...quite like the aether she was used too. So, she placed it inside a lantern container to keep it for study later.
It had been four grueling months in Kugane’s housing district in the dark basement of one of her father’s many vacation houses. Trae was still inside his incubating tube machine, which she knew just about as much as she did with what her father told her.
“Just create the potion, you don’t need further details then that, and make it so it can be taken not by mouth but through here.” he had motioned towards a tube that connected to Trae’s bloodstream, so it had to be strong enough to bring him back, but not strong enough to blow his veins to smithereens.
Her hand was starting to tingle and a soft electrifying burning was starting to fester at the tips of her fingers. How was she suppose to know if she found him? Would Trae's soul attach like a morbel sapling to its mother? Would his soul feel...cold like his death or warm like his radiant smile?
Her hand was starting to feel numb, so she gave a deep sigh of defeat and started to slowly pull her hand back. It felt like slimy tendrils that had woven their way around and inside her and she shivered with disgust as they slid out. It felt as if it didn't want to let go of her.
Don't. Stay. He is waiting. Don't leave. We want you here.
It got easier to extract her arm the closer it got to the surface, and so the urge to dive in was lessened as well. She straightened herself properly inspecting her arm. It was surrounded in a blue fire or smoke-like energy as it had been when she took it out with her glove. This time however it was coming instead from her skin instead of the surface. As if she absorbed some of it; retained it. It was...a dull ache and she needed to release it somehow, and it seemed the longer it stayed within her the more it started to feel as if it was ripping her skin open in small slices. She willed it from her hand and to the lantern, but it was full! Shite...SHITE!
Aylawen was beginning to panic and she tried shaking the energy off to dissipate it, but there was nothing, it clung to her like a pudding onto garbage. Her heart was starting to throb as it started to spread to her elbow and she knelled down clutching her chest tightly. Calm down..calm...figure this out.... she repeated as the blue smokey energy made its way to her shoulder.
A sharp pain pierced her chest and she gasped sharply. Aylawen swayed and fell on her side as her vision darkened. A vision came into view through the darkness.
She knew this chilled feeling and the atmosphere of this stone fortress...it was Falcon’s Nest. And there she was...running headlong towards her one and only crush and dearest childhood friend.
He was keeping her heart...her whole being together in that strong embrace, while she could hear his breathing become labored and his tears fell onto the top of her head. She did not know it at the time, but he knew well before the family got word of Trae what had happened. He had given her a soft kiss of condolence, and then moved her back away from him. The grief, the sorrow, the hopelessness, and the regret of that day she replays over and over of not letting him know how she felt, but he had just lost his best friend as she had lost a brother. The memory blurred as Aylawen walked away from Alexondre...never to see him again.
When she awoke she could see the room bathed in a soft blue glow created from a few hundred blue Gron Mhar carpeting the floor. They were resonating a faint musical bell-like tones. Summer Tree was the translation of the flower of Draviania, a flower that she had seen so many times and it reminded her of Alexondre, of her childhood.
Her whole body felt so weighted as she arose from the magical flower garden. She heard a loud knocking from the basement door and she called with a hoarse voice, “Come in!”
The footsteps were her fathers, and he had a glass globe with him, with that same blue aether energy. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the blanket of flowers. “What....is this?!” he exclaimed rushing down the final steps looking in amazement.
Aylawen explained what she had done and what the outcome was, but didn’t tell him of the memory when she passed out. He told her that was a great discovery, though he did not say of any reason behind why it was so great. He was keeping something from her.
“You need to go further, not just your arm...your whole body needs to go through to the other side, to find Trae.” he muttered feverishly as he walked around the technology pool with a manic expression on his face. He didn’t care for her safety as long as he got Trae back, but...neither did she.
This was the beginning of the end. Once the spherical silver pool was enlarged to fit her whole body after three weeks of these unusual mechanics working on it, she was pushed into it head first. She went in flying through Aether upon Aether path looking for Trae. She had lost track of how long she had been inside the endless void of shifting blue lights and black and white spirals. On her final will of trying to find him she found him. A small wisp of energy stuck in a spiral of white spheres. His voice reached her first before the warmth of his presence did.
“Ayla?!” It was...weak, but it was him. She found him. Her heart soared with relief and her eyes melted into tears. “I found you, brother. Halone, I found you!” Her hands grasped his soul with care as she willed herself back through the length of the Aether tunnel she came through.
When she got back to the living world three months had passed by the clock across the wall was the first thing she saw. Her stomach rolled as she took her first step onto the cold stone floor and feeling as if she was being constricted inside herself; being contained again. Focusing her vision back to Trae’s soul in her hand, she swiftly walked to the tube machine placing it gently into the container designed for it. As soon as he was safety inside she turned around her hair flying in all directions as she walked with purpose towards her father who had been going through the notes on her desk.
Her whole body had soaked up too much of the Aether, and she was radiating it like waves of electrified smoke. “I have returned.” she croaked. Her voice sounded like an echo of herself...as if she needed to come back...needed grounding. He had whorled around with a loud scream as he looked upon her terrified.
She grasped him sharply by the scruff and launched him away from the desk grabbing a few of her potion bottles in a flurry of motions her expression now panic. Have to make this now, before it’s to late, have to retain it a little longer. She knew what to do...she knew the equation to the long conundrum of how to bring a body back from death. Her head felt like it was going to explode, but her body knew what motions to do, how to make it, and how to execute whatever it was running through her mind. She placed it all within another larger cauldron mixing it quickly using the flames to flash boil the contents, then shoving the contents into the bottle container of the tube machine, placing the same energy within the bottle as well. Her expression softened as she saw the machine hum strongly at the new items.
“It is done. Leave us be.” Aylawen walked passed her crumpled father going up the steps in a trance as she headed outside, and towards the sea. It was night, and the air had the smell of spring again. The willow trees that once were bare were swaying full in the ocean breeze. Her father had followed her out watching as she walked further into the ocean his arms stretched forward though afraid to touch her.
“You have to tell me....how you did it! We have to recreate what you just did, viola!” he called after her his voice filled with desperation and anger. Turning around she gave him a blank stare, “I know we will. Until then, father.”
Instead of the sea taking her away to freedom, it was her father who had other plans. He took it away from her once again. A pain seared through her back as her father shot her with a potent paralyzing poison as his guards surrounded her, but they were dressed differently they were head to toe in black with lines of yellow blue glowing striping. Before she could do anything they had a large machine encase her. The faint blue glow of herself and the weak voice of her father were the only things she remembered before it went silent and dark.
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