Page 16 of Heir of Broken Souls

Uth avor tanu, vithar zarith, guveth solenn.”

The white magic pouring from her hands recedes, along with the white layer of power cocooning my body.

Silence falls upon the room until a man with skin as dark as night, and adorned with golden armor and jewels, tilts his head back and begins to preach. It’s in the same language as the woman before, and yet with every word, the golden power wrapped around me strikes sharp and quick, forcing my body to twist and turn, trying to evade the pain I know I don’t deserve.

“Sathen dorath lora, kiven elasith.

Mira larith an zothar, vithar avithor althar.

Nira rith thol, laen Morath galar.

Yath kithar doth althara, giveth lira vorithar.

Uth galar, saltha vithor, elen daron, ni thora milar.”

The tears pooling in my eyes fall as he removes his hands and the golden magic. Another steps forward, this one dressed in a blue so light, it reminds me of an awakening sky. With skin touched by the golden sun, her soft pink lips part. I brace my body for impact, but instead of pain, soft gentle warmth washes over my skin.

“Kith arath vorth, galar dothar maril.

Mira shothen vithari, kithar nira zalth.

Elen veira, lara doran alitha,

For a vithar eloth, milan thonara melith.

Uth nira sithan, larith kithar vithor.”

Too soon, the woman stops speaking in her soft whimsical voice, replaced by the wrath of a darkness so consuming, I scream.

“Voran thol yathen, milan gaelar,

Kithar narith miran, ithen marothar.

Luna nevrith yathra, lira sael,

Kith alethea, maran yathor vithor.

Inorath tharin, ashti vithar milar.”

This comes from a man with a face as white as snow, drenched in black billowy robes. As soon as he removes his power, my body slumps. Moving from rigid pain and what felt like unending torture to an overwhelming sense of relief.

A sob of fear flies from my mouth as a beautiful woman adorned in a green dress smiles down at me and raises her hands. But her power is as soft as the one in blue.

“For a larith thol, ethen dolonar,

Inorth thael, thur yath daron.

Vithara vithor, elen marith arna,

Nira dorath ashtar, uth laen milar.

Inorath thol, vithor talor guveth.”

Stopping as quickly as she started, the green power surrounding my body evaporates, and another woman with ethereal beauty lifts her hands, her violet light exploding.

“Vitha zelet alar, uthera nalor.

Sathen dothal marith, guven vithar neva.