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II. Chasing the Sun: Whispers of the Moon, The Storm Weaver (Part 3)

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#1Rhea 

II. Chasing the Sun: Whispers of the Moon, The Storm Weaver (Part 3) Empty Fri Oct 04, 2024 4:44 pm

Rhea


Rhea


Rhea awoke to the smell of damp earth and the faint murmur of voices. Her body felt heavy, as though she were sinking into the bed beneath her, but the softness of the fur blankets around her was a comfort she hadn’t felt in weeks. She blinked slowly, her vision hazy, adjusting to the dim light of the hut. Her mother’s village. Somehow, impossibly, she was home.

As her surroundings came into focus, she saw familiar faces. Talis, her mother, stood at the foot of the bed, her silver hair glowing faintly in the soft light filtering through the tent’s opening. Her expression was one of calm concern, but her eyes betrayed the worry she harbored. Lector hovered nearby, his wings barely making a sound as they fluttered nervously. The healers, robed in dark greens and browns, moved quietly around the room, their hands gentle as they placed wet cloths on her forehead and wiped away the sweat beading on her skin.

Rhea tried to move, but her body wouldn’t obey. She felt as if her limbs were weighed down by invisible chains. The simple act of breathing was laborious, each inhale sending a dull ache through her chest. For a moment, panic surged through her, but it was quelled by her mother’s soft voice.

“Rhea,” Talis said gently, stepping closer. “You’re safe now. You’re home.”

“How… how did I get here?” Rhea managed to croak, her throat dry, the words scraping painfully as they left her lips.

Lector, who had been nervously fidgeting in mid-air, suddenly landed beside her, his small face pinched with guilt. “I brought you back,” he admitted, his voice uncharacteristically subdued. “You were getting worse, Rhea. I didn’t know what else to do. So… I brought you back to Stella. I figured your mother could help.”



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#2Rhea 

II. Chasing the Sun: Whispers of the Moon, The Storm Weaver (Part 3) Empty Fri Oct 04, 2024 4:50 pm

Rhea


Rhea


Rhea stared at him, the weight of his words pressing down on her. She had been so close to finding something—anything—that might have led her to the Immortal Sun. But now, it seemed, she had been dragged back to the one place she hadn’t intended to return so soon. She turned her gaze back to her mother, a question burning in her mind.

“What’s happening to me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Did you… did you figure it out?”

Talis exchanged a glance with one of the healers before nodding. “We did,” she said softly, but the solemnity in her tone made Rhea’s heart sink. “Your Light mana… it’s dissipating. It’s draining out of your body far faster than we can contain it. That’s what’s been affecting you. It’s why your hair has turned white, why the gold from your eyes has faded.”

Rhea swallowed, her heart pounding against her ribs. “What does that mean?”

Talis hesitated for a moment before speaking again, her voice steady but pained, attempting to hold back any tears. “It means that… you’re dying, Rhea. Your body can’t handle the loss of your Light mana. It’s changing you, weakening you.”

The words hit Rhea like a punch to the gut. She’d known something was wrong, but to hear it said so plainly, so definitively—it felt like the ground had been ripped out from under her. Dying. The word reverberated in her mind, echoing alongside the thoughts of everything she hadn’t done. Everything she still needed to do.

“I can’t die,” Rhea muttered, panic creeping into her voice. “I haven’t… I haven’t stopped Bosco. I haven’t protected our people. There’s still so much I have to do.”



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#3Rhea 

II. Chasing the Sun: Whispers of the Moon, The Storm Weaver (Part 3) Empty Fri Oct 04, 2024 6:10 pm

Rhea


Rhea


Talis reached out, placing a comforting hand on her daughter’s arm. “There is a way, Rhea,” she said slowly, carefully, as if weighing each word. “It’s a practice we rarely speak of, and even more rarely use. But… it could save you.”

Rhea frowned, confused. “What are you talking about?”

Talis took a deep breath, and for the first time, Rhea saw uncertainty in her mother’s usually composed expression. “It’s a form of blood magic,” she explained. “An ancient practice among our kind. It’s dangerous and taboo, but it could stop the deterioration. It could save your life.”

Rhea’s heart lurched at the mention of blood magic. She had heard whispers of it growing up, stories passed down in hushed voices about the terrible power it held. Blood magic could change a person, twist them into something unrecognizable. It was a power that could not be undone once invoked.

Her throat tightened. “No,” she said, shaking her head weakly. “We can’t use blood magic. I’ve seen what it does to people. It corrupts them. I won’t become something I’m not.”

Talis knelt beside her, her green eyes locking onto Rhea’s. “It won’t corrupt you,” she said firmly. “This magic… it’s not the kind you’ve heard of in stories. This is something different. It’s a bond, a transformation. It would make you like me. A full wood elf.” But Talis failed to mention, that it is the wielder of the magic that faces the repercussions.

Rhea’s breath caught in her throat. The idea of becoming something more, of gaining the strength to continue her mission—it tempted her. But the dangers… the stories of blood magic’s consequences weighed heavily on her mind.

“What would it do to me?” Rhea asked, her voice quieter now. “How would it change me?”

Talis sighed softly, brushing a lock of white hair away from her daughter’s face. "It would bind you to the land, to the magic of the forests. Your body would be transformed so that you can live. Your mana may or may not be replaced, but as a wood-elf, your body would be more powerful. But it’s not without pain. The transformation… it’s difficult. Your body will have to evolve, to accept the change on a fundamental level.”



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#4Rhea 

II. Chasing the Sun: Whispers of the Moon, The Storm Weaver (Part 3) Empty Sat Oct 05, 2024 1:27 pm

Rhea


Rhea


Rhea closed her eyes, her mind reeling. She had always been proud of her Stellan blood, of her human and elven heritage. But now, faced with her mortality, with the thought of dying before she had accomplished her goals, before she had even begun to protect her people, her resolve wavered.

Talis squeezed her hand gently. “It’s your choice, Rhea. I won’t force this on you. But if you don’t do this… you won’t survive, and...I need you, Mija.”

The room was silent, save for the faint crackling of a nearby fire. Rhea could feel the weight of her decision pressing down on her, threatening to crush her. She was weak, dying, and yet the fire within her still burned. She couldn’t let it be extinguished. Not like this. Not before she had even had a chance to fight.

Slowly, painfully, Rhea nodded. “Alright,” she whispered. “I’ll do it.”

Talis’s expression softened with relief, and she stood, motioning for the healers to prepare. “It will take some time to gather everything we need,” she said. “Rest, mija. Tonight, we will begin the ritual.”

----------------- 4 Hours Later -----------------

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the village in shades of gold and crimson, Rhea was carried outside by the healers, her body too weak to support itself. The air was thick with tension, a sense of foreboding that rippled through the crowd of villagers who had gathered to witness the ritual. Some murmured their disapproval, their distrust of blood magic evident in their hushed conversations. But others stood silently, their faces set with determination. They understood the stakes. They understood the price.

Lector hovered nervously nearby, his wings twitching as he watched the proceedings with wide eyes. “I don't know about this,” he muttered under his breath. “Blood magic… so many things could go wrong, Rhea.”

Rhea, barely able to lift her head, managed a weak smile. “I don’t have much of a choice, Lector.”




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#5Rhea 

II. Chasing the Sun: Whispers of the Moon, The Storm Weaver (Part 3) Empty Sat Oct 05, 2024 1:56 pm

Rhea


Rhea


Talis stood at the center of the clearing, her long silver hair flowing in the evening breeze. The healers had already drawn a circle around her and Rhea, intricate symbols etched into the dirt, glowing faintly with magical energy. The ritual was ready.

“Begin,” Talis commanded softly, and the healers moved in unison, their voices rising in a low, melodic chant.

The air around them seemed to hum with energy as Talis stepped forward, her hand glowing with a soft green light. She took Rhea’s hand, her fingers cold against her daughter’s fevered skin, and gently pricked her palm with a small, silver blade. Blood welled up, dark and red, and Talis did the same to her own hand. Their blood mixed, flowing together into the soil beneath them.

The chanting grew louder, more violent, as the ritual began to take shape. Rhea’s body convulsed as the magic surged through her, pain lancing through her veins like fire. She gritted her teeth, her body wracked with spasms as the blood magic forced her very being to change. Her cells, her bones, her very essence were being rewritten, reshaped into something new. Something more.

She floated, weightless, her mother’s magic lifting them both into the air as the ritual intensified. The pain was unbearable, every nerve in her body screaming in agony as her DNA was altered on a molecular level. It felt as though her skin were being peeled away, layer by layer, only to be rebuilt from the inside out.

The wind picked up, howling through the village as the storm clouds gathered overhead. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a low, ominous growl that shook the earth beneath them. The villagers watched in awe and fear as the skies darkened, the air thick with electricity.




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#6Rhea 

II. Chasing the Sun: Whispers of the Moon, The Storm Weaver (Part 3) Empty Sat Oct 05, 2024 2:00 pm

Rhea


Rhea


Rhea felt the power coursing through her, overwhelming, uncontrollable. She was losing herself to it, her consciousness fading as the storm within her grew stronger. The wind tore at her, pulling her higher into the sky as lightning crackled around her. Her eyes snapped open, glowing a fierce, stormy blue and gray, her body levitating on the winds she now commanded.

The storm raged, wild and untamed, and for a moment, Rhea thought she would be consumed by it. The sky was hers to command, but the power was too much, too vast. She could feel herself slipping, the control slipping through her fingers like sand. The village below seemed so small, so fragile, and she realized with growing horror that if she didn’t stop, if she didn’t regain control, she could destroy everything—everyone she loved.

Talis, sensing the danger, acted quickly. She conjured a cloud of pollun spores with a swift gesture, sending them swirling toward Rhea. The spores hit her face, and the sudden rush of the calming agent knocked her out of the sky. Rhea plummeted toward the earth, her mind slipping into unconsciousness, but before she could hit the ground, a giant plant rose up from the soil, cradling her gently as she fell.

The storm began to subside, the wind dying down as the lightning receded into the distance. The village was silent, save for the distant rumble of thunder.

Talis rushed to her daughter’s side, her heart pounding in her chest. She knelt beside Rhea’s still form, brushing a hand over her pale face. “Rhea?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Rhea’s eyes fluttered open, weak but alive. She stared up at her mother, her vision blurry, her voice barely audible. “What… what happened?”

Talis hesitated, her own voice catching in her throat as she stared at her daughter’s changed form. “There are… rumors,” she said quietly, her eyes wide with awe. “Of the Storm Weaver. The chosen of Kukulkan. The voice of Metzi.”

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