As she and Arryzério strode out the door, the bright sunlight nearly blinded her, the same way it had when she had awoken from her coma-like state- but it was far worse this time. Feeling lightheaded, she stumbled under the leafy branch of an elm tree, trying to let her eyes adjust to the light.
What’s going on? She thought, completely baffled. This almost never happens to any elves in the world!
“Delvyréla, are you okay?” Arryzério asked, astounded.
To Delvyréla, his voice was drowned out, barely audible, and distant-sounding. She opened her eyes a bit, but all she could see was swirling darkness and an obscured image of someone- the elf who murdered her parents.
* * *
Delvyréla watched Jifaltron, standing in a dark room, with a twisted smirk on his face. Everything in there was black, with the exception of a faint blue light in the center of the room. The light’s source was the dull blue crystals on a dark brown staff. There was not much of a need for it though, as elves can see in the dark.
Other elves, dressed similarly to Jifaltron, surrounded him.
“I murdered her parents,” Jifaltron proclaimed. The other elves apparently had no need to ask whom this “her” was.
“I have also carefully organized a scheme… I’ll leave her alone for about five months or so. I’ll then come back to Schalyrr-“
He then stopped abruptly and glanced around the room until his eyes met the angle from which Delvyéra watched everything.
“Ritécharrko lamfirra rynoeshléva!” Jifaltron exclaimed. His staff lit up. Hundreds of blood-red sparks flew from the crystals, quickly ascending in perfect, parallel lines.
When they reached the ceiling, all that Delvyréla could see was swirling darkness yet again.
* * *
“Delvyréla! Come ON already! How long are you going to keep this up?” Arryzério yelled, clearly infuriated. “This is the exact same thing that happened two days ago, except we’re outside!” He was correct.
Delvyréla opened her eyes and looked around Schalyrykk. The twenty cottages there were perfectly organized into five columns with four cottages each. Trees were scattered unevenly around the village, which was surrounded by an immense forest that covered most of Kishrylmia. The trees’ large, fresh, leafy branches were perfect for practicing the plant-controlling spell, Plantéma. Although the village’s landscape had changed just slightly over the past decade, its beauty remained as alluring to Delvyréla as it always had been.
She tore her eyes away from her surroundings and shifted her gaze towards Arryzério.
“Yes, I’m highly aware of that,” she said, glaring at him somewhat angrily. After this statement, Arryzério appeared to strongly regret what he had said to her. “I’m sorry,” he quickly apologized.
Together, Delvyréla and Arryzério ambled through the immense forest that covered the majority of Kishrylmia. It was even more lush and beautiful than Schalyrykk. The relatively wide Lezyverre River cut and zigzagged through the forest with many plants growing alongside it; most of these plants were broad trees that towered over everything around them. Their enormous, leafy branches formed a canopy that weakly shielded the forest from things such as rain. There was also green grass, which strongly resembled its appearance in Schalyrykk, with each blade exactly the same size. In the places where beams of sunlight dappled through the branches, a wide variety of rare Kishrylmian bushes, herbs, flowers, and other exotic plants sprouted through the soil. One of the plants that stood out the most was a large bush. Its small leaves were dark green and shiny. Distracting and highly noticeable purple flowers grew on some of the branches. There were also many vines wrapped around several narrow trees.
Delvyréla was so absorbed in the forest’s beauty that she nearly forgot what she was supposed to be doing. “This is amazing,” she said, exhilarated. “I could stay in this forest all day.”
“Well, we can’t,” responded Arryzério. “Unless,” he continued, “you don’t want to remember what happened to your parents.”
“You’re right,” Delvyréla said, glancing around the forest. “However, we don’t know where the dragon cave is, so we probably will be here all day searching for it.”
Arryzério nodded. “True,” he acknowledged.
* * *
After an hour, Delvyréla felt quite bored. She glanced at Arryzério’s blank, emotionless face as they aimlessly roamed the forest, not uttering a single word.
Delvyréla suddenly felt tense. Her bright eyes flashed dimly for a moment, as her gracefully pointed ears seemed to perk up.
“What?” inquired Arryzério, staring at a pile of branches that had been snapped off of several trees.
Delvyréla was startled by her own actions. “I… I don’t know,” she stammered. As she said this, she felt a barrier in her mind, holding back the memory of her parents’ death. She had actually felt this since the moment she had awoken, but at this time, it was much more apparent.
She felt the barrier break slightly, and some memories of the event came flooding back. All her surroundings seemed to waver and fade as one small bit of the event began to replay in her head as if it were a movie. Within a few seconds, it was all she could see. It was much like what had occurred earlier; however it was something that had already happened.
An elf whom she had never seen leaped spontaneously through a window, with a twisted, evil grin on his face. He had shaggy, uneven, short black hair that carelessly hung over his blood-red eyes and very pale skin. He wore a black hooded sweatshirt, which seemed to be stained with blood. He also wore a cloak made out of the same material. It, too, was seemingly bloodstained.
This would have continued if Delvyréla had not accidentally pulled herself out of the trance she was in, thus returning to the real world.
For a split second, her surroundings appeared jagged and tinted green. Her eyes glowed brightly during that time. Afterwards, she struggled to remain standing, feeling dazed.
Arryzério stared at her for several seconds.
“I’m beginning to worry about you greatly,” he stated.
“Don’t,” replied Delvyréla. “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure of that?” inquired Arryzério.
Delvyréla simply rolled her eyes and continued trekking through the forest, Arryzério a few yards away.
Argh, thought Delvyréla miserably. I wonder how long it will take before we reach Mount Rendyflykon.