Within the sprawling garden of the grand estate, a secluded and ominous place lay concealed. Hidden behind a heavy, weathered door, a dark and foreboding chamber stretched out. The air was thick with a sense of despair, carrying the scent of dampness and decay.
As the man descended into the depths beneath the mansion, the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive. The dim light barely penetrated the murky space, casting long, haunting shadows on the rough stone walls. The sound of dripping water echoed ominously, a constant reminder of the hidden suffering that dwelled within.
Across the chamber, a large, rusted door stood in stark contrast to the desolation. It creaked open, revealing a harrowing sight. Suspended by chains, a young woman hung in anguish. Her delicate form was battered and bruised, her body covered in dirt and wounds. Tangled, unkempt strands of black hair cascaded over her face, obscuring her features.
The flickering candlelight revealed the severity of her torment. Her eyes, once vibrant and hopeful, now held a hollow emptiness, reflecting the agony she endured. The chains that bound her were etched into her flesh, evidence of the relentless torment she had endured in this wretched place.
It was an average room with a round window that allowed the light to enter it, the sound of the water falling powerfully, the audor of this nature and blood mixing in the room, it It was nauseating, the man slowly approached the young woman, looked at her, moved closer to her, he slapped her, the young woman's eyes opened halfway, no longer having any strength.
-You think you have to sleep, you whore. He grabbed her face and shook her. Don't you think I was very kind to you, after all I did for them, this is how I am repaid. He stepped back and walked towards a table at the back of the room. Imara you must know that I do all this for us, what you have is our family's property, we must share it.
He hesitated for a moment, His voice trembled as he spoke. "Imara, can you hear me?" he whispered, his voice filled with remorse. "I never wanted it to come to this. You must understand, I did all this for us. The family's legacy, our shared future."
Imara's gaze remained vacant, her body too weak to respond. She had lost count of the days and years spent in this abhorrent captivity. Her memories faded, her identity slipping away, leaving only the pain and the presence of this man who had become her captor, her tormentor. Since the day she opened her eyes in this place hung by irons, he was there, always came to see her, and it was the same routines. He planted these things in his flesh, and each time this red liquid transformed into small things that burned.
She tried to raise her head to see if today again, he would ask her to give him this liquid, but without any strength it was impossible for her, she heard the sound of his shoes advancing towards her, and something crashed. in her abdomen, Imara tried to scream, but no sound came out, tears of pain flowing under her blood-stained cheek, her soul screaming to be freed.
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It was two months ago today that the imperial family and the DoeFuera family accepted that Ada Imerys DoeFuera was indeed dead and that her body would never be found. A great loss for the empire and for her family, her funeral took place in the great Cathedral of the Holy Mother, two weeks of mourning were given to her honor, her friends, her companions, her students all mourned the death of this young woman who had marked the lives of each of them in her own way.
With this time of sadness, the people of Bohania had to prepare for the coming of the Festival of the Ring of Fire.
The Festival of the Ring of Fire is a grand annual celebration that takes place in the ancient land of Karugis, honoring the legends and significance of the Ring of Fire. It is a time when the people come together to commemorate the triumph of light over darkness and to pay homage to the bravery and resilience of their ancestors.
The imperial family had ancestors from the Old Empire of Karugis, it was a tribute to celebrate this festival, for a hundred years now.
The streets of the capital became increasingly noisy as these days of festivities approached; one of the large houses in the capital did not share the same joy as the inhabitants. The members of the Duofuera family went to their castle, their town, far from everything, only the father and grandfather stayed to find out who was responsible for the accident and the disappearance of Ada and to participate in the fire mass.
The city of the DoeFuera family exudes a magical and slightly futuristic vibe, casting a spell of wonder upon all who enter. Nestled amidst picturesque fields, the city is a stunning blend of nature's beauty and technological marvels.
As you walk through its enchanting streets, a sense of awe washes over you. Towering buildings with sleek, curved designs rise into the sky, their surfaces adorned with shimmering lights that give the city a futuristic glow. The architecture seamlessly blends with the surrounding natural landscape, creating a harmonious balance between urban development and the serenity of nature.
The bustling markets are a sensory delight. Colorful stalls line the streets, showcasing a vibrant array of goods. Exotic spices fill the air, mingling with the tantalizing scents of street food being prepared. The sounds of lively chatter, laughter, and the haggling of prices create a symphony of noise, adding to the lively atmosphere.
Lakes glisten like mirrors, reflecting the vibrant colors of the sky above. Their tranquil waters invite visitors to take a moment of respite and immerse themselves in the soothing ambiance. Nearby, sprawling meadows offer a serene escape from the urban bustle. The grass dances in the gentle breeze, and wildflowers paint the landscape with a myriad of hues.
Veering off the main streets, you find yourself in the embrace of ancient forests. Towering trees, their branches intertwining like guardians, create a canopy overhead. Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting a dappled glow on the forest floor. The air is crisp and carries the faint scent of moss and earth, evoking a sense of tranquility and connection to the natural world.
However, beneath the surface beauty, a lingering melancholy permeates the city due to the mysterious disappearance of Ada. The streets whisper tales of her remarkable magical abilities and her compassionate nature. Ada's absence casts a shadow of sadness, leaving the city longing for her presence and questioning her fate.
The Doefuera Castle, perched on the outskirts of the city, was a striking sight to behold. Its towering spires and intricate stone architecture commanded attention, exuding a sense of grandeur and history. The castle's imposing gates, adorned with ornate ironwork and the family crest, hinted at the treasures within. Within its walls, lavish halls with polished marble floors and elegant tapestries showcased the castle's opulence. Outside, well-manicured gardens and a charming hedge maze offered peaceful retreats. Doefuera Castle stood as a testament to beauty and legacy, captivating all who encountered its majestic presence.
Inside a large room, secluded from prying eyes, Lyanna, Ada's grandmother, found herself in an enchanting setting. The room resembled a mystical forest, with a central pool surrounded by stones of various colors. Thorny branches adorned the walls, adding an intriguing touch to the ambiance.
In the middle of the pool, a magnificent tree stood, its branches stretching out above the water. The tree was adorned with yellow flowers and red buds, and its miniature stems supported Lyanna's body, hovering in the air. The leaves rustled softly, as if whispering secrets known only to the tree itself.
Lyanna chanted incantations under her breath, their words too faint to be discerned. As she did, the stones on the walls began to emit a gentle glow, illuminating the room with a mesmerizing radiance. Her voice grew louder as she called out the name of her beloved grand daughter, a plea intertwined with ancient power.
Suddenly, a trickle of blood flowed from Lyanna's nose, a physical manifestation of the strain she exerted in this mystical endeavor. Simultaneously, the miniature stems supporting her body ceased their hold, causing her to plunge into the pool. The water seemed to stretch infinitely downwards, resembling an endless ocean with no visible bottom.
Within the depths of her subconscious, Lyanna's vision shifted. A man, appearing as an immense figure, emerged before her. His presence exuded an aura of vastness and infinity. He regarded her with profound eyes, and as he did, the water around her transformed, taking the shape of a colossal, dark entity that enveloped her.
In that moment, the man spoke words that resonated deep within Lyanna's being, "Vitork sirek." The meaning of his utterance eluded her conscious understanding, but its power reverberated through her very essence. And then, as if awakening from a dream, Lyanna regained consciousness, finding herself once again by the pool's edge, her body untouched by the depths she had briefly encountered.
"She's alive" and tears fill her eyes "My Ada"