Chapter 354: Lori Emhore - Released (1/2)

”There, your grace!” I pointed towards the base of the mountain where it would occur, where her excellency came to me.

The Mountain of Dreams, the single peak within Midgard said to allow one to speak with their chosen god. It was a sacred ground hidden by the people of Sa'ar in hopes of growing closer to Hati and Skoll.

”So this is the place? Spoken in silence by the local men and woman?” Tala gracefully said, holding her head high and her eyes low. Her hands were tightly crossed, with an almost permanent scowl that could cut paper.

”Yes,” I faintly replied, lowering my head.

Sensing her inhuman gaze piercing into my heart, I lowered into a graceful bow. Tracing her eyes off of me, she tapped her fingers against her crossed arms as if to think.

”May I have it now?” Flan, the local fellow we had to guide us, asked with a sheepish grin. Tossing his pouch filled with Ether crystals, my heart clenched the moment he caught the pouch. Witnessing his entire head explode into a fine mist, the chilling presence of Tala attracted everyone's attention.

Pulling out an autistic handkerchief, she elegantly wiped her palms clean without a second thought. Her silver dress stood stain, appearing like scarlet clouds dancing upon her.

”Now then, I suspect you can lead us the rest of the way?” Tala faintly said, not giving the stains that graced her dress a second thought. Noticing the cutting edge grin that lifted on her lips, I nodded.

”Yes, I have with me the Guiding Light of Ashna.” I faithfully told.

”For your sake and your families, I truly hope so.”

Bowing once more, I peered towards the fearful eyes of everyone around. ”Rejoice,” I cheered, ”For we are a night's journey away! By the time we stop once more, you shall all be saved by the Guiding Light of Ashna. So rejoice, for the time has finally come!”

Spreading my aura once more over Ashna's lost lambs, their aura began to brighten with hope. Tears were but a common sight as faints' cries of joy echoed. They could feel it from my power; they could feel the grace of Ashna!”

Taking to the skies, I hovered over my people alongside Tala, who remained silent more so than usual. She could feel it, too, couldn't she. I know she can, for I can also feel it—the ever so slight air of divinity within the air.

Leading the lost lambs through the mountains covered in a silver blanket, the excitement within grew stronger and stronger. The sun had already turned amber, bringing with it dark clouds that seemed to cover most of the Azure skies.

The mountain of dreams was cool, unlike the rest of this island that remains hot and moist. It was snowing, but a chill never ran through anyone. Instead, we felt warmth and, in some ways, loved.

”What is this?” Tala fearfully muttered, holding a fiendish grimace.

”It's Ashna's Light,” I told, spreading my arms wide, ”Can you not feel it? We are loved, Your Grace. For we are here lambs, returning into her arms once more.”

”Woman, I shall have your head if you keep talking. Contain yourself, or I shall, for it will not be just snow falling upon this mountain.”

Holding my tongue once more, I merely smiled. There were no words that needed to be spoken, for when she descends, all shall kneel. Tala shall learn her place before the light.