Iuliān Troe gathered up his courage and held both of Geiyra's shoulders. He faced her with eyes that knows the loss in her heart — he too have lost a soul.
"Let's get out of here first before people find us." as gently as he could he said those words and rubs her arms.
As she breathes heavily, her hazel eyes looked at the man that saved her but not her family.
Her anger haven't receded yet when she heard clumps of footsteps getting louder towards them and then heard,
"The witch is there, faster!" a man shouted when he saw them a little away from the house.
In a clenched fist, she stood on the ground as rage surged through her like a storm.
She pushed Iuliān and passes through Lord Phraselm not even striking back a glance.
There Iuliān saw how her hazel eyes turned flame red and a few strands of her hair got darker and longer.
Frightened by what he saw, both Iuliān and Lord Phraselm got stunned on their feet and thoughts started flickering in their mind. Could she really be the witch the people are afraid of?
Their eyes were locked on every movement Geiyra made but to no surprise that they couldn't even notice her fingers flickering red streaks like lightning.
Crowds carrying lighted torches have now faced Geiyra in a state they confirmed to be the witch they cursed their mouth at. Of course, her fiery eyes confirmed their accusations.
Geiyra not faltered by the number of people who has deemed to execute her, continued forward not hinting to ever stop marching in this grassy land of their backyard.
Red streaks of lightning Iuliān and Lord Phraselm didn't notice a while ago brightened even more as those streaks became like a loose glove in her hand moving with the wind.
Drowned by grief, despite the death of her family not yet definite, Geiyra lost her own self-bearing and became absolute in her entirety.
"You'll pay for this." Not even bothered if the people heard her silent agony, she's convinced she's indisputable.
Her tears dissipated, her jaw clenched and her lips tightened as her body got filled with seething fury.
She glanced at her hand and whatever this is she was seeing, she knew she was about to unleash something so horrible.
And so she did when she lifted her hand striking rays of red lightning trailing like blood into veins in a mere second into each of the people in front of her.
No mercy she considered when not a single being was left standing. Everyone is on the ground half dead. It was like the lightning came to be as a flash of real lightning with electricity.
The torches and leftover fuel they carry fell on them and became their last torment before death.
Their suffering did not stop Geiyra from moving forward. Like useless obstacles, she stepped unto the burning bodies who were screaming for their lives.
With her step, in an instant, those bodies evaporated in ashes, and indeed like useless obstacles, she passed everyone in no sweat.
She could smell their burnt bodies and their futile ashes. To her, it was a beautiful fragrance of revenge.
And it felt worth it. Feeling their ashes against her felt rewarding and hearing the sound of torment made her ecstatic.
Oh, what a delight for Geiyra. She never knew pleasure until now. If only she knew, she could've done more.
She continued her way out of the gates of her house leaving her first taste of revenge and now, unto her next savoring — the palace.
"Funny, I never open gates for myself." She said to herself as she felt rather strange to be doing something she wasn't allowed to do before. As it's a man's courtesy to be opening doors for a woman.
From this moment further, she will embark on a path leading to her limit of fulfillment, to such limit of the endless scope of seeing physical torment by anyone that has denounced her.
She closed her eyes and reminisce for the last time the memories she had in the past. Past that hasn't been too long to be reminiscing about.
But she has made her choice and she's got no intention of ever going back.
She just lost everything, her family, her house... What more would she lose to stay when there's none to anchor her back anymore? No sister to accompany her, no father to lock her up, and no mother to nurture her.
"Lady Geiyra..." A voice she heard as she took a step.
She looked over and it was Lord Phraselm she saw.
Iuliān came rushing towards them, hesitant to follow Lord Phraselm who wanted to chase Lady Geiyra.
Whatever came to Lord Phraselm's mind, he sure has the boldness to call her name notwithstanding the dreadful event he witnessed in the hands of the witch — who else would this Lady be if not a witch?
But he calls for her name without even knowing what to say. So there he just stood eye-locking with her with eyes pleading for her mercy.
"Aren't you afraid of me Lord Phraselm?" She said in her now clear and gentle voice. "Didn't you see what I just did?" she added.
He saw.
And he's afraid.
But fear? Phraselm felt the need to set it aside.
The woman she's facing could be a witch yes, a grieving witch who lost all love she only knows, but that's not the woman he knew of at the banquet.
Although it changed when he saw her choked Radelaine, the woman of beauty he have admired at first glance — despite knowing their meeting was a set-up, he is of great gratitude for it.
Not only Lady Geiyra but Lord Phraselm too has lost Radelaine. Although she lost her entire family, grief beyond compare, he deems she went overboard.
"I have no intentions of keeping anybody alive, but I owe you my life, so I gave you your life... The moment you stop my path once again, I won't be saving your life anymore," she said in her diabolic will.
Geiyra is true to her words and meant everything that she just said. She owes her life to these two men who are obviously horrified of her.
"Lady Geiyra.... you need...to calm down..." Once again Iuliān gathered up his courage to try to assure her but words hardly escaped his mouth.
No heed, Geiyra turned her back to these two men. She has yet to replenish her anger. She's done here.
So much fear Iuliān has.
But so much care he have that regardless of what he saw, he assumed she only needed to be consoled. Naturally, anybody would be enraged.
After all, it took only one person, to get him back to his senses when Iuliān lost his younger sister. It was Lord Phraselm who aided his family to justice. He wants to do the same.
"Come on Lady Geiyra you've done enough." Iuliān pleaded once more.
Though hesitant, Iuliān got frustrated that Lady Geiyra wasn't considering his plea, and so he boldly chases her.
This has got to stop.
"Flee Takèif and you'll be fine." He said and finally got a grasp of her arm.
But such courage flew off his way when he too flew across her way.
Iuliān hasn't blink for a second when the moment his hand touches her skin, an electrifying wave pricks her fingers pulling him away from her.
Geiyra unaware Iuliān was chasing her also felt a tingling sensation in her spine that jolted her and out of the blue as she turned her back and saw Iuliān fainted on the ground. What did she just do?
Geiyra was horrified when she flew Iuliān across the muddy road. It was an overwhelming sense of dread and Lord Phraselm saw how her eyes shifted back to their usual color — her hazel eyes.